Post by 23skidoo on Oct 15, 2007 7:23:27 GMT -5
when I was a young buck the only wars I got involved with were ratings wars. I had long hair, wore a caftan and had 'make love not war' tattooed on my johnson.
Those days are gone now, as is my pecker - damn those infectious bites! I don't go looking for trouble but it sure seems to keep finding me these days.
I'm in Perryn, but for how long, who knows. For the last couple of days I've had to endure whining cries of 'there's 10 zombies outside!' and 'the gatehouse has been broken into!'
Shock and horror over what? I've had good days that were worse than what these piss ants were crying about. Still, another few hours and I'd be out of here, restocked and glad to see the back of the place.
And then they came, a trickle, a flood, an ungodly tsunami of tooth, claw and stinking breath. I don't know who fled and who bled but when I woke up the Fort was a fucking mess. The gatehouse was ruined, groans were everywhere and zombies were thick on the ground. I've tried to reclaim the gatehouse, me and a couple of others nearly did it but the effort was not shared.
It's late, we're tired and if I see one more coward crying for his mommy I'm going to pop him myself. When the next wave comes it'll probably be my last. They said the forts would hold, they said they were safe. Just goes to prove that those fools say a lot of things.
Be safe viewers, and pray this scourge never escapes the city walls.....they say it can't be done...
Those days are gone now, as is my pecker - damn those infectious bites! I don't go looking for trouble but it sure seems to keep finding me these days.
I'm in Perryn, but for how long, who knows. For the last couple of days I've had to endure whining cries of 'there's 10 zombies outside!' and 'the gatehouse has been broken into!'
Shock and horror over what? I've had good days that were worse than what these piss ants were crying about. Still, another few hours and I'd be out of here, restocked and glad to see the back of the place.
And then they came, a trickle, a flood, an ungodly tsunami of tooth, claw and stinking breath. I don't know who fled and who bled but when I woke up the Fort was a fucking mess. The gatehouse was ruined, groans were everywhere and zombies were thick on the ground. I've tried to reclaim the gatehouse, me and a couple of others nearly did it but the effort was not shared.
It's late, we're tired and if I see one more coward crying for his mommy I'm going to pop him myself. When the next wave comes it'll probably be my last. They said the forts would hold, they said they were safe. Just goes to prove that those fools say a lot of things.
Be safe viewers, and pray this scourge never escapes the city walls.....they say it can't be done...