You all may not have noticed but the world is coming to an end. The people of New York are being eaten by giant gorillas, and aliens are occupying several countries. They're demanding to have all of our orange juice. Their demands cannot be met due to the growing virus spreading among oranges, turning everyone who consumes them into flesh craving zombies. The zombies are now conflicting with the giant gorillas, causing them to rampage all the way to the midwest. (BEWARE OF STRAY GORILLAS.) The giraffes, who have evolved into crime-fighting Jedi masters, are trying to resolve the problem to no avail, due to the infinite loops of typhoons sweeping through the Savannah. Oh, and all the cake is gone.
P.S. The cake is a lie.
P.P.S (Belated) April Fools! Cause it wasn't obvious at all; our story was very convincing. Wasn't it? >:|
P.P.S. I just read this from last night, and... let's just say we were both tired and delirious and desperately trying to update this as soon as possible so we could go pass out in our beds? Yes? Okay. I'm sorry. <3
