Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 20, 2009 20:40:10 GMT -5
Meanwhile, at Fort Creedy...
Multiple shots are heard. The DJ turns his new shotgun on a small band of survivors.
"Damn you freakin' Axe Deo PKers! If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna hunt down every single one of you!"
The DJ empties his last shell on a PKer. He straps the shotgun to his back. The DJ turns and run. The remaining PKers are emptying their bullets on him.
"Shit...Can't believe I'm out...Come on man...this is a freakin' military base. There's always some good firearms loaded around here..."
The DJ spots another shotgun on the ground. He dives for it and grabs it, and checks the barrel for any rounds.
"OK. Another shotgun with one shot..."
The DJ spots a group of PKers by a barrel of oil. The DJ aims and fires, hitting the barrel. The barrel explodes, and multiple PKers are blown unconsious.
"That should be the last of them..."
The DJ searches Fort Creedy for more useful supplies. He takes an entire box of everything, and loads it on a tatered Jeep. The DJ hotwires the Jeep and drives it off the lot.
"Next stop, back to the bar..."
Someone on a motorcycle rides out in the open a few yards away as the Jeep passed by. The biker stays behind the DJ, following from afar.
Multiple shots are heard. The DJ turns his new shotgun on a small band of survivors.
"Damn you freakin' Axe Deo PKers! If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna hunt down every single one of you!"
The DJ empties his last shell on a PKer. He straps the shotgun to his back. The DJ turns and run. The remaining PKers are emptying their bullets on him.
"Shit...Can't believe I'm out...Come on man...this is a freakin' military base. There's always some good firearms loaded around here..."
The DJ spots another shotgun on the ground. He dives for it and grabs it, and checks the barrel for any rounds.
"OK. Another shotgun with one shot..."
The DJ spots a group of PKers by a barrel of oil. The DJ aims and fires, hitting the barrel. The barrel explodes, and multiple PKers are blown unconsious.
"That should be the last of them..."
The DJ searches Fort Creedy for more useful supplies. He takes an entire box of everything, and loads it on a tatered Jeep. The DJ hotwires the Jeep and drives it off the lot.
"Next stop, back to the bar..."
Someone on a motorcycle rides out in the open a few yards away as the Jeep passed by. The biker stays behind the DJ, following from afar.
