fter catching the big, massive, concrete lightpost, you are
suddenly very happy that you chose it instead of the little, metal mailbox....
It almost immediatly pulled its bolts up out of the pavement and flew at the
speed of sound into the great ball of wind and lightning. You struggle to stay
on the post, but the wind does not seem to be concentrating on you. IT WANTS
THE TRUCK -you begin to realize, and off it goes... it flips sideways over the
parking meters, bending them down flat as it goes over them, and finally blinks
away into the electomagnetic cloud. After taking the front off of the florist
shop as well, the vortex colapses on itself, and disappears.
Looking back on it, you theorize that it was caused by the contrast bettween
the incredibly horrible smell of your truck and the incredibly fragrant smell
of the floral shop. -Knowing that if you hadn't been wearing your suit, then
you would no longer be here. Hhmm.
Feeling the slightest bit lucky, just for being alive, you return to the
events at hand.