The mist didn't bother Arthur. Being a skeleton, he lacked the lungs to find it damp or the skin to find it cold. What did bother him was the sudden, inexplicable urge for a well-balanced breakfast.
He didn't have muscles, but he had spirit. With a sudden, spastic lunge, he grabbed the entire table and flipped it into the air. If he couldn't bring the food to his mouth, he would simply let the chaos of the universe deliver it. Breakfast at Cemetery Free Download
He pulled a rickety wooden table between two mossy headstones and laid out a spread that would make a nutritionist weep. There were "Fruity Loops" that smelled vaguely of old cedar, a carton of milk that had surely seen better decades, and a stack of pancakes that looked remarkably like flattened tombstones. The mist didn't bother Arthur
"The gravity here is... inconsistent!" Arthur hissed. He managed to pin a pancake to the table with his left hand, while his right hand performed a series of frantic, jerky circles in the air, clutching a fork like a desperate conductor. He didn't have muscles, but he had spirit
With a monumental effort of will—and a fair amount of rattling—he guided a sticky piece of syrup-soaked dough toward his face. He swung too hard. The pancake slapped against his forehead and stuck there, partially obscuring his left eye socket.
As a single, soggy loop landed perfectly in his jaw, Arthur decided that breakfast in the afterlife was less about nutrition and more about the thrill of the hunt. If you'd like to check out the game this story is based on: You can find it on Itch.io for Windows and macOS.
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