It all started nearly six months ago. Three teens were bored out of their minds in their small Ohio town. They had climbed every tree, vandalized every park monument, and hell, even pissed down the school slide. When the rumor reached them of a place. A magical place, free from the influence of police, away from the tyrannical grip of the black-and-white cruisers that haunted them. A mysterious man in a car offered them a worn map on a small tile square for ten dollars. His mysterious smile was it. they bought it, made preparations and left early the next day.
The journey was a trek of nearly ten miles, a harsh hike into the woods. They climbed great hills, crossed a river, and even jumped a gorge. Imagine their surprise when before them an abandoned train-yard was spread out, just like on the map. They followed the rusted iron train tracks until there it was. It rose out of the jungle before them, its rusted walls and brick shell beckoning like a Venus flytrap does a fly. The teens at that moment vowed to never allow another the privilege of seeing the building. They signed a sacred vow, never to speak of the beauty they had discovered. Upon donning the pseudonyms Captain Whiskey, Papageorgio, and Icarus, they set to modernizing their new home. The next discovery led to the name. A loud squeak was heard and a furry lump hit the ground ten feet away. Further investigation revealed it to be a squirrel, which had died upon impact with the hard cement. In rememberance of the sacred little creature which sacrificially gave it's life for the opening of the new crime syndicate, they named the power plant/factory/warehouse Squirrely.
And it began.
 Yvansi · Fri Dec 11, 2009 @ 09:21pm · 0 Comments |
