Hello all. I was going to write a weekly weblog and post it tomorrow, but I just didn't have the inspiration. Also, I feel that I should do something different for blog #64. So…

(Criticize me all you want. I feel like doing this now, so I will.)

The lights were dimmed in the city as everyone prepared to turn in for the night. The hectic activity of the city slowed almost to stagnation. The people finished their business, reached their destinations, completed their work, and were heard no more.

But the silence was not complete. On the city's outskirts, there was a cheap fast-food restaurant, "Sausagefest". It was a small, family-run, one-outlet place that prided itself in selling lethally oily products for cheaper-than-dirt prices.

On this particular night, the place was packed. Everyone who was awake, was there. There were so many people around that some of them were sitting on tables, some on the floor, and others on windowsills.

Our hero found himself in the middle of all this, smoking a cigarette. He smokes because he's a computer technician, and therefore has to wait during lengthy loading times, and needs something to pass the time.

He was wearing a large brown trenchcoat and a grey fedora that covers his eyes, because he's not a particularly interesting person, and has to be mysterious to make up for that.

Our hero looked around. To his right, he saw a bunch of drunk guys talking. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but it had to do with giving someone roses.

To his left, he saw three relatively sober guys sitting at a table. The one had this really awesome picture of a cityscape on the back of his yellow shirt, and our hero wondered about its origin. The other, an eccentric-looking fellow wearing fingerless gloves, had a mountain of empty coffee cups in front of him, and was sipping at yet another one. That can't be healthy. The third guy was stocky chap in a SA Springboks shirt, who didn't seem to be saying much.

Our hero decided that both the people to his left and the people to his right were best left alone, so he got up and wondered around.

He was immediately struck by a very strange sight. Just in front of him, he could see a man with three heads. And not just any three heads. Three very strange heads. One was shaped like Pac Man, the other like a tree, and the other like a spoon.

Being of a curious nature, our hero asked the three-headed man about his odd bodily structure. The man replied with a roar, and our hero was startled and frightened.

However, this was only the beginning. Moments after the three-headed one had uttered his utterance, he was attacked by a large fox. This fox gave a similar roar to the three-headed man's, but the fox's roar was of far higher magnitude. Our hero averted his eyes as the fox dug into the poor three-headed man.

Resuming his walk, our hero came across another curious scene. Two girls. Having only seen males in Sausagefest prior to this, our hero was flabbergasted, and almost dropped his cigarette.

One of the girls was treated like a normal human being. That is, people mainly ignored her. The other was being crowded around, with nothing but a lone boyfriend to protect her. Particularly disturbing was the drunk guy who kept trying to feel her up. Our hero noticed that this was one of the drunk guys he had seen earlier.

Deciding that it was better to stay out of other people's business, our hero ambled on. As he walked he saw many more interesting people, such as a British guy with eight tables full of empty teacups in front of him. Our hero asked the fellow why he liked tea so much, and was given renewed hope in humanity by the tea-drinker's cheerful reply.

As our hero got deeper into the bowels of the restaurant, things became less and less normal. He saw strange inscriptions on the walls (many of a mathematical nature, like (x/0)^infinity). The people themselves became less like people, and more like animals, and other strange creatures.

There was a blue dinosaur-thing, standing underneath a painting of a similar black dinosaur-thing. The blue dinosaur-thing was talking excitedly to all who would listen. There was a raccoon-man, reading some hate-mail, the envelope of which was signed with three heads. But the strangest of all was the white blob that hovered slightly above the ground. People around it were sneezing and coughing, but it was unaffected.

Our hero had just finished his cigarette, and was lighting another one, when there was a shattering sound, and a guy on a skateboard came crashing through a window, injuring many bystanders in the process, but landing perfectly himself.

The skater shouted some profanities, and all was silent. Everyone stared intently at the skater.

Then they realized who he was and went on with what they had been doing.

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I hope you enjoyed reading that, because I enjoyed writing it. I may even make another one sometime, if I'm in the mood.

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