Fernando sits at his desk
one afternoon enjoying a rousing play at Dungeons of Dredmor
when a truck pulls in. It does not appreciably slow. Normally this is
nothing of particular note, as the road which passes in front of the
Dominion leads to the nearby gas station and eatery, and many people
opt to turn in from the highway in front of the Dominion when headed
to these locations because the road-orifice is wider.
This truck, though, had a
set of deer antlers mounted on the cab's roof, in a desperate plea
for attention and uncouth display of masculine prowess. The prongs of
this fine rack jutted skywards like defiant fingers aimed directly at
God...such as there were, since it was not a truly epic set of
antlers, the sort of which men sing songs for all the ages. No, it
was a six- or seven-pointer, eight-pointer at absolute best. The
truck itself was clad in the colors of House Camo and the cab's rear
window proudly bore two crests: the head of a deer centered in a
gun's crosshairs, and a Peeing Calvin who loosed his urinary load,
FATAL-style, upon the disembodied head of Osama bin Laden.
Though the driver of this
vehicle did not stop into the Dominion, Fernando found himself
imagining, as his masochistic self is wont to do, what could have
transpired if this alpha male of mythic proportions were to drop by
for a visit and ask something inane of Fernando.
Maybe, some day, we will
know.
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