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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 20, 2007 5:13:40 GMT -5
"Acutally I meant to relase the crocs, to get rid of the apes. Then they got away, sorry."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 20, 2007 6:23:19 GMT -5
Spinbad proceeds to the trap door, but without unlocking it, hoping Spec can still hear, he shouts down, "Hey Spec! Head outside and climb the ladder Mel's gonna put out to get to the roof!"
Spinbad turns to Vito.
"Well...the trap door entrance is now out of commission due to those crocs...and I have the Malton Zookeepers on speed dial on my phone...but...since you released the crocs, you call them."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 22, 2007 11:44:41 GMT -5
Leon emerges from the kitchen wiping his hands off with what might have been a towel once upon a time. "Vito! Where ya been, Guns?" He looks around and asks "Where's Mel?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 22, 2007 12:33:58 GMT -5
"Out on the roof dropping a rope ladder for Spec to get in...that is if he's still alive..."
The DJ opens a case and begins setting up another set of DJing equipment. The case itself says "PLAN C EQUIPMENT. The DJ also takes out a powered screwdriver and some screws.
Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
After a few minutes, the equipment is set up.
"Lets see someone move my equipment to the cades this time..."
Plan C is, apparently, nail the equipment in place.
The DJ takes out a CD and pops it on the stand. He hits the forward button to get to a specific song.
"How bout we listen to Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's new one, I Tried ft. Akon?"
The song begins, but there's one part that really threw everyone off...
"...I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from misery,
Man I tried so hard, but always be a victim of these streets,
It ain't my fault cause I, try to get away but trouble follows me,
And still I try so hard, hopin' one day they'll come and rescue me,
But until then, I'll be posted up right here rain, sleet, hail, snow (hail snow)
But until then, I'll be posted up right here with my heat gettin' dough (gettin' dough)..."
Spinbad faces everyone in the room.
"That's the only reason I played it...cause that part relates a little to us..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 22, 2007 12:35:56 GMT -5
Leon talks to himself under his breath:
Bone bone bone bone....bone bone....I'll meet you at the crossroads..so you won't be lonely
"Someone needs to come with me to find Spec. If he's unconscious we should bring him up before something bad happens to him"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 22, 2007 12:37:08 GMT -5
"Well...he might be a pile of gator dung down there by now..."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Apr 22, 2007 16:32:20 GMT -5
Tovarisch stumbled down the half demolished stairs and over to the bar, where he found a half empty bottle of vodka and his missing pack of pack of syringes. Then, as he put the bottle to his lips, he froze at the sight of movement in the formerly vacant bar. Eyes watched him curiously as he stumbled for his things...
"Oh...heh, I forgot some stuff..." Tovarisch said, taking a few steps back to the stairs.
Tovarisch stiffened up as his brothers voice rolled through the windows. "Damnit Tovarisch! You're not drinking in there are you? You're still in remission!"
With that, Tovrisch dashed back up the stairs, jumped the gap, and sprinted down the streets toward the Necrotech facility, vodka in hand.
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Post by The Zombie Mistress on Apr 22, 2007 16:35:13 GMT -5
A slivers of sunlight broke suddenly into the room. Accompanying it were the sounds of splintering wood and feeding groans. Everyone in the room could hear claws that seemed to slowly gouge large chunks from the wood like nails eviscerating a chalkboard. From a single speck in the barricades grew an everwidening hole. It was the size of a dime. The size of a silver dollar. Newly now it was a blinding circle of daylight large as a hubcap. Outside everything was quiet. Not a creature stirred. Indoors, it was the same as every eye was riveted to the new and different event. A pale face appeared but it wasnt as pallid as zombie features. It was smooth fresh and vital. The face scowled into the room looking directly at don vito. "Abandon your technology, immortality can only come from magic."
She licked her lips while she surveyed the room and noticed the humans were very overdressed. She smirked. The subservient would know their place. They would come naked and clean to her. The picturesque portrait vanished from the portal of pallidity and the suns glow warmed the tavern floor once more. The portal of her pallidity was filled now with grey hands raw from festered infection. The nails were missing on some of them. Flesh fell in bitesize morselfs to the tavern floor. Pieces of the door and barricades came away quickly with the strength of undead fingers. The Zombie Mistress waited.
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 23, 2007 5:25:59 GMT -5
Vito turns to this 'Zombie', and looks at her. "Lets play a game I like to call 'Count the shells'" A torrent of shotgun rounds smash into the zed, completly removing the head and limbs. "Now that wasent so hard." For good measure, he put a circle of claymores and strapped C4 to its cheast. "Since when can zeds talk?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Apr 23, 2007 7:01:20 GMT -5
Melody clumps down the stairs, scowling. "What the hell is going on in this town? The undead animals I can take, okay, and the deaders moaning and groaning. They start talkin', I am so outta here..."
She picks her way through the bits of gator, pauses and leans down to gingerly pick up a chunk. "Hey, people eat gator, don't they? Like, swamp hillbillies and stuff?"
"Anything moving downstairs, DJ? And Vito, I dunno if that's gonna help or not, she seems to *like* headshots. Heh. Maybe she was a hooker."
She slips into the kitchen, ridding herself of the chunk of gator meat. "So what the hell were you doing at the zoo, Vito? Does the Mafia have field trips?" Chuckling at her own humor, she hops up onto the bar, leaning down to scrounge beneath it for her smokes.
"I'll fix those 'cades inna minute. Man, we never did get very far into the basement either." She waves a smoking ciggy towards Leon. "You should have to fix the 'cades. She's *your* pet."
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 23, 2007 14:54:48 GMT -5
"I was chased by a bunch of Pkers with a price on my head. I hear the price is up to 200 shotgun shells, 5 radios and 65 syringes." He looks at Melody. "I kinda slaughterd their leaders, its a long story."
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Post by Specialist290 on Apr 23, 2007 16:44:10 GMT -5
(Whoa, almost forgot about this!)
There is the sound of movement in the basement, followed by a distinct shotgun blast. A minute or so later, the trapdoor slowly opens, and a very badly mauled Specialist, obviously in some serious pain. His backpack is nearly empty, and he is missing his Fire Axe.
"Anyone got... a FAK... or something?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
Suddenly another croc comes up out of the trapdoor, grabs Specialist's leg, and starts dragging him back down again.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 23, 2007 21:17:42 GMT -5
"Nice job, Vito, but I don't think all twenty of the hands prying the door apart belonged to the Mistress. Pretty sure that mob out there is gonna try to finish what she started though."
More hands are tearing pieces of the cades away before their eyes, and Leon starts to wonder if the tavern is in deep shit...again.
"I really hope she's not the type to bear a grudge. On the other hand, "It was good for me! Was it good for you??" he shouts out at her while planting a table top across the hole. Some hands are caught under it and nailed in place as he works, but does Leon care? Neh eh.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 24, 2007 8:06:47 GMT -5
Seeing Spec get dragged back into the basement by a croc, Spinbad takes out his phone.
"Aw screw it...If you won't call the zookeepers, I will..."
Spinbad dials a number, but no one picks up, so he leaves a message. Then he grabs his fire ax, 2 pistols, a shotgun, ammo, his IPod, and some grenades and runs into the basement.
"Hold on Spec! The music calvary is comin'!"
Spinbad finds a large group of crocs chasing a badly mauled Specialist in the corner.
"Oh boy...I could use some backup..."
The DJ takes his phone out again and texts Mel, since yelling would only attract the crocs to him. The text reads, "A little help in the basement would be nice! About 20 crocs in here mauling Spec!"
Then one of the crocs turn around and notices the DJ. It begins to charge at him, along with about 5 other crocs. It opens it mouth...
...but Spinbad throws a grenade in it, causing it to explode.
"YEA! How you like 'em grenades now? Oh shit..."
The grenade and Spinbad yelling that last phrase has caused half of the bigger group of crocs to become attracted to him.
"All hell has just broken loose..."
He begins running like crazy.
"AHHHH! There's no way I'm gonna be gator poop today!"
He runs back upstairs, locks the trapdoor, but the crocs are now slamming into the door, in attempt to bring it down.
"Um....what to toss on this door....hm...ah...I know..."
Spinbad begins tossing anything, and everything, on top of the door. He even Spec's usual seat on it.
"I hope Spec doesn't mind..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 25, 2007 4:12:29 GMT -5
"Listen if your having so much trouble with them, let me deal with it." Vito reaches into a large military bag. "This is what I left to get." He plus out a Flame Thrower and straps it to his back. "Happy now Spinbad?"
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