Posts from Weather Auto-translated

the weather has gotten warmer here, and today I only slept under one blanket.

It's impossible to breathe. I opened the last canister of compressed oxygen, hoping to hold out. The neighbor already hanged himself. Ten meters away, nothing is visible. I put on a gas mask from World War II and circle around a random victim like a shark. Then my hands pierce the fog and grab the victim by the throat. Even if there were no capture, she wouldn't be able to scream. Smoke filled her lungs and head. I stun her and carry her to the slaughterhouse. Smoke has enveloped the entire sky; the sun is not visible; our country is Mordor.
- Welcome to Silent Hill, gentlemen, population one hundred and thirty-four... - a piercing, chilling scream echoed twenty meters away. - One hundred and thirty-three people. Make yourselves comfortable; you won't be leaving here anyway.

It's stuffy, and it's very hard to breathe; it's 40 degrees. But I can't open the window. I can't even stick my nose out the window, because in a second, this terrible smell penetrates you, your eyes start to water, and all your clothes become saturated with this smell, as if you've smoked a pack of very strong cigarettes. It seems like there's some movement in the smoke coming from the forest. With a slight sense of panic, I step away from the window and go to check the front door. It's locked with two locks, as it should be. At that moment, I hear strange noises coming from the back entrance. I'm sending this message and going to check what's happening there. Talk to you later.

August 6, 2010, 4:40:52 PM

It’s Lok who came. RUN!!11 or use fire.

Looks like he came from there to me :) Still +38 during the day. Thank goodness the smoke has almost cleared.

As I expected, the situation in the town is much worse. On my way, I came across about half a dozen lifeless bodies. Even if these people are just unconscious, they will soon die. Poor bastards. Most of the streets are blocked by the military. I had to take a huge detour through the forest. It was much easier to breathe here, so I took off my breathing mask as I made my way through the bushes and trees. But then, between the trees, I saw a light, and with it, my nostrils caught the smell of burnt flesh. With a heavy sigh, I put on my gear again, pulled up my hood, and fastened my camouflage cloak. I emerge from the forest and see a house. I know I need to go there. Something flashed in the window. A man was carefully watching the surroundings. Did he notice me? I need to find out. I quickly crossed the open space and pressed myself against the wall of the house. I tugged at the front door – it was locked. Never mind. I crept to the back entrance and saw that the loose lock was not very secure. I took out a hairpin and started picking at it. Click. The door is open. Carefully, I slip inside, closing it behind me. The dim light gives me enough visibility. I hear footsteps and press myself into a dark corner, tensing every muscle in my body and preparing to jump.

...making my way through piles of junk and using a flashlight to light my way, I heard a suspicious rustling sound coming from the dark corner again. I slowly raise my flashlight and see...

























- Oh, it's you, Lock. You really gave me a scare! Come on in, I've been waiting for you. Are you being followed?

Naive Amko spoke, and in that very second, a knife was plunged into his chest. The poor fellow didn't have time to say a word, he only managed to croak something before falling.

- Everything's fine, I took a roundabout route. It's funny that you recognized me despite all this, - I say, taking off and hanging up my camouflage suit and removing the breathing mask. - Why don't you put on some tea? You have a terrible place here; didn't you think about loading up the van with supplies and weapons and leaving for a while?

Amko is dead, right? :(
Or did you not have a knife with you, Lock?

We're just talking about the weather in this thread, and you're trying to change the story of what happened today. Everything wasn't as you described!

Okay, fine, I won’t bother you.

Yes, we had tea and cookies together, and then the smoke cleared, a cool breeze blew, and everything was fine for everyone. The end.

Yes, that's exactly how it will be.

"The smoke is back, and it's even more potent," Elsie thought, sneezing for the fourth time in a row. "It must be Lock who's gotten to me! :) I'll go buy some fancy tea and some glamorous sweets, just in case I don't hear any rustling or the sound of a knife at the front door," and he immediately left the house. On the way, he met a strange funeral procession, most of whom were secretly laughing, anticipating the memorial feast. As he passed them, he was stunned to see a black and white photo of Arandor being carried in front! And the coffin was being carried by...