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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 17, 2009 0:49:44 GMT -5
"Good distance," Leon notes, watching the Chrysler and lighting one of Noah's smokes. He tosses the Old Grody onto a couch and starts his stopwatch to see if it catches fire, but bets that not only does that particular brand taste as if it were fished out of a zeds ass, it probably doesn't even burn as well. He reads the reads the label on the pack Noah gave him. "NMC has it's own brand of cig, too, now? They're a regular Wal-mart, huh?"
Leon sits down and flips through the book. "According to this, our benevolent leaders have been sending AIDS victims in through the gates in hopes that either our more-or-less unkillable asses will yield a cure or it will BE a cure, eventually ending all the living so they can "sterilize" us with good ol' nuclear fire."
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Post by Noah on Apr 17, 2009 4:56:35 GMT -5
Noah can't resist the opening. Still laying on the seat, hat over his face, he yells over to Leon
"Well, you may have to worry about the undead but I think you'll never have problems with STDs."
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 17, 2009 18:08:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm still around. I did manage to blow myself into a slurry using a mini nuclear reactor, but Revive syringes cure anything." Sarpek takes a long pull from a bottle of rum. "Yep. Life sucks. Wonder if they collapsed the sewers..."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 17, 2009 19:05:17 GMT -5
"I thought you had some new scars, Sarpek. That's just gross, though. Did you get any superpowers from it?? And Noah, for the last time, I'm NOT sleeping with you no matter how many times you tell me you won't give me the clap!" Leon almost falls off of his barstool laughing at his own joke. Coming back to his feet slowly, he looked around, sober and somber. Taking a long drag off of the first decent smoke he's had in a year, Leon speaks, a rasp, a gravelly, sickening rasp picked up after too long in the streets. Too many months watching the quarantine guards in silence had almost taken his vocals. He hardly knew the language anymore, but he spoke still, with a voice that was accusing and disgusted, appealing and forlorn, old and alone as a 49er from the rush on Queen Califas' gold: "Hey. I know I've been gone a damned long time, and maybe nobody gives a damn about an old deserter like me, but I'm back now, y'hear? I got news yesterday that the library has fallen. You know what I'm talkin' about. The QSG. Now I don't know about you runts, but I can read, and I'd like to keep readin'. Jules Verne. Ray Bradbury. Oscar Wilde. Jack London. Robert Frost. The Marquis de Sade. These men gave me a place to hide when the zeds took my home and family. They're all the family I've got left now, and the Quartly Library is as much a home. So...I'm off to give what I've got left to give to make sure the worlds they gave me still have a home, and to make sure someone else can find them... I don't know what you boys have been doin', what rules stand and what ones don't, anymore, since that no-kill zone fell. I just know there oughta be a place where a man can have a little peace, even a zed can have a little peace there, and me and my shotgun are gonna go make sure that anyone who has a problem with that ideal is gonna have a taste of peace themselves." With a growl perforated by finality, Leon tosses aside the boards covering the old cellar and heads down, "66, 52". |
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 18, 2009 16:46:21 GMT -5
"The only thing Sarpek received from his mini nuclear blast was a belt of C4 from Axe Hack which went boom when I got both him and Noah to the nearest hospital..."
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 19, 2009 21:19:47 GMT -5
"For the record, it would have blown anyway." Sarpek glowers at Axe.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 20, 2009 14:32:18 GMT -5
Leon lurches through the doors of the bar, skin flaking from his face, chunks of caked blood falling from his tattered lab coat. He waves a zed's disembodied hand around angrily with jerking motions, then flops back into the barstool. He takes a deep breath, and then
"Mrh?"
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Post by Noah on Apr 20, 2009 14:59:25 GMT -5
Noah turns over on the seat of the booth.
"Shut the hell up! I'm trying to sleep over here."
Content, he falls back asleep.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 20, 2009 17:00:33 GMT -5
Axe Hack blasts his way into the Elbow Room.
"Surprise, surprise!"
The DJ looks up.
"Holy shit!"
The DJ holds a pistol to Axe's head.
"Get out. Now. This is a no PKer bar, whether you like it or not."
Axe just looks at the DJ.
"Oh, ladies! Why don't you come on in!"
Two female zombies, a blonde and a brunette it seems, shamble in the door topless.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 20, 2009 17:12:47 GMT -5
Leon raises one of his undead eyebrows and admires the one whose bosoms are both intact. "Barhah." He grins.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 20, 2009 17:22:04 GMT -5
The DJ glances at Leon's reaction.
"Oh god. I didn't think undead sex was possible."
As Leon proceeds towards the blonde female zombie, the DJ tosses a room key at Leon.
"Oh, get a room, will ya!"
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Post by Noah on Apr 20, 2009 18:39:54 GMT -5
Noah sits bolt upright. His shotgun was stashed right next to him. He sends two quick rounds into the brunette. The first round hits her in the chest, obliterating the left breast and knocking her back into the wall. Pumping the action he sends another round into her head, giving the wall a new coat of red paint.
Noah pumps the shotgun a second time and levels it at Axe's chest. Only five seconds have passed since the zombie gals had entered.
"No mercy this time."
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 21, 2009 13:32:21 GMT -5
There is an ominous crackling from Behind Axe, and Sarpek appears, holding a pair of sparking high voltage cables, their bare ends jumping sparks. Above, the Buick engine roars. "I didn't expect to see you here, but I bet you're a little "Shocked" to see me." He generates another shower of sparks, grinning evilly.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 21, 2009 15:01:54 GMT -5
Leon takes the key, the blonde, and a couple of barstools upstairs. Half an hour later he returns, a little bloodier, a lot happier, and missing some hair.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 21, 2009 18:27:28 GMT -5
Axe Hack lies motionless on the floor, with some skin peeling off his face. However, a closer look reviews that this "Axe Hack" is actually someone masquerading as the PKer. A radio in this imposter's pocket goes off.
"Heh. This is the real Axe Hack. I hope my impostor with the cheap mask and voice changing equipment didn't fool you too much. And you can tell that Leon guy over there to look out the window. There's plenty of topless females zombies bashing at your doors right now. Although I do suspect one of them is some fat guy with man boobs."
The DJ searches the fake, pulling out the guy's wallet. The guy's driver's license marks the fake as a John Doe. Inside is also a note that says, "Do as I say, and you'll see your kids again. -Axe Hack"
"Looks like we've been played..."
The DJ tosses the note to Noah.
"That bastard..."
A large horde seems to be banging on the door as of now. The DJ looks out the crack on the boarded-up windows.
"We better keep Leon away. God knows what he can do with one topless female zombies, let alone a few thousand of them..."
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