Post by Magatsu Taito on Aug 29, 2008 22:30:18 GMT -5
Meanwhile, with all the fighting going on, Magatsus lighted the bar disk on fire with a miraculously appearing bottle of tequila. He's taking mighty swings with his great frying pan of burning sunflower oil, during witch he yells" Sarpek!!! Duck!" in hopes of not bashing in Sarpeks forehead. Or at least not whiteout telling him first.
A particularly annoying zombie was on it's way up in the bar, despite having a burning chin. There was no choice, time to see if a frying pan can fly. With a mighty thrust he lets go if it, flinging the last of the oil all around, creating a delicious smell.
Turns out frying pans do fly, at least until they hit zombies straight in the face with what can only be described as frightening speed.
"Dammit! I liked that pan!" Magatsu yells, before realizing he's unarmed, and trapped behind a wall of fire, and a wall of zombies.
He checks under the bar, just in case. There was usually a shotgun there, but that's long gone now. What was there, behind the shotguns straps, was a old oak slugger. Dusty and darkened with age. Someone's carved the word "ripper" into the shaft.
He yanks it out quickly, feeling it over, knocking it once, twice on the floorboards.
Mags takes a stance, ready to hit a curved one, as the first zed manages to crawl over the dying flames.
Luckily most of them seem to have given up because of the fire and are now gathered around the stairs, but there still enough to make things tricky...
"FOLLY COLLY!!!!" He yells like a madman before swinging the bat in half circle, nearly decapitating the medium rare zombie.
"Home run!"
He jump up on the bar again, just for the hell of it, swinging away at the smelly hands, arms and torsos attached to them that surrounds him.
"Naaahhh! CRAB BATTLE!!!!"
A particularly annoying zombie was on it's way up in the bar, despite having a burning chin. There was no choice, time to see if a frying pan can fly. With a mighty thrust he lets go if it, flinging the last of the oil all around, creating a delicious smell.
Turns out frying pans do fly, at least until they hit zombies straight in the face with what can only be described as frightening speed.
"Dammit! I liked that pan!" Magatsu yells, before realizing he's unarmed, and trapped behind a wall of fire, and a wall of zombies.
He checks under the bar, just in case. There was usually a shotgun there, but that's long gone now. What was there, behind the shotguns straps, was a old oak slugger. Dusty and darkened with age. Someone's carved the word "ripper" into the shaft.
He yanks it out quickly, feeling it over, knocking it once, twice on the floorboards.
Mags takes a stance, ready to hit a curved one, as the first zed manages to crawl over the dying flames.
Luckily most of them seem to have given up because of the fire and are now gathered around the stairs, but there still enough to make things tricky...
"FOLLY COLLY!!!!" He yells like a madman before swinging the bat in half circle, nearly decapitating the medium rare zombie.
"Home run!"
He jump up on the bar again, just for the hell of it, swinging away at the smelly hands, arms and torsos attached to them that surrounds him.
"Naaahhh! CRAB BATTLE!!!!"
