"Beautiful, just beautiful." Greg grimaced. A very dark attic, filled with all sorts of junk that had been piled up there since the Civil War. He didn't notice much difference from the previous state of the room, contrary to Linda's opinion, but he did realize that he'd reached his cleaning limit for the next six months.Īll that was left was to get the box of jewelry. After setting a bowl of water on the vacant space on his desk, he began to clean up, carefully smearing dirt and dust over all surfaces as uniformly as possible.Īfter a while, when the system unit, the windowsill, the table, and a couple of shelves had rid themselves of some of their age-old dirt, and the water in the bowl had acquired an indescribable hue and richness of almost ready-made biological weapons, Greg threw the sponge back into the container and looked around. He kicked the door open as usual and slid inside, chewing hastily. "I'm on my way, see?"Ĭlutching the bowl with one hand and balancing the sandwich with the other to keep the stuffing out of it, he began the arduous climb back to his abode. "What about me? I'm nothing." Greg answered, shoving two slices of bread with tuna sandwiched between them into his mouth. How does she do that? Maybe his mother really is a secret cape.
"By the way, I hear everything!" Another shout from the stove reached him. Sometimes his mother's supposed omniscience, along with her commanding tone, drove him mad. I'm on my way." Greg muttered to himself. "And get the Christmas decorations they need to be cleaned up, too!" The sponge and water bowl are there, too - dust your room." Linda said, without letting him get a word in edgewise. "Dinner will be in an hour, sandwiches are on the table. His mother was just trying something on the stove, blowing the contents of a hot spoon, so Greg's insides immediately gave off a long horn of gourmet agony. Cleaning is cleaning, of course, but his stomach was starting to get a little hungry. Pulling up his sliding shorts, Greg stomped down to the first floor, turning toward the kitchen. And the whole time he felt like a caveman. The last time a battle of the capes had caused several of the power poles to collapse, leaving their neighborhood without power for days. Not only was he going to get harnessed to clean up the mess, but there was no telling when the lights would be back on. Beautiful." Greg gurgled, sliding down the seat.
#Cultist simulator the way the white door tv#
"The power's out! The TV doesn't work either, and "Friends" is about to start!" came the answer from the kitchen of the all-knowing oracle that Linda Vader sometimes seemed to be to her family. "Then why did my computer suddenly shut down?" A couple of tones lower, Greg asked, not really hoping for an answer. "No, young man, but they are near the end!" came from somewhere in the kitchen. "Mom," he shouted, taking the very tone that could be heard through several walls and ceilings, "Five minutes haven't passed yet!" Greg lethargically stared at the silenced hardware, then flipped his flat clicker over in the hope of seeing the red LED glow. The system unit's humming coolers let out their last gasp and froze motionlessly. He had already reached for the closing icon of the browser window when the monitor suddenly faded to opaque black. It would be Christmas in a few days, and no doubt another torture of cleaning would only kill the atmosphere of the impending holiday. Not that he was that busy, but distracting him from sifting through the PHO forums for the sake of some sort of cleaning was at the very least undignified on his mother's part. Greg grimaced as he leaned back in his chair. Vader's voice took on a menacing hue, prophesying heavenly punishment on Greg's head. "Gregory King Vader, if I don't see you downstairs in five minutes, I'll be very angry!" The tone of Mrs. After all, there's always someone wrong on the Internet! If no one has broken into his room so far, then the case can wait. "Right now! Just a minute!" Greg answered again without taking his eyes off the monitor. * * *"Gregory! Cleaning!" another untimely shout came from the first floor.
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