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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 8, 2007 6:21:30 GMT -5
Vito looks at his rifle.Then looks at his duffle bag. "When I say one everyone run like hell." Vito reaches in his bag and gabs the LAW. He runs to the cades takes aim and shouts "ONE!" The rocket rips through 3 zeds before exploding in the midst of 6 and turring them into just little bit and peices. He walks back to the bar and sits down."Smarter? They have to be getting smarter, even Zombies have a learing curve. I hate those brainrotters 'cause they fake you out, and those ones that when you blow off their head, they stand backup. "I've always wonderd somthing though, say I was zombified and some guy shot my head off. How come when I get revived my head is suddenly back in it's rightful place?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 8, 2007 9:00:32 GMT -5
"Good question. Soon as I find the zombie Bill Nye the science guy I'll ask him..."
Mel covers her ears to protect them from the blast, gives Vito's gun a knowing look. "Mmmhmm. Freud would know what to say about that ..."
"No, seriously, this nerdy science type I used to ... know ... says it's all about the regeneration. That they heal up back to the health they died at, you know? I hear tell there's other kinds of revive juice in the works, too ... something to make you beserk, an' another kind that makes you immune to the bites for a while. You ever notice how most attacks don't even leave a scar? Take a look at your old scars, from before, sometime. On most folks they sort of start to fade after a while... unless you're real unlucky, and they get worse. Seen a guy like that up in the northwest. He could barely move anymore, he was all ... knotty."
Mel hammers another board in place, stops to light a cigarette and take a long pull on it, watching the milling zombies re-form outside. "If they do get smarter, they'll quit coming after us, and start going for the real 'cades..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 8, 2007 9:07:25 GMT -5
A banging comes from the other side of the cades.
"Hey! Let me in! I'm outta CDs to chuck at these undead filth!"
A look out the window shows that it is DJ Spinbad. He begins pounding on the cades.
"Hello??!? Can anyone hear me??!? Hey my IPod! Wonder where all this blood came from...."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 8, 2007 9:27:21 GMT -5
Lachryma jogs up the stairs. After a couple of minutes you hear her voice out in the street.
"Come here, little ones. Leave poor DJ alone. Yes, walk over to me...keep following....I wish I had flute."
As her voice fades, so does the moaning.
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Post by asshole doctor™ on Mar 8, 2007 10:23:34 GMT -5
jazz flute?... sexual harrison pipes in.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 8, 2007 11:29:31 GMT -5
Leon stands in front of the cage and pokes the zed "dancer" with the skewer from his rat kabob. Castor has reappeared on his bandolier, and now that the Dioscuri are reunited, he looks around for Samantha. Surely she's around, but a 7-inch tall possessed crazed barbie with a mini shotgun is something you try to keep tabs on.
He looks over at Sexual Harrison, wondering where he came from. Upstairs, maybe? Weird.
"What's a jazz flute?" he asks the newcomer.
Leon's eyes also flick to Melody as she smashes the Zed hand deftly, and he listens to her thought's on...thought. "They're not going to climb back up the evolutionary ladder so far as to regain any real dexterity, are they? I mean I can't shoot for s***, and I'd rather they couldn't either!"
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Post by asshole doctor™ on Mar 8, 2007 15:40:13 GMT -5
is the part where i shoot leon in the head? and dump his ass over the cades. man I hope it is. BLAOOWW! HEADSHOT!
leon is dead.
sexual harrison easily tosses leon's puny body over the barricades. wipes his hands off on the wall.
the room is strangely quiet.... "well my job is done! enjoy the silence!" sexualharrison takes his large revolver places it in his ear.
He pulls the trigger. BLAM! a flag shoots out of the trick gun. running straight through sexualharrison's brain. the FLAG reads "blam" sexual harrison slumps to the floor dead. a note on his ass reads "kiss here".
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Post by Vito The Don on Mar 8, 2007 18:45:16 GMT -5
Vito looks at the corpse with disgust. He attaches a Claymore to it and throws it over the 'cades. "Damn murders, worse than the goddam zeds."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 8, 2007 18:57:55 GMT -5
Lachryma happily walks down the stairs.
"Yay, I lose crowd of zeds, is-" She cuts off when she sees the blood-covered floor.
"Blood? Is strange. And where is Leon." The bar remains silent.
"Who did this? Where are they?" she snarls. At the bartender's nod to the barricades, she stalks over to look outside.
"Who is strange man with mine? Where he come from? And look at poor Leon..."
"Perhaps something could...I is no expert. Khrushchev, could needle help?" she asks with an air of defiance.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 8, 2007 19:03:47 GMT -5
"Not until he rises..." Tovarisch said, dragging Leon back inside. "Won't be long now though.."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 8, 2007 19:15:43 GMT -5
Lachryma nods slowly.
"But...his brain is...Well, I ask no questions. And here I thought Leon is safe now....Is annoying."
She flops down next to Leon's body and pulls out one of the needles he traded to her a while back.
"Is payback time, philosopher."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 8, 2007 20:09:31 GMT -5
Leon opens his eyes, his last memory playing out before them in real time. He sees sexual harrison enter the bar. He is civil to harrison. He sees harrison blow his head off.
Leon's slightly pissed off carcass sits up slowly, growling "Mrhhur Far gar," and turns his aching neck, whiplashed from the left jab of a three fifty-seven caliber lead fist, looking at Lachryma. "Mrh?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 8, 2007 20:12:25 GMT -5
"Well well, look whose up!" Tovarisch said, flicking the needle of his Revivification syringe. "Lachryma, I hope you won't mind if I do the honors...again."
Tovarisch jabbed the syringe into Leon's neck, and his corpse slumped to the floor.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 8, 2007 20:15:43 GMT -5
"When you is alive, you is happy to let me have this." Lachryma says as she takes Leon's rocket launcher from his corpse.
[EDIT: Whoops, Tova got him]
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 8, 2007 20:23:15 GMT -5
Murray just started to ignore the commotion around him. There's a strange art to building a good barricade. The most well-built and strongest ones actually have a certain aesthetic appeal. The hodgepodge of random items and boards wedged, nailed and duct taped together in a powerful structure able to keep out all but the most plentiful zombie assault.
Melody did good work, but it was... incomplete. She was trying to fill holes instead of creating a criss-cross of items that would add strength to the cades. The barricades needed a strong backbone, then items added to it. The big gun nut nearly knocked over 15 minutes of work as he struggled to throw the body of a PKer outside. Murray sighed as he nailed up a vertical board to place between yet another criss-cross.
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