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Everybody Wants To Rule The World 3: Part 6

I ignore the zombies, as I walk down, forever without a shirt, to find the competition.
 
I keep building houses.

Really.

Really.

Slowly.

Maybe I should be a party magician... or a lost property finder... or a feng shui girl.. or something...
 
I sense Mia's aura and capt- ah who am i kidding, i can't sense emotions, she just has "I don't want to be here" pretty much written all over her face.

"Bye Liberty"

I tell the spaceship girl.

I then go next to Mia and say to her

"Let's go back home."
 
I put back on my hat and got sit on the couch.

I then activate the TV and start skippping trough the channel, searching for a film
 
I start making a toasti with ham and cheese. I start thinking about this world were in and what I should do next.

If this is another world, could there be another version of the organization?
 
@DMUA: The competition appears to be several swole zombies

@Monarch: You get payed 80 dollars for the day.
 
I think about how many hours I worked, having arrived some time in the middle of the day, and decide that $20 an hour, while enough for some kid with a home to go back to just trying to get some work experience and make a bit of money on the side, is not nearly enough for me, and I'm getting hungry.

So I go buy some food from the supermarket, make some sandwiches, go sit in the park, and start looking through a paper copy of [the american equivalent to the yellow pages] to find something that I'd be able to do fast, well, and without any contact with technology more advanced than that past World War 2.
 
"You mean like a factory that runs on my ability to manipulate metals?" I ask Waldo.

This idea is quite interesting.
 
I witness the swole of the Dead, and start to smirk

"I see... There was no room in hell, so the dead started lifting weights...."

I ready up with elaborate stretching
 
Underwhelming but ok'd

In an odd motion, I throw myself upside down at this last guy, bringing my left leg around for a wide kick
 
WHYNAUT said:
"Okay. But where do we start? How do we get a factory and where do we get the metals?" I ponder.
"Well, first we'll have to start small, a small shack should be ebought for the start, also we can get the materials by recycling it from destroyed parts of cities."

I respond
 
"Yes, we can start with that. We'll search for another abandoned house in this neighborhood and change it into our workplace." I say.

I then put on my DC coat and go out of the house locking the door behind me.
 
"One that isn't too far away from our home. Maybe that one." I say and I point a a house that is two houses to the right of our house.
 
That was.........oddly easy

Despite the absolute non-challenge of that fight, my body feels very, very off, as if it's entirely homogenous on the inside
 
Breaking into a nearby house and going into the bathroom at speeds that the attendents have no chance of percieving, I slit my abdomen open with my hand.

The first thing I notice is that my fingers appear to be covered in a small layer of sharpened bone. The second thing I notice.....is that I have no guts. All that's in there is an off-white colored meat with occasional strips of deep red.

What the ****?

Looking back up in the mirror, my eyes are sunken and blood-shot. My face is excessively red, like i just pulled my head out of a bucket of watered-down blood. From my analysis skills, I see that my skeleton is some ****** up shit.

My ribcage is practically a solid wall of bone. Most of my bones have been replaced with hardened cartilage and interwoven ligaments. Any large bone has been separated into several, smaller ones, allowing for more mobility.

Most..........."interestingly", I seem to have 2 extra sets of what I think are shoulderblades angled above and below my normal set. I simply kinda......gawk into the mirror for a while, not entirely sure how to process this.
 
I notice Mia and Waldo doing things inside a different house and walk over.

"Hey guys, what are you doing?"

[Imagine being so edgy you dissect yourself]
 
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