My final dead-horse on this:

Charlie Brown was an angry young man. The world he had grown up into was not what he had imagined it would be, not what he felt he had been promised it would be. Instead, it was a world where things did not always go his way, where life just kept pulling the football away at the final moment and he was tired of it. First, the little red-haired girl rejected him for another boy and then that sadistic Lucy van Pelt kept hurting him with the football trick. He had thought about shaking-off life's little setbacks and getting his act together and growing the hell up but no, he decided that becoming a moody but well-armed drifter, sulking about the world that he had been cheated out of would be the right path for him. "I'll show all of you!" he shouted as he walked out the door with Snoopy IV chasing after him. First stop was the van Pelt house where he found Lucy. He shot her seven times. Linus came running outside in tears but Charlie knew that Linus was a kind soul so he let Linus live. Then he quickly double-timed it over to the little red-haired girl's house but her mother said that she was not home. Charlie Brown shot the mother 11 times. He knew that the little red-haired girl's father was a hunter and a gunsmith in his spare time so he broke into their basement and found the gun cabinet and ammunition stash. He grabbed a rifle and several boxes of ammo and stuffed the ammo in his backpack. He also grabbed some ammo for the 9mm pistol he'd used on Lucy and the mother. He ran out of there as the sirens could be heard a few blocks away and made it to the highway where a sympathetic trucker picked him up. "Son, you look like you're in trouble." Charlie just shrugged and looked out the window. Several hours passed in silence before the trucker pulled into a rest area and said, "Okay son, this is where you go on your way." Charlie felt betrayed and shot the trucker 12 times. He then grabbed the cash in the trucker's wallet and walked away from the rest area feeling as if the world was slowly becoming more just, more aware of his presence.

Charlie Brown was last seen in the Utah wilderness, standing on a mesa looking out over what he felt was the vast apocalyptic wasteland that America had become. The America that had failed to see that all he wanted was the little red-haired girl by his side and to kick that damned football.

That's some dark **** right there!

...and wrong on so many different levels.


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Oh S#!t, I must have clicked the wrong thread. I thought this was the random picture thread. it must be the Dark and Brooding Writer's Guild thread. :D

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Charlie Brown had just graduated from NYU. With the weather in Virginia so beautiful in late June, and with several job offers in hand, he decided to take a three day backpacking trip with his faithful dog Snoopy IV, partly to find new fly fishing spots, but mostly to clear his mind and consider his future employment options. On the second day of their hike, Charlie, or "Chucky" as the Little Red Haired girl, now his fiancé, called him, stumbled across an old abandoned cabin. Inside Chucky found some very interesting old artifacts….A leather football, and old Mauser that the previous owner tried saving buy wrapping the broken stock in gauze from his first aid kit, and a couple boxes of antique ammo. He was going to just leave the items in the cabin, but as his best friend Lucy, a wonderful friend now that she came out as a lesbian and no longer has anger issues, was a collector of junk and owner of a antique store in town. Of course Chucky considered Lucy a hoarder, but nobody confronted her on this. On the third morning, after hauling Lucy's crap up the first of the three steep climbs on the hike, Chucky paused on the mesa. He thought to himself, do I really need to haul this broken old rifle and heavy ammo up these hills and back just to contribute to Lucy's hoarding issues. …But Snoopy does seem to enjoy playing with the football. I think I'll keep that.

Original from the source.

It's the Apocalypse Charlie Brown! by SeanE on DeviantArt

Ever since Lucy had finally gone too far in her quest for power and launched the nuclear apocalypse, Charlie Brown had roamed the wastes watching his Peanuts gang being whittled down one by one until only he and his faithful beagle; Snoopy IV were left.... But he would never give up, never. Not until he found the little red haired girl.

She was out there... somewhere...

Oh he11 yeah... so my beloved Charlie Brown turns into a psychopath mass murderer?

I was going to say I have small collection of very old Charlie Brown books. From those it would seem Charlie would most likely end up an insurance salesman and not some drifter wandering an apocalyptic wasteland.

Is there an actual story that goes with this picture or are you all letting your imaginations go wild?

And for the record I'm more interested what Schroder ended up doing with Lucy. ;)

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Thank you for clearing that up... I still think it is a pretty dark twist on Charlie Brown...

I suppose Hobbs turned on Calvin and ate him in an uncontrollable attack of blood lust too.

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Fred, a middle aged pedophile who lives in a van down by the waterfront, had grown up in his mothers basement playing with My Little Pony toys. Fred was now on his most recently adopted fetish, dressing like Charlie Brown. Fred had even enlisted the help of a stray dog that he called Snoopy IV.

With a Mauser, a football, and a backpack full of candy and children's clothing, Fred was once again on the hunt.

The realization he was an outcast came too late in childhood for Pigpen. By early adolescence he had grown introverted and bitter. How he longed for the normalcy and acceptance his playmates enjoyed! Junior High saw him crawl deep into his shell, and by High School he was utterly alone. It wasn’t until he grew to manhood he began to claw his way back, in his way. Totems representing the happier times began to accumulate around him; a dog looking remarkably like Snoopy, a football which was a favorite of one of his friends; Charles? William? – couldn’t remember and who gives a **** anyway. He even picked up a shirt at Goodwilll that, if he’d been paying any attention at all, was a dead ringer for the one worn by; Stanley? Arthur? Doesn’t matter.

In a lighter vein, this is a great article on Charles Schulz and 'the little redhaired girl" that came out a few weeks ago. Worth the read........
Charlie Brown Never Found His Little Red-Haired Girl, but We Did | Vanity Fair


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Calvin & Hobbs
 

Someone Mentioned Calvin & Hobbs.
I read this sometime last year. As a Calvin & Hobbs fan, it touched me.


"Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?"
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, "Did... did you.... find him?"
"Yes dear," Susie said smiling sadly, "He was in the attic."
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
"I washed him for you," Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
"Thank you, Susie." Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
"Dear," Calvin said finally. "Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him."
"All right," Susie said. "I'll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I'll be back soon."
Susie kissed her huband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he said.
"And I love you," said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. "Hello Hobbes. It's been a long time hasn't it old pal?"
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. "It sure has, Calvin." said Hobbes.
"You... haven't changed a bit." Calvin smiled.
"You've changed a lot." Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, "Really? I haven't noticed at all."
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
"So... you married Susie Derkins." Hobbes said, finally smiling. "I knew you always like her."
"Shut up!" Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
"Tell me everything I missed. I'd love to hear what you've been up to!" Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
"You know... I visited you in the attic a bunch of times." Calvin said.
"I know."
"But I couldn't see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal." Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
"You grew up old buddy." said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn't grow up and that we'd be together forever!!"
Hobbes stroke the Calvin's hair, or what little was left of it. "But you didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"We were always together... in our dreams."
"We were?"
"We were."
"Hobbes?"
"Yeah, old buddy?"
"I'm so glad I got to see you like this... one last time..."
"Me too, Calvin. Me too."
"Sweetheart?" Susie voice came from outside the door.
"Yes dear?" Calvin replied.
"Can I come in?" Susie asked.
"Just a minute."
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. "Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks... for everything..."
"No, thank you Calvin." Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, "You can come in now."
Susie came in and said, "Look who's come to visit you."
Calvin's children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin's room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. "Grandpa!!" screamed the child in delight.
"Francis!" cried Calvin's daughter, "Be gentle with your grandfather."
Calvin's daughter turned to her dad. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories."
Calvin laughed and said, "Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age."
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, "Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up."
Calvin's beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tommorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, "Francis. Come here for a second."
Francis came over to his grandfather's side, "What is it Gramps?"
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. "This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him."
"He's just a stuffed tiger." Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, "Well, let me tell you a secret."
Francis leaned closer to Clavin. Calvin whispered, "If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger."
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, "Not only that he will be your best friend forever."
"Wow! Thanks grandpa!" Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
"Francis! We need to go now!" Calvin's daughter called.
"Okay!" Francis shouted back.
"Take good care of him." Calvin said.
"I will." Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. "I'll take care of him, Calvin..."
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.


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I seem to have something in my eye.

Oi.....Hobbs.....

+1

Dusty in here.