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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 28, 2010 22:19:38 GMT -5
Axe drops down lifeless. Or maybe not. It's hard to tell if he really is dead or not.
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 29, 2010 14:55:34 GMT -5
Sarpek picks up the body, puts it in a plastic bag, and puts the bag in the walk-in freezer in the back. That should keep Axe nice and frozen solid.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 29, 2010 17:51:34 GMT -5
A scratching and banging sound is heard from behind the freezer's doors, followed by some zombie groans.
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 29, 2010 20:37:24 GMT -5
Sarpek flips through his copy of the Zombie Survival Guide, and verfies that zombies indeed freeze solid.
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Post by Vito The Don on Oct 11, 2010 17:54:16 GMT -5
Outside the bar stands a man. He looks worn down, beaten by the past couple years of life. His once finely tailored Armani suit is coated in blood, the pleats in the pants utterly ruined. He looks at the bar and hefts a seemingly impossible weapon. "Home."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Oct 11, 2010 20:36:58 GMT -5
((GASP!!! VITO!!!!!!! )) Axe Hack is still banging on the fridge door.
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Post by Noah on Mar 25, 2011 23:23:32 GMT -5
The chainlink fence rattles as Noah pulls himself over the top. He lands with a loud thud on the other side. The zeds had followed him this far and it wasn't likely that fence would hold them long. He looked around for something, anything that looked familiar. He could only remember two things. First was passing out in the old Elbow Room and second was waking up again in a crater somewhere near the border walls. What the fuck had happened he wasn't quite sure but he only knew that they hadn't improved much. He'd lost all his weapons, not to mention a great majority of his clothes. Running from zombies isn't nearly as exciting when its in your boxers.
Noah saw to his left a fire escape. Luckily it had already been pulled down by someone so he didn't even have to mess with trying to climb up to it. The chain link was groaning as loudly as the zeds as it reached its breaking point. Noah climbed up the excape to the top of the building, pulling the ladder up behind him. From this height he could get his bearings. Suddenly he realized exactly where he was. The broken skylight, the metal fuck-up that littered the buildings inners, the vomit stain. This was where Sarpek had built his insane nuclear generator and gone super zombie. From here the Elbow Room should be...
The place looked like it aslways had, an absolute shithole. Maybe there were a few, take that back, a LOT more holes in the place but it had never really been all that intact. Noah snuck onto the roof, just like old times, and slipped into his old store room. The firearms had been looted, probably Sarpek, but his clothes and back-up survival pack were still there. He reached into the pack and pulled out his emergency rifle. It broke down into two components, the butt and the barrel. The barrel itself was sepereated into two, each with its own caliber. One held a .22 rimfire cartridge and one held .410 shotgun shell. He assembled it, slding the locking pin into its slot just beneath the breach. Opening the groove on the butt, he pulled out two cartridges, one for each barrel. He hooked on the shoulder strap and was ready for action. He rummaged about for some clothes, putting on a tactic vest, black long sleeved shirt, jeans and a pair of steel toed boots. Tossing the pack over his right shoulder and the rifle over his left, he walked down the stairs.
"I'm back," he said, "Now what the fuck's going on?"
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Post by winka on Mar 27, 2011 5:54:21 GMT -5
Two arrows fly from out of nowhere barely missing Noah's legs pinning him to the stairs.
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Post by Noah on Mar 27, 2011 8:31:35 GMT -5
"What the fuck!" he yells, whipping up his gun and searching the room for the attcker.
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Post by winka on Mar 27, 2011 17:48:35 GMT -5
*A slightly familiar voice from behinds the cades * heh ,heh not bad shooting eh …been practicing up while you were gone…… just making sure you'd stick around awhile…..
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Aug 25, 2011 15:43:09 GMT -5
Outside the bar stands a man. He looks worn down, beaten by the past couple years of life. His once finely tailored Armani suit is coated in blood, the pleats in the pants utterly ruined. He looks at the bar and hefts a seemingly impossible weapon. "Home." Leon sways slightly, the open and nearly full bottle of Tovarisch brand vodka sloshing as he lowers it from his lips to his hip, and gazes thoughtfully at the door. What might have taken him a heartbeat to decide in the old days instead takes several moments of slurring contemplation. Yes, Leon is so damn drunk that even his thoughts slur now, and how the hell did my mind's voice develop a lisp? That's so god damn annoying it- He shakes off the meandering musings and reaches for a napkin on top of the bar. He misses it twice. Finally, success. He wraps it around a finger, stuffs it halfway into the bottle, reconsiders, removes it, takes another big gulp, stuffs it back in and puts his lighter to it. He reaches for a cigarette as if to light it from the flame of his new molotov. "Oh shi-!" Surprised at how quickly the napkin has gone up (it's only paper, jackass) he winds up, accidentally smacking the bottle against the bar and spills flaming fluid onto his sleeve. Aiming carefully but with urgency, compensating for unresponsive drunken muscles, he wings the bottle through a gap in the barricades, aiming for the noise he heard through his pixilated stupor. He hears a smash, a cry of surprise, and smiles stupidly to himself for a moment before stopping to sniff the air. "Do you guys smell something burning? Besides the molotov I tossed on that zombie outside?" Sure, flaming zombies are no better than regular zombies; they're arguably worse, but Leon likes to watch them. He has no idea that was Vito he just tried to light up, nor has he any inkling, as he turns around curiously, looking for the source of the smoke, that he is on fire from his right elbow halfway to his wrist. Not yet, anyway. "And where's that damned pounding coming from? (*edit: seriously, let's get some good RP goin on in here. Or, alternatively, on the Skynet forum. I'm not sure which of us has more traffic, though. Also, edited in the bit about hearing Axe in the fridge)
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Dec 8, 2011 9:35:29 GMT -5
Priz walks into the current incarnation of the Elbow Room.
"Hello? Anyone here? Do I have to get my own goddamn drink?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Dec 23, 2011 14:01:43 GMT -5
Axe Hack continues to knock on the fridge door after all this time.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 19, 2012 15:33:29 GMT -5
Leon waves, "Hi Priz!", flinging small flames around the room as he walks toward the fridge. "You're just in time!" he grins, "I was just heading to the walk-in fridge for a keg!" He removes the tiny bolt from the handle and jerks the heavy aluminum door open.
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Post by Sarpek on Jun 27, 2012 19:24:26 GMT -5
Sarpek awakes, and checks his watch. Damn, he was under for a long time this time... The door of his room on the top flooor rattles wswith the sound of bolts, and is opened as he wanders downstairs.
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