http://wishingforvilla.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] wishingforvilla.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] laography2011-05-21 11:37 am
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The End of the World Meme



IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD

The Rapture has occurred, and those select few who have been saved have already ascended. You now remain abandoned, awaiting the the inevitable destruction of the rest of the world. Will it end in fire, or will it end in ice--or perhaps an inexplicable zombie infestation? Who knows, anything is possible, the only thing that is certain is that you only have so much time left.

What will you do?

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An open meme! Anyone can join, and feel free to set up your own scenarios on just how the apocalypse comes, or when during it your characters are to be found.

 

Ted "Theodore" Logan | Bill and Ted

[identity profile] tedderendingly.livejournal.com 2011-05-21 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ted knew that the world couldn't possibly end here, now. How could it, when he'd seen the future? He'd seen the past, and the future, and all in between. Of course, Bill was right that there was no time like the present and all, but Ted had to confess that it wasn't so peachy on earth right now.

Maybe that's why they were going to play that gig on Mars. But Wyld Stallyn's music was intent to bring about peace and ends to famine...after all, it had been proven that air guitars significantly decreased the amount of pollution in the air. And since Death was an on again off again member of the band, he thought he'd get a heads up to when the end of times was coming.

Plus, God had totally been awesome. How else could they have beat the evil robot thems without the help of Station? Clearly, Ted would have caught the signs and hintings at the end of the world in the crowd he ran in.

Though the preachings didn't bother Ted, who was sitting in the shaking subway as it shot through the underground, lit with neon green and subdued blues. But no, if the world was ending and there was no way out of, he'd end it playing his guitar, end it tossing it over his shoulder, up to the condo he and Elizabeth and Little Bill had taken for his most recent trip to New York City, for their little vacay in the big city.

Though the people in the next end of the car preaching deliverance in a language he didn't know weren't exactly cool with him. People had simply disappeared after what sounded like an army of trumpeters in the sky, but things seemed to run the same. He'd just pluck away at his guitar as the very empty train sped through the dark underground. He'd get off in three stops, and then he'd be with his wife and son, and all would be well.]