It was like every other night, but tonight was different. The moon was hiding behind some upside-down-heart-shaped clouds. Traffic was slight, strollers slighter. The road was clear, for all intents and purposes in the setting of the story to come. Fine mizzle misted the air 6 fine lads came out to breathe. Inhale, exhale then inhaaaaleee....*cough cough cough* .... inhale, exhale, inhale ...
It was like every other night, but tonight was different. Because I say so. And also because as these 6 fine lads were taking in fresh air, something magical bestowed upon them. A fine scroll, no bigger than an average man's stick, fell out of thin air and unroll itself before these lads, very much like a facsimile shitting out incoming document. It has scribbles on it. Its content was incoherent at first but not for very long as it dawned upon them what it was...
It was a holy script of Indian Poker! Panic and exhilaration coursed through their body in anticipation of the courses of event to come. But something was not right. They took a good look at it and felt that it was ... facile. With that, the boldest of them all took the task to set things right...
With a quick work of an eraser and a marker pen, things looked better again. With much haste, they got what they needed and headed straight for a premise with a roof. Without much ado, they got down n dirty...
It was only a matter of time before the chilies ran out on them. Numb tongues and upset stomachs notwithstanding, they took the game to the next level. Exiting the premise, they went off to scrounge for what they need and gathered at a deserted alley. Again, with the eraser and the marker pen, the boldest of the lot penned down the ultimate trial the ultimate loser will have to suffer...
With that abominable act done and dealt with, a realization slowly came into their cognition. Most of them will live to tell their sons and sons's sons what happened tonight but only one of them claimed the right to tell his sons and sons's sons that he is THE ONE. The one who ate dog food. Just. For. Fun. With the disgusting idea lingering in their thoughts, the group dispersed into the night. It had been a fulfilling night teemed with magic and foolhardiness. Certainly it was a night to remember, at least for one of them. It was like every other night, but tonight was different.
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