Ricebowl 70

  You really should move out of New York. Not only was the air polluted and the traffic awful but the city had the tendency to be caught in alien invasions and various superhero battles with sand people, lizard people and men dressed as goblins. One of the main advantages of this place was that the rent was low, it kind of had to be since the city didn’t have much else going on with it, and that you couldn’t really move out if you wanted to due to a little secret that you were hiding in your apartment. It all started with Spider-Man, like most things did in this place, finding what was known a symbiote and combining with it, running around with a black suit on until the symbiote left him and latched onto some reporter, becoming known as Venom and causing even more havoc then Spider-Man did. They would have a few fights before venom would be defeated which was where a section of the symbiote split off from the main being, crawling away and hiding out in some forgotten place in the p...

  How long have you been running for? Minutes, hours? It hardly mattered since it seemed you were looping around the same halls and sometimes going down the same hall that stretched on forever. You didn’t feel tired and you didn’t feel breathless but you did feel absolutely terrified about what was happening to you, looking behind you and seeing something shifting, it’s limbs tangling with themselves as you turned and ran again,your footsteps echoing out across the air as the beast would seem to notice you. The floor strained under its weight, the sound of metal bending and shifting as it would attempt to get closer to you as you stared down the hall, noticing that you couldn’t see the end of it, just seeing the void and nothing more. You didn’t stop, there was no point when certain death was coming towards you, looking across the rusted walls and ruined roofing as you'd do so. You ran for a minute, then a minute more, then another five minutes and then you lost count, eventually c...

  You had always been proud of your handiwork and you were even happier with it now that you were trying to survive in the wasteland. The current subject of your work was the Red Rocket gas station, a relic of the bygone age before the bombs hit, its rusted frame still standing proud in the dust and overgrown grass that surrounded it. There wasn’t much use to the building since there were no cars in the wasteland let alone any way to actually fuel them in the first place, leaving the building about as useful as any other pre war structure in that you could only use it as storage and living space. The good thing is that staying at these settlements was actually a valid option as you had allied yourself with the minutemen, pretty much the only group that wanted to make some kind of competent society despite the many flaws that came with it. They also allowed you to work on a pet project of yours of which was your menagerie of various creatures that you had managed to tame with a few ...