Let There Be None!
Written by:Our story begins in the dusty house that is Jabox4's. It's current surplus in dust in the result of... well... no one has really been down there in a while. To breathe in such an environment is like breathing in sulfer and other fine chemicals. No, this isn't heading anywhere. The actual story takes place topside.
In the upper world, Transmetal and Cheesyboy sit on a bench. The park surrounding them is more or less vacant of humans. The sunset provides a perfect backdrop for writers who, such as myself, feel the need to add cliche to their stories.
"Didn't we use to have a website we wrote for?"
Transmetal's voice interupts the previously comfortable silence. Cheesyboy, like a wise old sage, can do little more than shake his head in disdain.
"Oh ignorant child, have you no faith? The great procrastination, which we have a embarked upon for several months, is not something to ignore lightly. Would you ruin it with this... this effort you wish to put in?"
"Shit... I... I... really hadn't thought of it that way. Even though we haven't updated the site in... two months."
A silence settles between them, interrupted only by Cheesy Boy's snoring. Transmetal can only keep staring at the sun, until spots appear in his eye. Motivation, something that had long proppelled him to update the site at a regular pace, had long since diminished. It... it wasn't that he had lost interest. No, it was something else.
As the sun set, and night overcame the narrative, he became slowly aware of headlights shining directly at him. He also noticed a loud honking noise, and a man with a sword walking towards him.
"Updated the site bitch."
The man jumps back into the car, and drives off. Many rodents were killed that night.
Transmetal kicks the bench in frustration, as CheesyBoy walks off speaking in Latin (see "The Pilgramage"). He sits up screaming.
"WHY OH WHY GOD!!! WHAT IS MY PURPOSE IN LIFE!!! WHY AM I STUCK HERE IN THIS TACKY EXCUSE FOR A PARK!!! WHY?!"
As if to answer poor Transmetal's plea, a chorus of Angles begin singing in a minor key. A huge plasma screen TV is lowered from the heavens. Upon the screen, is displayed the words "Update the site bitch".
"Hey... uh, think I could watch a movie on this thing?"
In response, a DVD player rises from the ground below Transmetal. He then proceeds to watch all of Macross, on DVD, in one huge marathon session.
And yes, he did eventually update the site.
The End