I looked at the 2 Joes as they happily resumed to munch the meat off of poor Joe-4's butt. To be honest, we could have talked about a lot of things, but I was just too dumbfounded by the entire development, which took place while I was dead.
The technical diffusivities, the death counter, the cannibalism, the brain dead Joe, the life of perpetual torment and emotional anguish, the lack of clothing on my body... and the list just went on.
I could be searching for meaning in life and what laid beyond, yet here I was gawking at 2 full-grown ass-men eating ass without a worry in the world.
Should I be concerned that I was not even bothered by such a sight anymore? Let's be real for a second, this ain't normal, though it sure did feel just like that.
Everything in this afterlife had fucked with my brain to such an extent; the word"normal" lost more and more of its original meaning with each passing day. Common sense, more like common derivation of social norms shaped by the involuntary perception of societal invoked tendencies.
Or in short and with a lot fewer buzzwords. Nothing can make sense if there was nothing that made sense in the first place.
Waving my psychotic copies goodbye, I decided to explore the landscape again.
I was better off alone. Otherwise, who knew if they would start to lust after MY buttcheeks? Running away while they were distracted was the only choice for me.
Heh, I would rather stay nude for the rest of my long, long afterlife than dealing with my other copies any longer. Four copies of mine were already more than enough reason for me to leave everything behind and never come back.
We already had cannibalism; where was this going to end? The future of the [Endless Grasslands] looked more than just bleak. It would be ravaged and exploited by the tyranny of Joe Doe wannabes.
Seeking refuge far away in a distant place was the best course of action for me. I needed to be strong enough to fight an endless horde of mindless, immortal beings.
Time, I needed time.
Without looking back, I simply ran into the horizon and would never return back here again─sprinting as fast as my legs and body allowed me to. Even as my lungs were burning and every muscle ached, I continued to move.
When cramps and soreness caused me to collapse, all I had to do was eat a bit of dirt. Afterwards, everything would be a-okay again and the rush into the unknown land could be resumed. The soil, full of steroids and dope, was particularly helpful to make this somewhat bearable.
However, I could never truly stop. More ground needed to be covered, more distance needed to be gained. The madness, which awaited this place, would not wait for me.
Due to sheer exhaustion, the thought of stopping crossed my mind over and over again. The brain whispered sweet lies; futilely trying to convince the fool of letting sanity prevail.
Alas, the fool did what the fool knew best─ignoring any good advice.
Because ain't nobody wanted his ass to be eaten by a crazed mob of murder-hobos. My cheeks had already clenched just thinking about it. Neither they nor I would ever consent to this.
It was not hard to find motivation when your ass was on the line. Even if my legs burned like hell, they would never be as painful as getting your ass chewed out.
Call me a coward; call me a bitch, call me whatever ya want. To me none of that mattered, keeping my life was the only thing in my mind. Only at the end of the world could I truly be safe. Until then my life would be full of fear and danger.
This was a much-needed tactical retreat to escape from the wretched clutches of evil. These monsters in human flesh would know no mercy on my behind.
Just this moment I came to a crashing halt and gazed at the lingering sun on the horizon. It was time, my body decided to use its ultimate, final weapon...vomit. In a split second, a wave of nausea hit me and puke left my mouth like a missile.
As much as my body told me to, I could not sit down and relax. Any break or pause would spell my doom and my journey would end before it had even begun. I had to keep on moving forward.
Every single step taken meant more than the world. My legs were wobbly but that was nothing that could not be solved by the steroid-filled dirt. Screaming my frustration into the void eased my suffering for a moment.
Eating some grass distracted me as well. It also got rid of this awful taste of vomit. The raging boner it gave me could be neglected.
Now, I was simply running at top speed with an erection. Who cared about aerodynamics or potential drag?
Many notifications flashed across my face, telling me about my strengthened endurance, but I just could not feel any joy. Happyness was thousands of miles away from me.
Blisters had already formed at my feet and every single movement made me want to scream. Gritting my teeth and continuing the hellish march to my safe haven did not help at all.
Due to the cumulated exhaustion, I stumbled over my own legs and slid face-down over the ground. Trying to break the fall with my hands gave me long scratches all over them. Not only were my hands and knees now bleeding; they also started to hurt even more.
Still, I had to keep on moving...
Yet, my legs did not budge an inch from their current spot. Despite, me trying my hardest they refused to listen to me. Even showing dirt into my mouth did not fix the problem.
I managed to run for another moment before falling down face-first again. More and more wounds gathered on my body as I ran and fell over and over again.
Tired arms pushed up the weary body and I tried to advance once again. Much like a newborn that had just learned how to walk, it was not very successful. Though it was nothing that could not be solved by taking more stimulants aka drug-filled dirt.
As long as I kept on moving forward, I could not care less about it not being very healthy. Come on, or were you just all talk Joe? Move your naked ass forward until you explode once again. Then stand up and repeat it once again.
It was that fucking easy. So why don't ya quit being such a weak pussy and stop complaining about everything? Just do what needed to be done.
Somehow I managed to get up again and tried to run as fast as my legs could carry me. It was neither fast nor very elegant, but despite all odds, I managed to keep on moving forward.
Every single step was filling me with a deep hatred toward everything in existence, but it was still a step in the right direction. Especially lovely were the many wounds on my body that could not shut the fuck up and kept on sending signals to my brain.
I got it body. No shit, I was hurt. There were eyes in my goddamn skull, I could see that. No need to assault my every waking moment with this information. Lemme run in peace without telling me what would be good for me.
What are you? My mom? I was dead enough to know that the future wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows. Scratching my balls would solve nothing. If it was that easy I would have broken the world record for most consecutive masturbation a long time ago.
Hardly anything could be done other than moving my ass Nothing too sophisticated, yet my legs could not even do that anymore. They were beyond useless to me.
With as much grace as a drunken sailor at the morning hour, the way would certainly not be an easy one.
At the moment my face looked like a clear case of domestic abuse coupled with a car crash. Or more akin to the after-picture of an anti-meth ad.
My appearance was like the love child of a freak accident involving chainsaws, hookers, a cannonball and tons of boner pills. Much like the bloody aftermath of every slasher movie ever looked like..
To sum it up I did not look like a model right now. it was a wonder in itself that I had not died, despite losing so much blood.
Those red beads of life were something I threw around like breadcrumbs making the life of every would-be pursuer much easier.
Could my life get any worse? As if the stars had heard my moaning and bitching they decided to make it much harder for me. Why else would my legs explode all of a sudden? On the one hand, it solved the issue with muscle pain, on the other hand now there was the pain of missing nearly half of my lower body.
Time to crawl and wait for death to take me.
I hated my life...