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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 14, 2007 0:20:46 GMT -5
"Man, did that ever sound .. ominous. You tryin' to freak me out, DJ?"
Melody dumps the last of the daquiri mix into a tall glass, and adds another shot of rum just to be safe.
"What the hell ... how bad can it be, right? Lock and load ...we're goin' in!"
"Err ... I'll go second."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 15, 2007 7:59:57 GMT -5
"Eh...this case was a case I was saving in case some asshole destroy that generator I set up. Guess I'll go first then..."
The DJ proceeds slowly into the basement, turns on his flashlight, and looks around for a sewer entrance or something. He finds it and proceeds, just to find an undead crocodile who has been headshot a long time ago.
"Um...It looks clear in here," he yells into the bar.
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 16, 2007 16:30:30 GMT -5
Specialist picks up his pack and shotgun and descends into the basement. "Ah heck, don't leave me behind!" he says with an affected accent of false irritation.
He takes a few steps over to Spinbad's location. Seeing the croc, he can't help but make a wisecrack: "Hey Melody, looks like we found a pair of alligator boots for ya!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 16, 2007 16:58:52 GMT -5
"Ain't it illegal to have clothes made of animal skin? Especially undead animal skin?"
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 16, 2007 17:14:46 GMT -5
"Well, considering we're all technically guilty of countless infractions involving theft and that the local law enforcement is a bit more concerned about keeping a lid on zombies and PKers and keeping everyone else alive at the moment, I don't think we have anything to worry about..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 16, 2007 17:55:00 GMT -5
The DJ looks at the croc once more....
...but the croc isn't there.
"Hey? Where'd that dead croc go? I coulda sworn it was right there!"
Spinbad turns around...
...just in time to see the croc going up the stairs. He pulls out his pistol, but the croc is already in the bar.
"Undead croc incoming!!! Keep it away from my equipment! I don't want my CDs to be scratched!"
The DJ chases after the croc...
...but he doesn't see another group of undead crocs charging towards the bar from the tunnel.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 17, 2007 0:37:15 GMT -5
"Ah, geez, I knew this was a bad idea ..." Melody displays an astonishing amount of agility as she scrambles atop the bar.
"Guys? Where the hell do you headshoot this thing? Where's the head?! Oh, that's it, the end with the teeth!" She aims her handgun, scowling, and pulls it back up.
"If I miss it'll go through the floor ... tell me you're not under there..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 17, 2007 7:23:51 GMT -5
Spinbad charges through the trap door, pistols out, but some pretty loud snapping comes from the basement. He turns around, and sees another group of undead crocs coming in from the sewer.
"Oh shit...looks like the crocs gotten loose from the zoo again..."
He quickly closes the trapdoor and locks it...
...but then a thought hit him. He forgotten Specialist is still in the basement.
"Oh shit....Specialist is still down there...should we open the trapdoor to let him through, but also let that big group of undead crocs in, or leave it close and handle this croc while Specialist handles the rest down there?"
He takes aim and fires a few shots at the croc in the room...
...but it has a hard head and the bullets does no damage. Spinbad looks at where he shot the croc.
"Damn! I didn't even make a scratch!"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 17, 2007 9:50:44 GMT -5
"Crocodiiiiiile miiiiiiiiiile!" Leon screams as he Superman's through the air, flying over the bar and landing with a hard thump on the reptile, then bouncing off and hitting the wall with his back and shoulder at an angle. "Owwwwww FUCK! Someone forgot to hose it down first!" He enunciates the last part as he rolls his eyes and follows with a sarcasm that seems like it should have comedic sound effects: "Thanks guys!"
Through it's grey-green armor-hide, the sleepy, milky-eyed distant cousin of the once proud and mighty 'saurs is obviously a little dazed, a lot confused, but otherwise completely unharmed. Leon, on the other hand, is soused well and good, but favors the shoulder he impacted the bar wall with. He adopts a John Wayne accent momentarily, remembering the classic body language as well, and he says to the crocodile, "Well, that's okay, pilgrim." then suddenly lapses into the screeching hillbilly drawl that brings to mind an image of four skinny, inbred, yipping, yapping, jumpin', hollerin', whooopin', squirrel-huntin', possum eatin', gator wraslin' hog-wallerin' redneck boys with rifles running and jumping into a beat up white Ford pickup. "I gots ya wata! Raaaaaaht Tcheea!"
Leon pisses on the crocodile. Leon pisses off the crocodile. Leon turns and runs, trying not to trip over anything as he leads the alligator out from behind the bar and then up the stairs, swiping a bottle of cheap rum, a cigarette, the cable earlier used to haul up The Turk, a paring knife and an enormous cleaver. The undead croc gives chase as Leon cackles and continues talking to it in "Heeere, gater gater gater!!" redneck-speak.
Fortunately, Leon's fine furless friend can't make a feeding groan, and the ruckus heard from above is over in a brief minute or two. Leon returns from the rooftop with a full crocodile hide and says "He's hanging from the side of the roof by his teeth. Strong cable." Seeming a little winded Leon takes another drink from the bottle and a deep draw of a Marlboro so old it's probably got undead worms burning up in it at this very moment. He holds up the blades in a prepository gesture and says "Boil? Or go all out and sterilize by fire?" as he passes into the kitchen and cleanses the skin that used to belong to his new best friend.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 18, 2007 6:38:29 GMT -5
"Is it just me...or is he just crazy?"
The trapdoor is still locked, and Specialist is still down there with the bigger group of undead crocs, all forgotten after Leon's crazy stunt, that is...until it hits Spinbad. He unlocks the trapdoor for Specialist to get out, but instead of Specialist coming out, 2 crocs come out.
"Fuck...I knew that was a bad idea!"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 18, 2007 7:43:17 GMT -5
"Certifiable, there's no doubt about it ... crazy as a shithouse rat, in other words. How many of these damned things are there, anyway?"
From her perch on the bar, Melody pulls her feet out of snapping range and waits for one of the monsters to open its mouth before firing. "Aim for the soft bits, man. Is Spec still down there? I dunno if you ever come back from being eaten ... "
The image of trying to revive a steaming pile of gator poo being distasteful, she leans far out over the bar, trying to peer down the trapdoor. "Spec! You down there?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 18, 2007 8:24:17 GMT -5
A croc proceeds towards the DJ's equipment. Snapping it's teeth, it breaks the chain securing the equipment, then with it's big month, it tosses the equipments at the barricades.
"Fuck! That's the 2nd one this year!"
Another croc comes in from the trapdoor.
"Where the hell is Vito? I heard undead crocs are very tender to fire..."
Spinbad grabs a grenade from one of his cases, pulls the ring, and throws it inside a croc's month. The croc explodes, crocodile gunk flying all over the room. Everyone in the room gets splashed with it.
"Ugh...gross...someone remind me to never do that again..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 18, 2007 19:46:56 GMT -5
Vito Bursts from the trap door firing his gun widely. "If you're going to ask about my misadventure in the malton's zoo, dont." He slowly walks to the bar and uncorks a bottle of vodka with his teeth, and chugs it. " Fuck it, I was in there stuck in the undead ape cage for 2 days. That was hell."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 19, 2007 6:35:33 GMT -5
"Misadventure? Malton Zoo? Next thing I know, you're gonna tell us you accidentally released those undead crocs..."
Another croc comes up the trap door, but Spinbad was too quick for it. The DJ gave it a nice hard kick, knocking it back down the trap door. Then he quickly locks it. He looks around the room. Yet again...
"Damn it...Spec is still down there, isn't he?"
Spinbad takes another look at the trap door.
"...Should we open it and let Spec and those crocs up? Or just leave it close and let Spec find another way in?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 19, 2007 8:47:53 GMT -5
"Good to see you still breathing, Vito. Don't suppose you picked up any fresh meat at the zoo? I hear tell zebra tastes just like ground beef if you marinate it..."
Taking a rag from the bar, she wipes off bits of reptile meat and gives DJ a look. "I don't know why I bother to keep it clean in here. And Spec didn't answer, I don't think that's a good sign, do you? If he's still alive, he's gone out the trapdoor, I'm sure. I'll go make sure the ladders are put out, it's hard to tell what the hell Leon did while he was up there..."
Hopping off the bar, she trots up the stairs, careful to avoid the deadfall hole. "Yell down and tell him just in case, will ya?"
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