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Post by Vito The Don on May 23, 2007 20:37:17 GMT -5
Vito catches Priz's glimpse of him and fires up the Cold War paranoia device. Pointing the business end at the offending patron he shouts over the radiated din. "You giving me shady looks pretty boy?" He turns the lazer at the nearest wall and hits types in the firing code.
Some still say that to this day, the laser could be seen from space. It burned through 8 straight suburbs and took a big chunk out of the quarentine wall.
"Holy shit. I didn't know this thing was that powerfull." He reaches into his pocket and walks over to the counter. Pulling out a large diamond, he throws it to melody. "I hope this thing covers the repairs."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 23, 2007 22:49:09 GMT -5
Priz sighs unhappily and shakes his head.
Looking at Vito, he says scornfully "You fuck with common sense and some semblance of reality, Priz fucks with you."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 24, 2007 6:48:21 GMT -5
Looking at the big, bad, soviet laser system Vito dug up, Spinbad heads outside with a shovel. In an hour, he comes back with a few more cases.
"Don't even ask how many cases I have buried all over the city..."
He opens one of the case, taking out yet another laser system.
"Say hello to the Proton Cannon Laser System XP Beta version. Not as compact as the last, but all in all, bad ass. It's able to take out targets both close range, and far range. When I say far range, I mean this thing can hit China. And that's no joke. Now, for a demonstration..."
The DJ inputs coordinates and a few passwords. On a big screen, the DJ's target can be seen via satellite. The DJ presses the red button. The laser fires. In a few seconds, the target is in a blinding white light. After the light fades, the DJ hits the zoom button to zoom in on the target. There are a bunch of dead bodies in the area. Among the dead is Osama bin Laden. The door of the bar, however, has been blasted into oblivion.
"Look at that. I took out an Al Qiada base...killing Osama as well. The United States should award me a medal...And Mel...about the door...I can pay for that..."
The DJ opens a case marked in bold letters, RARE. Inside are a bunch of pearls, diamonds, gems, and gold beyond your wildest imagination.
The DJ takes out 15 pearls, 5 diamonds, 10 gems, and 100 gold coins and gives them to Mel.
"I believe this is more then enough for the door..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on May 24, 2007 7:28:56 GMT -5
Melody sips her drink, calmly nodding and smiling, and speaks quietly out of the corner of her mouth to Priz. "Just smile and nod, smile and nod. It's the safest thing to do. Who knows how long they've been off their medication, right?"
Using a foot, she swings the kitchen door open a crack, peering into the gloom beyond. "ValJon! Order up! Where's my burgers, man?" Soft scraping noises come from the vicinity of the grill, and a few moments later a plate is deposited on the warming sill. Melody takes it gingerly, and slides it across the bar to Priz.
The bun is toasty, the lettuce crisp ... all in all it looks remakably like a cheeseburger one might find at some upscale fast food franchise where the waiters have those annoying suspenders covered by funny "flare" ...
She sighs and rolls the baubles around on the bar, shaking her head. "Guys, the jewels are cool an' all , but I don't think the boyfriend would like it much if I took jewelry from other guys, you dig? It'd be much more helpful if you'd just ... fix what you break, you know?" She gives them both a dimpled smile. "There's construction stuff all over, and Vito, if you could make us another decent bridge to the next building over, that'd really be great..."
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Post by Vito The Don on May 24, 2007 16:17:27 GMT -5
"Let me do one thing first." Vito pulls out his new shiney BEHEAMOTH and cocks it. Aiming at the ground he quickly empites his clip on both of the laser systems. "As for practical use, I prefer my gun." He then sauters off with the building supplies to go bulid a bridge. "I think I'll make this one fortified and wide enough for moter cycle traffic."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 25, 2007 7:13:10 GMT -5
There goes the best protection for this bar possible..., the DJ thinks to himself.
He pulls out another Proton Cannon Laser System XP, but it's not the Beta version this time. It says BULLETPROOF on it. The DJ hauls it outside, and seeing that only the front door would be attacked, he sets up the laser system around the door. He then puts a sign that says Use the Rope Ladder to Enter. He goes back inside, up the stairs, and out to the roof, and lowers the rope ladder. He heads back downstairs, and turns the laser system on. A bunch of red lasers surround the entrance to the bar.
"So...place your bets now. Who wants to bet the zeds can't get inside and stuff?"
He then notices something missing. The case marked RARE is missing.
"Alright. Who took my shiny treasures?"
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Post by Vito The Don on May 25, 2007 15:54:26 GMT -5
Vito sees the new defense system, and pulls out his laptop. Typing in codes onto his hacked wifi, he hands the laptop to DJ. "I've hacked india's missle defense system. How about a preemptive strike on Pakistan?"
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 25, 2007 16:00:14 GMT -5
Suddenly, a shot rings out, and Vito's laptop explodes into a few smoldering pieces of plastic.
Holstering his gun, Priz says coldly "Maybe we should focus a little more on the situation at hand. Namely the zombie apocolypse."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on May 28, 2007 10:18:16 GMT -5
Magatsu crawls out from under a tabel, stands up and brushes the dust of his janitor-ish clothes, and starts making his way to the bathroom by jumping over tables and people alike. He crashes through the doors and is out of sight.
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Post by Vito The Don on May 29, 2007 14:23:43 GMT -5
"YOU IDIOT!!!!!" Vito screems in his rage. "I HAD AN UPLINK TO ALL OF THE MALL DEFENSES IN THE CITY ON THAT COMPUTER." He looks at the shatterd laptop in his hand. "Now we'll have to guess about when the next horde is comming." Vito hefts his gun. "I'm off to the tech store, because SOMEBODY had to get cranky." He looks at Melody. "Need any grocceries for the bar?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 31, 2007 7:13:43 GMT -5
The DJ heads to the roof. Using his binoculars, he spies the mall being attacked by a small horde of zeds.
"Heh. Time to see how this offensive/defensive system does..."
The DJ runs back downstairs, heads to the laser targeting screen, and takes fire at the center of the horde. He lowers the power level a little so he doesn't take out the mall. He presses the red button. In a split second, the area goes white for a second. After that second, zombie parts are scattered all over the area. A cheer comes from a few blocks north, exactly where the mall is.
"Look at that...I stopped a zombie siege at the nearest mall..."
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Post by Syd 3.0 on May 31, 2007 10:35:36 GMT -5
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Post by Melody Arachne on May 31, 2007 12:58:28 GMT -5
Melody shakes her head, moving behind the bar and finding a rag to start wiping down the still-splattered counter.
"Hmm ... maybe that explains the staggering quiet of late. Did you fellas notice? A heck of a lot of the deaders are missing. You don't suppose they found a way out ...?"
Soapy water splashes down the bar, washing away the dried blood and other less savory substances. "Wouldn't that be a gas? Here we are penned up, and if they get out we might end up being safer in here. Any of you goobers hear anything from outside?" Ashtrays are dumped, cleaned, set back out. Bowls are filled from a can of peanuts behind the bar.
"We're gonna need fuel for the genny pretty soon ..." She glances towards the kitchen's swinging door, odd flickers of light barely illuminating the gloom within. "And some flares, for that priest's fourth of july thing. You guys gonna be here for it? I figure we'll haul an old grill up on the roof, make it a party."
She opens the locked metal grill behind the bar and slides it open, exposing row upon row of bottles still miraculously unbroken. "Gotta get the ice machine working again, too. And I'm pretty sure the cooler took a stray bullet when the crocs broke in." Dust is swiped from the array of bottles, a few are pulled out to go beneath the bar, the protective grill is locked once again.
"SO. You boys have any idea how to fix anything practical, that doesn't have a motherboard or flashy laser lights? Anyone?"
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Post by Vito The Don on May 31, 2007 13:52:04 GMT -5
Vito comes back from another one of his midaventures. "Well I must say, I acidently shot down one of those crate baring helio's. I picked up what I thought to be an heat seeking anti aricraft launcher. It was." He walks over to the table and throws a bunch of boxes down. "I got us more booze, a new computer for me, various armanets, and my favoite." He holds up a pair of what look to be car keys. "An M1 Abrham tank."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on May 31, 2007 21:41:19 GMT -5
"Fuel cans? I got 'em. Just go through my case marked 'SUPPLIES'. It's at the bottom of the stack and the first case I bought in here..."
The DJ looks over at Vito.
"Keys to an Abrams tank, eh? I can top that."
He goes over to the radio and mutters something. 10 minutes later, a loud thump is heard on the roof. Some nearby loudspeaker says, "DJ Spinbad. Your AH-64 Apache Helicopter has arrived. Do not pilot it over the quarantine walls or it will be shot down. Thank you and have a nice day."
"Nice day, eh? It's never a nice day here...Anyways...Let's see what my new baby has..."
The DJ heads up to the roof. He runs back down.
"Heh. Lovely. Just enough fire power to make a crater in the center of Malton."
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