I Have Seen THE FUTURE...( as posted in Morbid Forum Du Jour under Pretend to be a Time Traveler )
In the spirit of this thread I shall, hitherto, traverse the vast scape of time in my Time Device (for purposes of my experiment, my time device is a lawn chair).
I'm OFF!! skooching ever forward through time I eagerly await the visions the future holds for me.Horrors, I spill my beer,it is lost to me now, years behind.Mayhaps some lucky dog or teenager shall find the golden puddle and enrich themselves on its intoxicating stew.I hurdle on, skooching ever forward with my feet twards the property line and on to THE SIDEWALK OF THE FUTURE!!! My neighbor calls from the fence, "Whatcha Doin'...",
but I warn him off, for if he comes to close, he might be torn asunder by the rapidly stretching fibers of time. He calls me an idiot but his words are left far in the past as I scream forward through time and out into the street.I look behind me to monitor my progress, peering back at my front porch some 25 feet behind me I can only wonder how many centuries have past since my launch.
GASP!!! I'm shocked to find that in the future, we have made contact with life from beyond the stars, as a strange vehicle clearly marked "Saturn" comes to a screaching hault inches from my time traveling lawnchair.
The hideous balding occupant greets me by shaking his fist wildly.He spews forth a stream of obsinities, I can only asume to be a greeting in his bizzar space language. I watch as he speeds off, the rear of his transpot emblazed with some criptic message about his son being an honor student. I press on hurdling hurdling forward, I creep along the street past mini-marts and other temples of worship built by I can only guess to be some totalitarian race of beings whos need for " Breakfast Burritos" and milk at $1.29 a gallon lead to their ultimate and utter destruction. Then, horror of horros, I see, what in mankinds twisted future, he has become! I see them, five small figures. Mutant men some three feet in height and dripping wet from some ritual dance I've interrupted with the audable screaching of my time travel device along the pavement.Howling and leaping over the carved image of a clowns head that fountianes water from the top of it's hat.Their tribal leader, a large headed creature with tuffted blonde hair and some sort of strange aromor in the fashion of a yellow rubber tube emblazed with a smiling duck's head calls to me "Get PIKACHU", a being I can only guess to be the leader of some enemy mutant tribe. At once I am set apon, forced to abandon my time machine, I flee from these lawn dwelling Morlocks.As I glance behind me, the short pudgey beasts drage away my time machine.Leaving me TRAPPED in the future,a full TWO BLOCKS from my home. I have played your "Time Traveler" game and am now left a victim of my folly. Unable to retrive my lawn chair from the mutant men of this time,lest I be sprayed by a hose, I can only hope that the next poster of this thread learn from my disasterous mistake and never attempt such a fools gambit.Even now,the monsters bellow aloud in an attempt to summon their God against me,KOOL-AID KOOL-AID...
I'm OFF!! skooching ever forward through time I eagerly await the visions the future holds for me.Horrors, I spill my beer,it is lost to me now, years behind.Mayhaps some lucky dog or teenager shall find the golden puddle and enrich themselves on its intoxicating stew.I hurdle on, skooching ever forward with my feet twards the property line and on to THE SIDEWALK OF THE FUTURE!!! My neighbor calls from the fence, "Whatcha Doin'...",
but I warn him off, for if he comes to close, he might be torn asunder by the rapidly stretching fibers of time. He calls me an idiot but his words are left far in the past as I scream forward through time and out into the street.I look behind me to monitor my progress, peering back at my front porch some 25 feet behind me I can only wonder how many centuries have past since my launch.
GASP!!! I'm shocked to find that in the future, we have made contact with life from beyond the stars, as a strange vehicle clearly marked "Saturn" comes to a screaching hault inches from my time traveling lawnchair.
The hideous balding occupant greets me by shaking his fist wildly.He spews forth a stream of obsinities, I can only asume to be a greeting in his bizzar space language. I watch as he speeds off, the rear of his transpot emblazed with some criptic message about his son being an honor student. I press on hurdling hurdling forward, I creep along the street past mini-marts and other temples of worship built by I can only guess to be some totalitarian race of beings whos need for " Breakfast Burritos" and milk at $1.29 a gallon lead to their ultimate and utter destruction. Then, horror of horros, I see, what in mankinds twisted future, he has become! I see them, five small figures. Mutant men some three feet in height and dripping wet from some ritual dance I've interrupted with the audable screaching of my time travel device along the pavement.Howling and leaping over the carved image of a clowns head that fountianes water from the top of it's hat.Their tribal leader, a large headed creature with tuffted blonde hair and some sort of strange aromor in the fashion of a yellow rubber tube emblazed with a smiling duck's head calls to me "Get PIKACHU", a being I can only guess to be the leader of some enemy mutant tribe. At once I am set apon, forced to abandon my time machine, I flee from these lawn dwelling Morlocks.As I glance behind me, the short pudgey beasts drage away my time machine.Leaving me TRAPPED in the future,a full TWO BLOCKS from my home. I have played your "Time Traveler" game and am now left a victim of my folly. Unable to retrive my lawn chair from the mutant men of this time,lest I be sprayed by a hose, I can only hope that the next poster of this thread learn from my disasterous mistake and never attempt such a fools gambit.Even now,the monsters bellow aloud in an attempt to summon their God against me,KOOL-AID KOOL-AID...