2016-04-02 - 11:19 a.m.
I lived in a post apocalyptic world very much like Fallout 4. I lived in a big warehouse with tiered stone levels that everyone claimed spots of as their home. There were some people from work and some fucked up stuff with breeding. But two of the people living with us were Conan O'Brien and Donald Trump.
We eventually had to abandon the warehouse. Everyone left, except Trump. He stayed, just kinda wandering around, trying to get people to do what he says and everyone ignoring him. The last thing we talked about was my broken DT880 headphones. He said he could fix them. I just nodded silently and let him have the headphones, kinda as a pity going-away prize.
Maybe an allegory for the upcoming election?
Conan for Prez 2016.
