OFF-BRAND APOCALYPSE
OFF-BRAND APOCALYPSE
📍 SCENE: A strange morning. The crew wake up in off-brand beds. Shit feel slightly wrong, but they groggy as hell, so they ain't questioning it yet.
🟥 MG: yawning Nigga, why my bed feel like a hotel mattress from Wish?
🟨 OV: sitting up Bruh… this blanket ain’t even soft, it’s just fabric.
🟩 GU: rubbing eyes I just checked my phone, and tell me why the time app is called Clock Pro Max.
The crew getting dressed. They open their closets.
🟥 MG: staring Nigga… what the fuck is Pierre Kardashian??
🟨 OV: holding a shoe “New Jordanance 2”?
🟩 GU: reading a jacket label Nigga, who the hell is Luis Vuittono?
The crew in the kitchen. MG pouring cereal, but something feel off. He stares at the box.
🟥 MG: Nigga, this ain’t Frosted Flakes. This is Sugared Shards.
🟨 OV: grabbing the milk Nigga, why this say Animal-Based Liquid Alternative??
🟩 GU: checks the fridge Nah, ‘cause why this ain’t Coca-Cola… but the bottle say Coca-Color?
Walking outside. The world looks normal… kinda. The crew tryna stay calm, then—
🟨 OV: points NIGGA, LOOK!
Across the street, they see it—a real, actual logo.
🟥 MG: Nigga… is that a legit McDonald's?
🟩 GU: eyes wide Bro, we back for real??
The crew rushes across the street, hearts pounding. They stare at the glowing McDowell's sign.
🟥 MG: deep inhale …Nigga.
🟨 OV: voice cracking This ain’t even real.
🟩 GU: We doomed.