>Guy is about 2 hours into his shift
>Not too many customers
>Not too few, enough to keep busy without stressing
>It's a comfy late summer tuesday
>Atmosphere suddenly changes
>A man in a somewhat thick looking coat, walks in
>He's wearing a hat and heavy rimmed glassed
>He orders a plain coffee
>Knocks twice on the counter and laughs once
>People are looking, barrista is starting to sweat
>The man knocks twice again on the counter, laughs twice
>His coffee is ready, but he seems to have forgotten or doesn't care
>He walks out of the Starbucks, laughing twice, shaking his head once
>He kneels down besides a trashcan and starts punching the pavement
>With every punch he laughs twice and punches faster
>Soon he is vibrating fast enough to trigger car alarms
>Windows start to shatter, people are screaming
>Police are being knocked down by sheer force of airwaves
>National Guard is called in
>"Shit.. Fucking shit, Ole Diggy is at it again"?
>Before they can mobilize their armor, Ole Diggy has punched his way to Australia
>A corn farmer spits out his tobacco
>"Oy, that you Ole Diggy?"
>Ole Diggy straightens his glasses and walks off into the outback, like nothing happened
Why aren't you guys even talking about this?
>>19388906
>Why aren't you guys even talking about this?
Have you ever met anyone that saw him up close? It's like the witnesses have disappeared into a deep dark hole...
>>19388919
>Witnesses are too scared to come foward
Makes sense tbqh. I've never seen Him, but I imagine it would leave scars.
>>19388925
Like scars on the earth, a canyon of flesh excavated by a master digger. His hands are the shovel of gods, and the carvers of all things.
Better hurry up with that Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte before it's too late...
>>19388906