Post by 23skidoo on Mar 1, 2008 13:04:33 GMT -5
Can't say it's nice to be back but back I am. The rubber nun deflated over a vigorous set of Hail Mary's and the genny ran out so the hot tub turned cold. Even my manhood wont stand up to much scrutiny after 30 mins in an icy bath, so I opted for the bloodbath that is Malton - and not a moment too soon!
After scratching around the ruins of Santlerville I headed West, drunk enough to pass myself off as one of the dead. The scene was pretty apocalyptic, crumbling buildings filled with crumbling souls surrounded by brain eating vultures from hell. To top off the madness, many of the survivors I spoke to were delusional, ranting about a place called Monroeville. They say that things are better there, no meddling scientists and lots of countryside to plant seeds in. I told them they were insane, and if they didn't get a grip they'd find a zombie planting a seed right up their delusional assholes. This city man, it'll mess you right up.
Anyway, I trekked on and finally made it to the sanctuary of the Whippey NT and met my old friend 'Red Panda'. He's a furry little fellow that covers most of our 'animal' related features, apart from the stuff we make Corningstone do to piss her off. We shared a bottle and a couple of cigars and now the world seems like a saner place again.
So I'll sign off, safe in the knowledge that the News Team is still bringing it to you, hot and steaming plates of truth served with a side salad of dignity and washed down with a cheeky little glass of integrity '69.
After scratching around the ruins of Santlerville I headed West, drunk enough to pass myself off as one of the dead. The scene was pretty apocalyptic, crumbling buildings filled with crumbling souls surrounded by brain eating vultures from hell. To top off the madness, many of the survivors I spoke to were delusional, ranting about a place called Monroeville. They say that things are better there, no meddling scientists and lots of countryside to plant seeds in. I told them they were insane, and if they didn't get a grip they'd find a zombie planting a seed right up their delusional assholes. This city man, it'll mess you right up.
Anyway, I trekked on and finally made it to the sanctuary of the Whippey NT and met my old friend 'Red Panda'. He's a furry little fellow that covers most of our 'animal' related features, apart from the stuff we make Corningstone do to piss her off. We shared a bottle and a couple of cigars and now the world seems like a saner place again.
So I'll sign off, safe in the knowledge that the News Team is still bringing it to you, hot and steaming plates of truth served with a side salad of dignity and washed down with a cheeky little glass of integrity '69.