Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 5, 2007 21:41:20 GMT -5
From behind the bar came a loud noise, like metal sliding against wood. Glasses on the edge of the bar tumbled to the ground, shattering on impact as the bar shook subtly with the opening of a long sealed cellar once hidden under a small square of carpet.
"Alright you F#%!ING ZEDS! BARS CLOSED!"
Tovarisch waved his axe wildly through the air, holding in his other hand a half emptied bottle of Vodka, although being an optimist, he'd rather refer to it as half full. He stumbled a bit, catching himself on the side of the bar. Looking around, he noticed the footsteps and muffled chattering he had heard through the thick wooden floors of The Elbow Room were not zombies at all. The room was occupied by several shady survivors all huddled around various tables in close proximity of the bar.
"Oh...*hic* survivors." Tovarisch said, setting his axe onto the bar. "Well, *hic* how unclassy of me to *hic* not intro*hic*duce myself. I, am Tovarisch Kruschuuu...Kruscheeee...Kinta..."
Tovarisch thought for a bit on his name, as the room around him began to spin.
"Krushchev! *hic*"
The room went black, and Tovarisch slumped to the floor, mumbling to himself as he lay past out cradling his vodka.
"Alright you F#%!ING ZEDS! BARS CLOSED!"
Tovarisch waved his axe wildly through the air, holding in his other hand a half emptied bottle of Vodka, although being an optimist, he'd rather refer to it as half full. He stumbled a bit, catching himself on the side of the bar. Looking around, he noticed the footsteps and muffled chattering he had heard through the thick wooden floors of The Elbow Room were not zombies at all. The room was occupied by several shady survivors all huddled around various tables in close proximity of the bar.
"Oh...*hic* survivors." Tovarisch said, setting his axe onto the bar. "Well, *hic* how unclassy of me to *hic* not intro*hic*duce myself. I, am Tovarisch Kruschuuu...Kruscheeee...Kinta..."
Tovarisch thought for a bit on his name, as the room around him began to spin.
"Krushchev! *hic*"
The room went black, and Tovarisch slumped to the floor, mumbling to himself as he lay past out cradling his vodka.