"I can't write something like that" I said gruffly.
It was in the darkened room as I stared upon the sunset of the days of the world.
"What are you talking about?" said the 2nd person in the room.
"Me" I said
"Just go with the prompt" said Darrin, the 3rd person.
"Okay" I sighed.
"Once, in Beijing, a young girl in a red gown huddled in a doorway, clutching a Tec-9 in each hand. She kicked the door open and let loose a barrage of bullets. A hail of gunfire, proceeded by a red mist of blood. She went to the elevator and pressed the button for floor #13"
"As you are aware, there are no 13 floors, ever, in any buildings. Some people say this is overly superstitious, but they've never built a skyscraper before, have they? No atheists in engineering school, or architecture school. Hell, with this economy, most atheistic engineers/architects are busy online with their internet forums, just like everyone else."
"So anyway, the girl, she gets to the 13th floor and, there's, like, a nightclub. It's called Club 13, but it officially has no name. Here there are many indie-folk, electro-folk, and disco-folk bands play the night away, on their banjo-synthesizers, talking about love and understanding and other shit."
"One of the Bouncers, who has unironic glasses, is like "hey you killed all those guards, you should feel bad" and she felt bad