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Post by Vito The Don on Aug 3, 2007 18:45:03 GMT -5
Vito returns from his antics at the cinema and shoves a chainsaw down the zeds throat. Feeling refreshed, he pops some popcorn and starts Army of Darkness.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 3, 2007 21:55:02 GMT -5
The DJ sticks a regular revive syringe in Sarpek.
"If you're wondering why I didn't stick that green antivirus in you, that would be because it has no use if you're dead."
The DJ glances over at the Resident Evil 3 film crew. The casting director has already set up a table with a sign that says, "Sign up here to be an extra in the upcoming Resident Evil movie. You will be paid with supplies or money by the hour, your choice. If you're dead, you'll be paid with fresh pig brains." The camera crew has set up the lights and the DJ sees the star of the film, Milla Jovovich, smoking a cigarette in the corner.
"Well...I can't miss my chance to be in a movie..."
And he walks over to the table and signs his name.
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 4, 2007 15:14:21 GMT -5
Sarpek grins stupidly, and throws the syringe, which seems to have had no effect, away. He shambles over to the table, and scrawls something illegible. He suddenly stiffens, staring at the wall and ignoring all else.
(I'm off to camp for a week, see you guys later)
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 5, 2007 8:26:54 GMT -5
The DJ takes a look at the syringe he used on Sarpek. A quick examination of it shows that the syringe was actually a green syringe, designed to look like a regular syringe.
"Damn. Looks like I'll need to search the NecroTech for regular syringes...and I don't have time to bother with that now..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Aug 5, 2007 18:29:10 GMT -5
Vito finished with his movie, walks over to the film set. Several explosive minuits later, he strides out with a smile on his face, and an army of skeletons at his back. "I knew that book I found in the musem looked familiar." He says to noone in particular.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 5, 2007 18:31:03 GMT -5
A head flies out and lands in front of the DJ. The head belongs to Milla Jovovich.
"Nice going Vito. You blew up the cast and crew of Resident Evil 3. Now that movie is never gonna be finished filming."
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 12, 2007 18:57:20 GMT -5
Sarpek perks up at this news, and stops staring. "Mavah Szap?" Glaring, he ransacks Vito's gun storage.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Aug 19, 2007 8:27:21 GMT -5
"Man, you guys are in *so* much trouble..."
Mel's booted feet hit every other step of the repaired staircase, as she takes in the chaos below.
"What the hell ... I want these camera guys outta here, pronto. I bet they didn't even pay for the crap they wolfed down. And who gave 'em permission to shoot film in here anyway? I know damn sure ValJon didn't sign anything, now did he?"
She scowls at the empty side of the bar. "And whoever ruined that cage owes me bigtime, let me just tell you..."
She puts her hands on her hips, scowling with ferocity at the crowd of usual suspects. "A girl can't take an hour to herself, and you're ...okay more like a day, but that's beside the point, innit?"
She gestures to one of the clean-up crew, who approaches nervously. "And why aren't you bozos done yet, hmm? No, no, I don't want to hear any excuses. Just Get. It. Done."
She ducks behind the bar, twirling the dial to the small combination lock that rests just below the beat-up register. Swinging the door open, she pulls out a small leather wallet and tucks it into her back pocket, then closes the safe once more.
"You guys get yourselves cleaned up, and stop messin' crap up, you hear? I'm never gonna get this place refurbished if you keep bringing chaos, panic, and disorder in here, am I? Don't you want chairs, at least? Bar stools? To live past tomorrow? All these things can be yours ..."
She looks with interest at the DJ's booth. "Maybe we should put in a bigger cage, or even one on each side of the booth. We could have Friday Night Zombie Fights. Too messy? Hmm..."
"Behave, now, and let the clean-up crew do its job, you bozos. If you can go a whole day without destroying the inside of the bar, I'll get you all something nice, d'you hear?"
She blows a kiss to the fellows in the bar as she makes her way to the kitchen door, and peers cautiously into the gloom.
"I'm makin' a run for the Mall. I'll be back soon ... if I make it through the kitchen. ValJon?! What the hell happened to your hair?..."
Her voice trails off as she steps into the perpetual darkness of the back rooms.
(Gonna revamp the beginning setting post soon, look for it soon!!))
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Aug 19, 2007 12:35:32 GMT -5
The DJ returns once more. He sees Tova in the cage without any arms or legs. "Uh...since Tova took in all 6 blue syringes, I believe some side effects would include extra arms and legs growing out and a very long tongue will appear also." And with that, Tova grows a dozen new arms and legs. His tongue is now 10 times the size of a dog's tongue. OOC: Oh you're a bastard...and here I was wanting to make a branch off story about super zombies at a mall... IC: Ivan brushes his way past camera crew and cleaning staff as he makes his way in to the bar. His eyes dart back and forth, searching for his once again missing brother? "Did Tovarisch come back here looking for a drink again? I swear, I let him leave the hospital for ten minutes and he travels ten miles for a drink. Fastest sprinter I've seen..." |
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Post by Vito The Don on Aug 19, 2007 17:13:21 GMT -5
Vito sits on a throne made of the dried bones of his enemies. An army of skeletons at his back, and his mafia standing guard. "I've not seen Tovarsch in many a day, for my army has feasted on the local zombie horde. Which I still find odd, since they have no stomachs." He slowly dismounts his throne and walks to his hordes Leutenant. After some talking in hushed tones, the skeleton officer turns to the army. " Arm up gents, TONIGHT WE DINE IN CAIGER" The mass of undead strom out of the bar shouting battle cries. "Damned things were getting on my nerves, as far as Zed fight Nights go, we'll need more vodka. Alot more vodka." Walking over to his duffle bags, he pulls out a large metal box. On the front is pefferated glass with a lable that shouts "IN CASE OF EMERGACNY BREAK GLASS". He breaks the glass and pulls out 2 bottles of Russia's finest. "This is all I got, and its for me and the crew." He looks at the ransacked bar. "My Army got a little carried away."
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 22, 2007 19:37:13 GMT -5
Sarpek grins sheepishly, and pulls out a welding torch. About an hour later, with several major burns, the cage is moderatley fixed. After chasing all the camera people out, he turns on the reality generator.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 24, 2007 7:47:48 GMT -5
The DJ leaves...
...and returns an hour later. In his arms is another NecroTech case.
"Um...yea...don't touch this...it's those syringes again...You have any idea how much the zombie virus could be worth on the black market? Oh yea...blue for the virus, green for the antivirus...or is it? Damn it, I don't remember...Hey! Anyone see that sheet that was included with the other case I bought in?"
The DJ moves to his cases, which by the looks of it, was sitting too close to Tova's cage.
"Well...there goes most of those supplies...Ivan...your brother is that dozen legged zombie in the cage."
And with that, the DJ begins moving what's left of his supplies away from Tova.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Aug 27, 2007 23:38:29 GMT -5
Ivan stares, wide-eyed, at the abomination in the cage, its tongue licking intently at the crudely welded bars. Disgust came over him, then depression, then hatred for Vito.
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"You..." Ivan said, pulling the only gun he had from under his white lab coat. "I've been toiling away for five months, FIVE MONTHS, to bring my brother back to perfect health after that gunshot wound to the head he sustained the last time he was here with you..you vagrants! Now, I let him come visit his 'friends' in this run down bar and you let this happen!? Then, on top of it all, you sit there and lie to me when I ask where he is? Did you do this to him you mafioso son of a bitch!?"
Ivan waved the gun wildly as he spoke. "And you!" He shouted, turning the gun to face the DJ. "You're a medic, didn't you think to help him?! Didn't you even try!?"
Ivan moved the gun back and forth between Vito and the DJ, unsure who he should shoot first.
"I want some answers..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Aug 28, 2007 7:03:23 GMT -5
While Ivans ranting about his brother, Vito presses down a large red button on a concealed remote. Suddenly, the cries of a thousand dammed souls ring out, and the army returns. Vito stands at the head of an Army of Darkness. "I'd be alot nicer to the king of a thousand deadites if I were you." He says strolling over to Ivan. He looks Ivan square in the eye. Slowly he reves his chainsaw and cocks his shotgun. "Look at it this way, we can do this easlily with little or no blood, or my army can feast on your flesh. I don't care either way." He sublty motions to one of his guards, who quickly shoot the gun out of Ivan's hand. "And look now, an unarmed drunk against my army. I wonder who'll win?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 28, 2007 10:40:54 GMT -5
"Woah! Who the hell made me the medic all of a sudden? I'm a freakin' DJ! Get that in your head."
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