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Post by Michelle O.bama on May 13, 2009 13:36:48 GMT -5
Stepping through the doorway, she looks back to see the electrified stingers crackling through the space where her head was a moment ago. That guy is really gonna have to die. But first!
"Leon!" she calls liltingly and waves a cheerful hand. Michelle walks quickly toward him, one hand still waving, the other squeezing off a short burst from her pistol at his head.
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Post by albub on May 13, 2009 14:33:32 GMT -5
Dan Remington has been tracking the terminator for days. As she levels her pistol at Leon he squeezes the trigger on his grenade launcher, firing a solid tungsten slug at Michelle's center of gravity. The heavy round throws her off of her feet and she slams into the wall, shaking drywall from the roof. Dan Hurls a flashbang down into the bar and starts to rappel down the side of the building.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 13, 2009 14:52:26 GMT -5
Leon reflexively smiles and begins to raise a hand to wave back at Michelle, and a ripple of confusion crosses his face. Shit! he thinks, and turns his hand around, offering up a more honest salutation as he dives sideways to take his half-chance at dodging her fire.
When she's thrown across the room he cocks his head and looks in the direction the shot came from just in time to be left screaming pissed-off blind.
"god DAMN you ALL and your god DAMN bangers!! My retinas are bleached and I can't even hear myself screaming at you!! AAAAAGGHHH!!!!"
He staggers toward and falls over the bar somehow, landing behind it with a thud and a crack. "Oh, right. And thanks for saving my life..."
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Post by Sarpek on May 13, 2009 16:09:19 GMT -5
There is a loud rumble and bang as the freight elevator arrives, and the doors open, revealing what appears to be a small one-person tank, with a 75mm main cannon. The barrel tracks back and forth across the bar, and brilliant xenon headlights kick in, blasting the room with light and shadow. The tank grinds out of the shaft, barrel tracking uneasily, covering everyone in the bar, its 5 cylinder diesel rumbling uneasily.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on May 13, 2009 16:59:01 GMT -5
Recovering, Leon pokes his head up over the bar just in time to get xenons to the face. He swears and falls back again.
"What the hell is out there now? Sounds like an RC car in a blender. God, I want daytime back."
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Post by Sarpek on May 13, 2009 18:02:40 GMT -5
The barrel tracks across with a whir, and lets off a round into the wall above the terminator, bringing down another fall of plaster. Sarpek pops out of the turret hatch, and hoists an M60 into its mount. He spits on the floor. "She's out. At least for a little." He pulls out a pipe bomb, and walks over to Michelle, placing it next to her neck, and lighting the fuse.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 13, 2009 18:31:38 GMT -5
The DJ looks around and thinks to himself, "What the hell is going on around here??!?"
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Post by Noah on May 13, 2009 18:50:16 GMT -5
Noah has snuck out of the fridge and snuck up behind the DJ. He grabs good ol' Spinbad around, grabs him b the shoulders and plants a big kiss smack on his lips. With a crazed glint in his eye, Noah looks right in the DJ's and says
"I've got no idea what's going on here, but the evil pixies are gonna eat us all so we just might as well have fun before the do."
Noah turns around and skips down the street singing
"Row, row, row your boat. Faster you lazy ass..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 13, 2009 18:54:26 GMT -5
"GOD!!!!"
The DJ grabs a few bottles of mouthwash and runs in the bathroom. He comes out a few hours later.
"Not even mouthwash can get that taste out of my mouth...."
The DJ snatches a trank gun from the counter.
"Whoever this belongs to, I'll be taking this for a while!"
The DJ runs out the bar.
"Noah!!! Come out, wherever you are!"
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Post by Noah on May 13, 2009 19:16:58 GMT -5
In the few hours that have passed Noah has somehow gotten out onto an electrical wire stretching between two buildings. He is hanging upside down by his knees with fifteen zombies reaching towards him from beneath. He is holding a white daisy that he found in a crack in the sidewalk and plucking the petals from the flower. He lets each one drift down into the crowd of zeds.
"They love me...They love me not...They love me...They love me not...They love me..."
As he plucks the final petal and lets it drop he says, "They love me not."
He drops the stem into the mass of zombies.
"You guys are no fun. Why don't you love me? Is it the hair? People tell me it looks ratty-tatty. Okay, I'll get it cut just for you."
He continues talking to the zombies, all the while hanging upside down.
"You know, it's really hard to find a good barber in this town..."
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Post by Sarpek on May 13, 2009 19:18:47 GMT -5
Sarpek, finished killing the terminator, he thinks, revs up behind the DJ in his mini-tank. "He's been like this for hours."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 13, 2009 19:25:57 GMT -5
The DJ is still hunting for Noah. A man in a hockey mask appear.
"Hey you! Jayson Exccks, right?"
The man takes the mask off.
"Yes?"
The DJ pauses, still having his suspicions about this guy.
"You've seen a crazy guy?"
Jayson Exccks shakes his head.
"No can do."
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Post by Noah on May 13, 2009 19:36:52 GMT -5
Noah is swinging back and forth now, reaching down with his hands, trying to touch the zombies upstretched hands even though they're two stories beneath him.
"Whee! If I fall, you'll catch me, right? Thanks, mates. You're awfully silent folks aren't you?"
Noah laughs like a small child. It's somewhat frightening.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 13, 2009 19:40:55 GMT -5
The DJ spots Noah hanging. And the horde of zeds under him.
"Oh hell..."
The DJ drops the trank gun, and draws his axes. He runs into the horde for some sword fighting action.
"I know these are axes, but en garde, zombies!"
Jayson Exccks watches the commotion. Then he suspiciously walks away, as if he doesn't care if this is his business or not.
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Post by Sarpek on May 13, 2009 20:45:07 GMT -5
There is another boom, and the DJ is covered with gore as a 75mm shell impacts a zombie in the waist, blowing it in half. The main gun picks off a few more zombies, before Sarpek pops back out of the turret, and begins to pick off the rest of the zombies with a carbine mounted on the turret.
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