QM
(ID: W65+K4Hq)
10/23/2025, 12:06:10 AM
No.6321850
>>6321614
>>6321644
You walk over to your bedroom window and open it to be greeted by a pair of glowing red eyes. "Ah, mon ami, profitons de la nuit pour un moment où nous avons beaucoup à discuter!"
You find yourself riding shotgun in a red convertible. A well dressed man is driving the car. He's casually smoking a cigarette going well over a hundred miles an hour. He lazily takes corners on the mountain roads with one hand seemingly oblivious to the danger. "Ah, friend you're awake! Good, good." He flicks his cigarette off into the night air its burning trail lost from your sight as he takes another corner over a hundred miles an hour while double shifting in the span of less than two seconds to get the job done. You grab onto your seat and the door, white knuckled. Unsure of what is happening you look around terrified. He looks over, "Relax friend, we only live once. Or, at least some of us anyway. You and me are different, no?" he asks rhetorically speeding up the car even faster as you continue winding around mountain roads.
It takes a few minutes but when your eminent death doesn't arrive you begin to relax in spite of the speed. And, even begin to enjoy the experience. The well dressed man smiles and nods, "Now you're getting into the spirit of the night mon ami!" the man says laughing. He lights up another cigarette and doesn't take the next turn. You go flying off the freeway at full speed. The car simply keeps sailing through the air until it finds purchase on another road across a canyon and skids to a sudden stop. The man sits still enjoying his cigarette he taps it out over the side of his door onto the street and stares up into the night sky as if in deep contemplation. "You know it began with simple philosophers on a chain of islands. Men merely contemplating the nature of themselves and the world around them..."
You awake sitting in the same car outside of some bar. The man looks over to you, "We're here friend. Looks like you passed out. Don't worry, it will wear off eventually. Everybody's first time is a headache from what I understand." he gets out of the vehicle and waits for you to follow him. You find yourself exiting out of your door and stepping behind into the bar he walks up counter and orders. He asks you what you want."
>Tell him you don't drink
>Ask for a Screwdriver
>Ask for a Black Russian
>Ask for a Vodka straight
>Ask for a Martini shaken not stirred
>Ask for some draft beer
>Ask for some milk
>Ask for some coffee
>>6321644
You walk over to your bedroom window and open it to be greeted by a pair of glowing red eyes. "Ah, mon ami, profitons de la nuit pour un moment où nous avons beaucoup à discuter!"
You find yourself riding shotgun in a red convertible. A well dressed man is driving the car. He's casually smoking a cigarette going well over a hundred miles an hour. He lazily takes corners on the mountain roads with one hand seemingly oblivious to the danger. "Ah, friend you're awake! Good, good." He flicks his cigarette off into the night air its burning trail lost from your sight as he takes another corner over a hundred miles an hour while double shifting in the span of less than two seconds to get the job done. You grab onto your seat and the door, white knuckled. Unsure of what is happening you look around terrified. He looks over, "Relax friend, we only live once. Or, at least some of us anyway. You and me are different, no?" he asks rhetorically speeding up the car even faster as you continue winding around mountain roads.
It takes a few minutes but when your eminent death doesn't arrive you begin to relax in spite of the speed. And, even begin to enjoy the experience. The well dressed man smiles and nods, "Now you're getting into the spirit of the night mon ami!" the man says laughing. He lights up another cigarette and doesn't take the next turn. You go flying off the freeway at full speed. The car simply keeps sailing through the air until it finds purchase on another road across a canyon and skids to a sudden stop. The man sits still enjoying his cigarette he taps it out over the side of his door onto the street and stares up into the night sky as if in deep contemplation. "You know it began with simple philosophers on a chain of islands. Men merely contemplating the nature of themselves and the world around them..."
You awake sitting in the same car outside of some bar. The man looks over to you, "We're here friend. Looks like you passed out. Don't worry, it will wear off eventually. Everybody's first time is a headache from what I understand." he gets out of the vehicle and waits for you to follow him. You find yourself exiting out of your door and stepping behind into the bar he walks up counter and orders. He asks you what you want."
>Tell him you don't drink
>Ask for a Screwdriver
>Ask for a Black Russian
>Ask for a Vodka straight
>Ask for a Martini shaken not stirred
>Ask for some draft beer
>Ask for some milk
>Ask for some coffee