Happy Holidays, Simon!
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go_exchangeYour Secret Artist has created a work of art based on your prompt: the Horsepersons, gen. maybe meeting after the failed Apocalypse to discuss what's next? I just love these characters and want to see more of them doing pretty much anything.
After the unsuccessful End of the World, Death was contacted by someone with which he was familiar. He’d gotten the message ‘Come and play,’ and soon all four found themselves in front of the one and only International Express delivery man – now an Interdimensional Experience man, who was floating next to a table holding a small round cage with a lever filled with game tokens.
The recently unemployed beings had brought some games of their own. War pulled out a handful of knives and placed them on the table. Famine was looking quite well, and had brought a deck of cards. Pollution had brought a dirty but well-used game controller. And Death had brought a sugar skull and a Mexican lottery board, on which every image was la calavera.
“I’ve brought a simple but enjoyable game,” the floating spirit said.
War retorted, ”Every game is a battle; that is why they all are enjoyable!”
The delivery man nodded in agreement and continued. “The one who fills their row first is the winner…”
Famine interrupted, ‘What does full mean?”
“Vertical, horizontal, or diagonal rows will do,” he added.
Immediately a creepy sound like a chair being dragged across the floor was heard, followed by a thick mist that filled the room and made the flowers wilt.
The delivery man finished, “When you cover all five squares, you say out loud…”
“B I N G O,” Death murmured.
With a mysterious push of the lever, the bingo cage began to spin. The delivery man left the Horsepersons to their game – he didn’t even want to understand how the elements they’d brought would fit into the type of Bingo they were going to play.
After the unsuccessful End of the World, Death was contacted by someone with which he was familiar. He’d gotten the message ‘Come and play,’ and soon all four found themselves in front of the one and only International Express delivery man – now an Interdimensional Experience man, who was floating next to a table holding a small round cage with a lever filled with game tokens.
The recently unemployed beings had brought some games of their own. War pulled out a handful of knives and placed them on the table. Famine was looking quite well, and had brought a deck of cards. Pollution had brought a dirty but well-used game controller. And Death had brought a sugar skull and a Mexican lottery board, on which every image was la calavera.
“I’ve brought a simple but enjoyable game,” the floating spirit said.
War retorted, ”Every game is a battle; that is why they all are enjoyable!”
The delivery man nodded in agreement and continued. “The one who fills their row first is the winner…”
Famine interrupted, ‘What does full mean?”
“Vertical, horizontal, or diagonal rows will do,” he added.
Immediately a creepy sound like a chair being dragged across the floor was heard, followed by a thick mist that filled the room and made the flowers wilt.
The delivery man finished, “When you cover all five squares, you say out loud…”
“B I N G O,” Death murmured.
With a mysterious push of the lever, the bingo cage began to spin. The delivery man left the Horsepersons to their game – he didn’t even want to understand how the elements they’d brought would fit into the type of Bingo they were going to play.
