It was a dark and stormy mid-afternoon.
The flashes of lightening that dance across the tar filled clouds overhead are the only source of light. He wonders about the days before the sun burnt out.
He wonders, too, how long he will outlive the numerous life-forms who perished in the great storm.
As the piano descended from the sky, he had a brief instant to realize, not very long indeed. Also, seriously?
This would be his luck. A piano. The most cartoon cliché way to die. All those Saturday morning TV binges and late night anime fests were coming back to bite him in the ass.
Karma is a bitch like that! I knew I should’ve gotten into anime instead! At least death would come in an epic battle or dramatic encounter, instead of this. He never did like instruments that weren’t brass.
The violins stalked closer, blood dripping from their strings, the cellos behind them-.
“No!” I screamed. “Stay away from me! I will not fall prey to your vile stringed machinations! Not again!”
I WILL NOT BE PART OF THE MACHINE. I WILL ABSOLUTELY BE PART OF THE MACHINE IF IT’S CONVENIENT FOR ME.