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uncertain-nerd · 2 years ago
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*Thanksgiving Day, year 2069*
Announcer: ITS 7:55, MEANING THERE ARE ONLY 5 MINUTES REMAINING UNTIL THE BEGINNING OF THE 143RD ANNUAL MACY’S THANKSGIVING PARADE!!! CAN I GET A CHANT?!?!? I SAY MACYS YOU SAY PARADE!!
*the crowd roars, baring their bloodstained teeth and raising their pitchforks. Some of the more devoted citizens sport still-warm severed heads, some are covered head to toe with blood, glistening in the sunlight*
“MACY’S!”
“PARADE!!!” *a head soars above the crowd, hitting one of the floats and bouncing off in the opposite direction, leaving an elegant trail of blood in its wake*
“MACY’S!
“PARADE!!!!!!” *the crowd loses control and breaks out into an animalistic fight for survival. They fight for the parade, for thanksgiving, for their country. The announcer tries in vain to scream “Macy’s” one last time, but the deafening roar of the crowd was enough to drown out a fighter jet. He watches the crowd in awe, feeling the blood rushing in his head and fighting the urge to join. He loved Macy’s so much, and fighting for it would be the greatest honor imaginable*
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