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Post by Sarpek on Sept 13, 2007 17:38:44 GMT -5
"Nah Bangbang?" Sarpek looks back at the DJ, and runs into a wall.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 13, 2007 18:02:34 GMT -5
The DJ catches up and pulls Sarpek to his feet.
"No. No gunfire. I'm outta ammo anyway. And the fire axes..."
The DJ puts away his fire axes.
"Alright...I won't drag you off to a NecroTech to revive you, if you don't bite me and also scare away that construction crew. When I checked, they had enough ammo to blow a hole on the walls bordering Malton. Do we have an accord? By the way...don't damage their weapons...I really want to take it from them..."
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 13, 2007 18:04:31 GMT -5
Sarpek charges toward the crew, ignoring pistolfire entering his chest. Biting each of the on the neck with quick precision, he stands up as the last of the crew slumps to the ground. "Ah baht tham." With those words, he collapses to the ground, in a stupor.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 13, 2007 18:10:04 GMT -5
The DJ runs right up to the scene and begins taking every weapon the construction crew has. The DJ then takes out a liquor bottle.
"This outta pick you up..."
The DJ pours the liquor down Sarpek's open mouth. He then notice Tova has been watching.
"Hey Tova...get this construction crew somewhere far far away and I'll give you all the booze you want. In fact, I'll tell you where I buried my secret stash of booze."
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 13, 2007 18:43:08 GMT -5
Sarpek's eyes fly open, and he almost flies to his feet. Rocketing up the ladder and into the bar, he begins doing the chicken dance after putting it on the DJ's player.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 13, 2007 19:05:35 GMT -5
"Hey!"
The DJ runs up the ladder.
"Oi! No touching my table! Don't make me break our deal...if I remember correctly, we didn't shake on it..."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Sept 14, 2007 10:07:56 GMT -5
Magatsu starts breakdancing on a table, his legs fly through the air like a windmill on speed, hitting bottles, chairs, and everything else that happens to be in the way of his fast feet... At least until of the legs of the table breaks, and he is suddenly skidding across the floor on his head, spining wildly out of controle! He starts shouting angrily in Japanese, while his legs a chair with such force that it flies trough the air, in the general direction towards the bar.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 14, 2007 12:46:53 GMT -5
"Meh" Tovarisch says, stumbling toward the construction crew. "Did I ever tell you the story about me being a super zombie?"
The eyes of the construction crew grow wide with a mix of excitement and fear.
"My brother, Ivan, says there might still be some side effects. The occasional aching limb, or the hunger for human flesh."
Tovarisch grinned, grabbing the arm of the nearest construction member firmly.
"Brother says he might not be able to cure it..."
The crewman yanks his arm away, and he and his comrades flee from the bar.
"DJ!" Tovarisch shouted. "I not hungry for flesh, I hungry for hot po-err vodka!"
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 14, 2007 20:31:46 GMT -5
Sarpek runs out into the streets, and begins a rendition of 'Jailhouse Rock'
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 15, 2007 21:19:16 GMT -5
"Tova! You cleared up that construction crew down there already? That was fast. Alright...I'll tell you where I buried my secret stash of booze. I buried it outside the RAF's field HQ, the Wadham Library, up in...duh. Roftwood. Hopefully it'll still be there. If not, Canuhearmenow probably found it...If that's the case, I have another stash buried outside the Blackmore building. Oddly enough, the RAF has been there last year. So there's another high chance that Canuhearmenow found that also...If that's still the case, I have one buried in Caiger, somewhere where the RAF has not gone. If you can't seem to understand me, then shall I draw you a map?"
The DJ sees Ivan sneak up behind him, as if pissed that the DJ is sending Tova out on a wild scavenger hunt.
"Um...Ivan...maybe you wouldn't be so pissed if you had some booze every once in a while..."
The DJ holds up a bottle of rum.
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 16, 2007 10:39:17 GMT -5
Sarpek dives through the door, grabbing the rum as he flies through the bar.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 19, 2007 18:56:09 GMT -5
"Hey! That was for Ivan!!!"
The DJ reloads all his guns and grabs some spare ammo. He then runs out after Sarpek.
"Come back here with my last bottle of rum!!! It's not my fault Axe Hack shot all the bottle of booze in that bar!"
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Sept 20, 2007 7:07:59 GMT -5
Magatsu stops abrubtly, which doesn't seem to work too well in the midst of a head spin. He crashes to the floor, head first. Stumbles on his feet, and runs after Sarpek and the bottle of rum he has clutched in his zombie fingers.
"OW, HELL TO YOU FLOOR! GIMME RUM HEY!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 20, 2007 15:11:11 GMT -5
The DJ looks behind him and sees Magatsu speeds past him at high speed, covering the DJ is dust.
"Woah...never seen anyone run that fast...and after Sarpek, too? Oh...I'm not letting Magatsu beat me to Sarpek. That bottle of rum is mine."
The DJ takes out some fuel cans and fills up the nearest unwrecked vehicle. This vehicle happens to be a yellow Lamborghini Murcielago, with a top speed of 205 mph. The DJ revs up the engine, and speeds down an alleyway as a shortcut to Sarpek. The Lamborghini reaches its top speed, almost twice as fast as Magatsu is running. The DJ spots Sarpek in his sight, but somehow, Sarpek seems to be running at 206 mph.
"Damn it...I shoulda filled up a McLauren F1...with a top speed of 250..."
Just as he says that, Magatsu speeds past him in a McLauren F1.
"DAMN IT!"
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Post by Vito The Don on Sept 23, 2007 17:25:14 GMT -5
The sound of a chopper roars over head. Standing at the opening of the cargo window is none other than Vito himself. He pulls a flare sized device out of his pocket, and shoots it toward Sarpek. A large gappeling hooks enters the zombies cheast and pulls taunt. With a flick of a button the grappeling hook starts to retract and pulls Sarpek into the air. As the zombie comes within his grasp, Vito grabs the rum bottle with one hand, and severs the line with his other. He rips of a peice of his shirt and stuffs it in the top of the rum. "Never Was A Rum Man." He shouts to the competitors. He lights the Moltov and throws it at the McLauren. Motioning to his pilot, he shuts the door. The Chopper wings off towards the bar, and the chuckle of a mobster is barely heard above the blades noise.
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