Jun 15, 2019
Ego Instagrams (2/?)
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Ego Instagrams (2/?)
as requested by anon.
jackjackjohnson: Missin Europe. Traveling the world with ur best friend is truly unreal. Where should we visit next?
jackjackjohnson: Stay hydrated, Stay buckled, Stay up
jackjackjohnson: And suddenly, I was startled from my slumber to the sound of a chainsaw coming to life, not more than 15 feet beside me. I had been found. Without hesitation, I thrust my disheveled blanket across the room, and was on my feet. "GRAB THE BOY. SKIN HIM ALIVE!" Screeched the figure wielding the chainsaw. He had black face paint strewn across his face in no apparent pattern, small bones filling the spaces one would typically find piercings. I quickly eyeballed about 30 of these men in total. Let's just say, I had no intent on sticking around. I took off, narrowly avoiding a feathered arrow that skimmed directly past my left ear. Luckily, growing up in a hunting and gathering village in northern Botswana prepared me for these types of foot races. Key word: "foot". The sound of motor engines starting up sent shivers down my spine, even whilst in the heat of pure adrenaline. Wait... Vehicles? Machines? Shit. It was widely know in Over-Earth that there was only one remaining group of bandits who still had access to oil and vehicles. "The Peacekeepers" is what they called themselves. Quite ironic seeing as how they were notorious for slaughtering, raping, and looting (in no specific order) 90% of survivors they come across. The other 10% are either quick on their feet like me, or they are spared, but only at the sake of joining the bandits in their savage conquest. After losing them briefly, I posted up on a dusty brick wall. I could hear them searching relentlessly, their battle calls piercing the brisk midday air. I knew was blocked in from all angles. "THE BOY" yelled a PeaceKeeper grunt, spotting me in the open. Damn. I only had one option now. Something I NEVER wanted to have to use. The amulet.
jackjackjohnson: Mini creation. It's 4 am and I'm just vibin. I need to sleep. Would've added some 808's but our neighbors are already very pissed off at us (cue the zayn comments) 😭 #thinwalls
jackjackjohnson: Both blonde now...
jackjackjohnson: Follow @JackAndJack if you have ever skipped a stone on a lake four or more times. If your best is under four please stay away (and practice your stone skipping, cuz that's weakkkkkk)
jackjackjohnson: The boy had been journeying for three days, with no food, water, nor resources, aside from his own wit and a handful of skipping stones in his left Jean pocket. Suddenly, he stumbled upon an abandoned church, with a lone window opened wide as the jaws of a grouper. He quickly scaled the wall, not sure what other creatures may be calling this eerie place home. Boobytraps were common in these hostile lands. He quickly rested upon the sill once he made it all the way up. Extreme hunger was beginning to settle in. It was time to scavenge the premises, whether he wanted to or not...