What could
I do? I was stuck with Zilla in the middle of the Martians wastelands, the warm
of the cab began to overwhelm me and the grease to bother me, before to put to
hibernate the big-boy I sent my position to the central. Six Hours and they
come from me… the red reflection of the sun over the Martian desert become to
provoke me ‘’ The Bad Blood’’, my circulation was rampage, soon I found myself excited
and angry, I couldn’t stop to frowns. – Three hours – And finally some of
breeze relieved me a bit, I’m asking to myself, how would be my days with nine
hours Jupiterians for day? Three to sleep, three to work and three to have fun…
-what the hell am I thinking? Before to put a foot there (if I put it), a
thunderbolt broke me, and my ashes would fly towards the other side of the
planet in a fierce millennial storm. –
-One hour.-
They say that the sun rays strike more stronger here than the Earth, I suppose
that it’s the reason because the Martians are more aggressive and irritable,
and that we suffer something called ‘’ red hysteria’’ … - Ah, the earthlings
and his ambitious to classified everything…- Despite not having visited Earth
yet, I’m pretty sure of something…There’s no better place to enjoy a cigarette
and observe the stars like the Martian Desert.
A story/draw with a couple of years,
be careful with the red hysteria earthlings(;
Bye, M-bloggers!
is a very good story
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