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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 21, 2009 18:55:42 GMT -5
Leon shambles over to a window and looks out through the 'cades, then chuckles to himself as he looks the zed-hoes over with an approving nod Zed-Leon thinks he likes this guy Axe's style. He lets out a pleased groan but just as the words "fat guy with man boobs" reach his ears, he spots the gross fella and the corners of his mouth turn down sharply. His head jerks back and a disgusted look crawls across his face. He throws both arms up, crossed in before him defensively. A new groan, halfway to a wretching sound, spills through his stiff grey lips and he turns away, tryin to shake it off.
He waves one arm in a broad, un-coordinated gesture that tries to shoo the image away and flip it off at the same time. The undead pervert stumbles drunkenly to the bar, grabs a bottle and downs a third. Whirling, he shouts "Aaaghs Hakk!! Graagh!!" and throws his bottle of NMC brand Vodka at the window. After a moment he settles, looks around, and shrugs.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 21, 2009 19:05:47 GMT -5
The DJ has an idea.
"Hey, Leon. I heard Axe Hack will let you fuck all the bitches you want if you manage to get rid of the fat dude, hunt down Axe, and kill them both."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 21, 2009 23:20:08 GMT -5
Leon perks up at the thought, but pauses, scratching his patchy scalp. A fingernail comes loose in the tousled hair and he flicks it away. Leon glances thoughtfully at the barricades, murmuring.
"Kill Aaghs. Kill fah mahn wih mah-buggies. Aaghs giiiiiiv bigh- bigh-...Aaghs gih Leon bighes?"
Something about that doesn't quite add up to Leon, but Leon can't add, and so he can't quite figure out what's wrong with the offer. With visions of mottled breasts dancing in his head, he stops eating his finger and does the zed-shuffle toward the barricaded doors. He grabs two shotguns as he heads that way, some lingering memory telling him they could come in handy. Unfortunately, he holds them both by the ends of their barrels.
Somewhere, god is giggling madly to himself as he plans the next few moments.
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 22, 2009 13:56:31 GMT -5
Meanwhile on the roof, Sarpek revs the Buick engine, winching a large Tesla coil across from his warehouse. Setting it up on the roof, he hooks up to a hydrant, and hoses the zeds until the entire area is soaked. He works a gearshift mounted near the engine, switching its feed back to the generator, which runs to the coil. He throws one end of a wire onto the wet ground outside, and glances up at the large electrode above, before taking cover and throwing a switch. With a hissing crackle, most of the zeds outside begin to twitch and smoke as their muscles spasm. Leon, however, is left unharmed due to his boots.
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Post by Noah on Apr 22, 2009 15:31:21 GMT -5
Noah tosses the note on the table, grabs a few boxes of shotgun shells and heads up to the roof. Sarpek's plan is working for once, even if he has no idea how a Buick got up on the roof. He manages to get a few headshots off at the incapacitated zeds before he hears a pop from behind him. A cloud of thick black smoke is drifting out from the grill and around the closed hood. The electrical current has stopped abruptly. With a few twitches, the zeds get back up, brains unaffected. Well, it was good while it lasted.
"Sarpek, screw your fancy ass contraptions and get on those 'cades, there are some battery operated power drills and screws in the pack I lugged from the mall. They should make barricading the doors easier."
Noah places the shells on the edge of the roof, kneels down and starts clearing zeds away from the door.
"I'll cover you, just get something over those doors! Oh, shit! Sorry about that Leon, I'm sure that foot'll heal okay."
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 22, 2009 17:04:22 GMT -5
Sarpek quickly dashes downstairs and re-barricades, taking the rest of the steel doors from the walk-in freezers in the kitchen, and quickly putting them up before welding them together. For good measure, he electrifies the doors with another generator, and returns to the roof, where he pokes the hissing engine. THere is a pop, and the coolant fill lid pops open, outgassing. He groans, and rushes back across the bridge network to an auto-parts store, and returns with more coolant for the engine. Revving it back up, he rides back across the cable car to his warehouse, where hisses and crackles can be heard.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 22, 2009 17:50:04 GMT -5
Through eyes so grey they seem to have congenital cataracts, Leon appraises the horde of shambling disfigured dead. Silently, he begins picking out the ones he'll have barhah with first.
As he moves toward the most delectable zed, a redhead with 1 breast, most of her ass, and a pair of long, somehow unscathed legs, he hears the engine rev and turns his gaze up to the roof of The Elbow Room. He watches the water come down and grins as his tasties are drenched, admiring the view of slick, scaly, zombie skin. But then the stiff dead muscles behind his brows try to make them furrow, a frown of concern as he thinks slowly, like a lump of mud in a can, then his jaw drops in silent protest as he sees the cable, and finally becomes an anguished gravelly scream as the open-air barbecue begins and all his future playmates are turned to crispy critters.
Concerned a little for his own well-being, Leon steps back from them, throwing his arms up in the quintessential "WHY??" gesture at Sarpek. If he weren't a half-wit zed, Leon might know why, but he is, so he doesn't. He takes a long drink from a fresh bottle of rum he's been carrying, turning back toward The Elbow Room with his eyes downcast, and it's this forlorn stare that allows him the full and complete view of the toe of his boot exploding in red, black, and chunky white.
He stops, tilting his head and trying to assimilate what he's just seen. With it's usual molasses speed, his mind figures out just enough to get him to look up to the roof where he sees Noah, Noah's gun, the sheepish look on Noah's face, and gives Noah a clear view of his favorite finger.
Then he tries the door, and finds he's on the wrong side of the barricades. "Gar Dammaz!!" He yells in frustration and kicks with the bad foot. Fortunately, he doesn't feel a thing.
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 22, 2009 21:39:51 GMT -5
Sarpek drops a rope loop over Leon, and winches him up to the roof. "Sorry, Leon. They would have killed us. THey're not all fried, though..." He gestures to the leggy redhead, who is banging on the steel doors below. "You want to go back down?"
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 23, 2009 0:18:08 GMT -5
"Bitches be crazah," he responds, shrugging them off. He pats Sarpek on the shoulder in thanks and then meanders over to the Buick, sticking his hands in to poke around. He resists what seems like an instinctive urge to rip out all the strange cords, cables, and wires, but does literally poke around. The sound of the flesh of his fingers searing as they press against the engine piques his interest, so he does that for a while.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 23, 2009 16:06:34 GMT -5
The DJ is still watching from behind the boarded up windows.
"Well...I guess Plan A is a failure. Time for Plan B...Mass revifications...Starting with Leon..."
The DJ goes over to his loose floorboards and takes out what seems to be a syringe. However, this syringe is held like a shotgun and is fifty times bigger then a regualr syringe.
"Heh. One shot of this and the survivor is gonna need to die 10 times before turning zombie."
The DJ runs up to the roof.
"Hey, Leon! Time for your revive! Of course...this particular revive syringe needs to be injected from the ass instead of the neck!"
The DJ sees Leon's rather scared look in his eyes.
"Oh come on...It doesn't hurt that bad! Here! I'll show you!"
The DJ leaps into the horde and injects a random zombie. The zombie leaps up about 10 foot before falling unconcious on the ground. In the instant the zombie was injected, it sounded as if the zombie was screaming in agonizing pain.
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 23, 2009 17:29:39 GMT -5
Sarpek shoos Leon out of his engine, wiping off the engine block with a wet rag. He returns to tinkering with a rather strange looking device attatched to a 20 foot pole. "By the way, DJ, I discovered some ABBA in a mall, if you're interested."
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Post by Vito The Don on Apr 23, 2009 17:48:26 GMT -5
No less than three large scale explosions are heard in the distance. The all to familiar chatter of a gun that should be banned under many of the UN's resolutions lights the air on fire with it's extreme noise. A car manned by a man whose halfway in the car, halfway out steering with his knees as he blasts zeds that are mercilessly following him power slides in front of the bar. The man bursts out of the car sprinting into the doors whilst the horde catches up to him. He turns and throws three White Phosporus grenades over his shoulder. He turns and shuts the door, throwing himself into a couch in the bar. "Never think to bet against the Don, you'll always lose." He says with a big grin to the room at large. "I'm back boys, and this time for good!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Apr 23, 2009 17:55:43 GMT -5
The DJ looks at the car.
"Hey! Vito! Welcome back!"
The DJ sticks his giant syringe in another zombie's ass, making that zombie jump up and yell in pain like the first one.
"It's nice of you to join us, especially since we're being bombarded by these somewhat hot, sexy, topless, female zombies!"
The DJ spots the fat zombie with the man boobs.
"And a fat man with man boobs..."
The DJ takes out a shotgun.
"Sorry! Revivification is closed."
The DJ shots the fat zombie in the head, then proceeds to reviuve even more zombies with his giant syringe.
"Hey Sarpek! Get Leon down here! I've got enough juice in this needle to revive him as well!"
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Post by Noah on Apr 23, 2009 18:00:14 GMT -5
A loud yell of pain is heard from on the roof as the phosphorous grenades go off outside. A thump is heard of a body rolling down the stairs and hitting the wall. Noah walks in clutching at his eyes.
Noah stumbles into the room with smoking issuing from his clothes. He is temporarily blinded by the flash from the WP grenades, aspyxiated by their smoke and some of the flaming shrapnel has set his clothes on fire. He walks into the table and hits the floor.
"Who's the ass hole who used a goddam flash grenade? The goddam zeds are on fire now! Grenades don't work on those things, idiots. Shrapnel doesn't penetrate the head very well. And I can't see a my own fucking hand now!"
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Post by Sarpek on Apr 23, 2009 18:05:50 GMT -5
Sarpek completes his contraption, and plugs a thick cable into the end of the pole. He pulls down a welding visor, and pushes a button on the pole. There is a crack as an electrical arc jumps between them, hopped up to high voltage by stolen transformers. He chuckles, and prods the sandy pavement. With a hiss, the sand melts into glass. He grins, and lays the pole behind the battlements after deactivating it, and switching the power off to it. "You'll have to catch him, DJ! I wouldn't inflict that needle on my worst enemies!"
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