On one day here on ye olde earth there was a surfer dude. He went to ye olde surf shoppe. A VSCO girl saw him. He did the Cowabunga symbol and she freaked out. She said, “Sksksksksksk OMG you almost made me drop my hydroflask! Because you’re so hot!!! Wow! Do you wanna make friendship bracelets but like sksksk and I oop relationship based bracelets?”
He said “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, you just looked like you could use a friend! I can tell by your puka shell necklace you’re a tourist!”
“Wait,” she said. “I'm not a tourist! I, like, live here. Puka shell necklaces are just having a moment! Do you wanna go back to my VSCO hangout? We can have sex on my trampoline!!!”
“I’m sorry, man. I’m gay.”
“Wait,” she said. “I'm not a tourist! I, like, live here. Puka shell necklaces are just having a moment! Do you wanna go back to my VSCO hangout? We can have sex on my trampoline!!!”
“I’m sorry, man. I’m gay.”
This particular VSCO girl, Rebekah, was the goddess VSCO’s reluctantly chosen one, because even though she’s annoying, and totally representative of VSCO’s clique which she feels misrepresents her, she has hella fye skills when it comes to photography. Lighting really is everything. So, out of a forced feeling of outrage, and, frankly, anger at T’Qia for outdoing her last party anyways (who in the heavens would’ve thought a screening of Brokeback Mountain, complete with tissues and champagne, was more palatable than a shittily made YouTube video binge?) VSCO struck the surfer boy down, thinking he must be T’Qia’s chosen.
Rebekah said a prayer for his lost soul to God, which further annoyed VSCO, and OCEANMAN got out of the wave pool on Mt. TT, and yelled, “Why would you kill my chosen?”
“He’s T’Qia’s, and he doesn’t seem chosen!”
“Because only T’Qia protects them!”
“Duh, honey!” T’Qia approached the room, nervous to see who was dead in who’s fit of rage. The last person to be killed by a god, was, like, forever ago. “Mine have already been through enough shit. So, who’d you kill.”
“He’s T’Qia’s, and he doesn’t seem chosen!”
“Because only T’Qia protects them!”
“Duh, honey!” T’Qia approached the room, nervous to see who was dead in who’s fit of rage. The last person to be killed by a god, was, like, forever ago. “Mine have already been through enough shit. So, who’d you kill.”
“One of yours. He was at a surf shop. Didn’t know the gays were multicultural now.”
“HE’S MY CHOSEN YOU STUPID SKANK ASS BITCH!” OCEANMAN yelled. “I loved him. He was mine! Mine! You know T’Qia is a transitional god, for the most part, and his followers are mostly basics or also follow Interna. You KNOW that. But just because someone’s gay, does not mean they’re only personality traits are based around that.”
“It’s true, I’m a god of stereotypes.”
“So I-”
“You killed him for being gay!”
“No, I killed him for rejecting my chosen!”
“Which he did because he’s gay you STUPID WHORE he is gay he cannot change!” OCEANMAN yelled.
“No, I killed him for rejecting my chosen!”
“Which he did because he’s gay you STUPID WHORE he is gay he cannot change!” OCEANMAN yelled.
“Pssh. Where were you at Stonewall?” T’Qia asked, blotting his lipstick.