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Post by Vito The Don on Oct 23, 2007 16:50:36 GMT -5
As Vito lies bleeding on the floor, shards of his recent memory flash through his mind.
He's in a car, surronded by 12 heavily armed men. Over the roar of the engine of the personel carrier they're in he shouts,"Men, you were recruited for an important task. Almost two years ago as you well know, a zombie plague was released on malton. I have found what seems to be the epicenter of this virus." Behind him there is a Map posted on the wall, at the top it is labled Fort Creedy. "This the the abandoned base Fort Creedy. Though the public was told that it was an airforce base, in reality it was much worse. Paranormal reasearch, Chemical warfare reasearch, and possible extraterrestrial contact were all common goings on at the base. It is up to us, to venture into the base and see if there is a permanent crure." He looks at the bewilderd faces infront of him. "So, I bet you're wondering why I'm after this cure. Fact is, I'd much rather be running my criminal empire in a place were I'm not likely to be eaten. Lock and load gentlemen, reports indicate that the zone is hot. We'll hit in about 10 mins give or take." He heafts the BEHEMOTH and smiles, what a good day this will be.
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Oct 24, 2007 23:04:10 GMT -5
Leon edges toward Vito, seeing that he's looking rather terminal. "Well, hey, if you're gonna die anyway..." he says and licks his lips. The stripper will have to wait for a moment. After one appetite is served, the other will be.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Oct 25, 2007 8:18:39 GMT -5
Magatsu is now back on the couch were he was before, he's reading once more, but this time with a silly smile on his lips, and the books seems to be upside down.
On the floor next to the couch lays a empty bottle of rum, it looks dead and lifeless whiteout the amber liquid inside, like a broken promise...
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Post by Melody Arachne on Oct 25, 2007 11:58:34 GMT -5
Melody hops up onto the bar, legs crossed under her, and digs into the steak. "Priz, I do believe you've found your calling. Any desire to be a post-apocalyptic short-order cook?"
"And did you say ValJon was back there? What's he doing, or do I want to even know?"
She lights another smoke, alternating bites of breakfast with puffs off her cig. "Christ ... could you peons try not to do anything else disgusting until I finish eating? Is that so much to ask?"
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Oct 25, 2007 17:43:22 GMT -5
Magatsu flinches, fumbles with the book for a while, and eventually drops in on his chest. He says something like: "Wharstaeht..." interrupted by a big jawn, and he drops into a sleep. After a while he sits up, still asleep, and starts sleep-singing. "A candy colored clown they call the sandman tip toes to my room every night Just to sprinkle stardust and to wisper Go to sleep, everything is alright..." (( something like this: youtube.com/watch?v=akP4JUHx7zY))He then starts snoring softly, it's more of a wheeze than a snore really. |
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Oct 26, 2007 0:14:05 GMT -5
Priz finishes his meal and looks up at Melody. "Well, if you want to hold off on disgusting, I really shouldn't tell you." He picks up his and Magatsu's plates and wanders into the back, where the sound of taps being turned on and off is heard, followed by a curse.
"Hey Mel, it looks like the water grid finally went down. Not to alarm anyone, but maybe we should start putting some buckets on the roof and stocking up on food. Things seem to have gone downhill lately, and I can't help but get the feeling something big is gonna go down soon..."
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Post by Melody Arachne on Oct 26, 2007 7:30:58 GMT -5
Melody shakes her head in disgust. "Figures... we get about three good months and then everything goes to hell. Glad I had my bath this morning ... though I hear there's a place with an actual clean pool up near Eastonwood. Might have to scrounge me up a bikini ..."
She swings around to take a look at the recently restocked bar. "How long can you live just drinking liquor? I suppose we'll have to ration the ice, too ... damn. No daquiris for a while. Any of you guys know anything about plumbing?"
She grins at taito's slurry singing, brows raised. "Man, he's not half bad, is he? remind me to slip him a ruffie on open mike night ..."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Oct 27, 2007 17:48:35 GMT -5
"Miami? Well...funny you should ask..."
The DJ thinks.
"Well...lets just say...there were these 2 cops with a girl who blew up a car that was chasing them...Oh wait...that was Bad Boys 2...What really happened is Z100 has a sister station there now, called Y100. Or do you just want to hear about that really, really, sexy bitch I met when I was there? If it is...it happened exactly 5 years ago...starting with my birthday...Wait...that would mean that it was 5 years and a day ago..."
The DJ reminiscences.
"I was having a blast and got my ass drunk. Can't remember anything after that...Next thing I remember is sleeping...in a bed...of an unknown location. Should I continue?"
The DJ watches everyone grab a seat about 5 feet away from him. All eyes are on the DJ.
"Um...I'll take that as yes."
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Oct 28, 2007 19:38:55 GMT -5
Leon belts out a loud, rasping belch, then wipes some brain matter from his lips and with a flick of his wrist wings it at the stripper. In the back of his mind he wonders when the last time was that he used a courting gesture. He shrugs then limps away from the Don's open cranium and toward her.
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Post by Vito The Don on Oct 29, 2007 5:50:22 GMT -5
The chatter of gunfire drifts through Vito's head. Scenes of unspeakable horror flash through his mind. Men ripped in half by somthing.. Somthing big. Vito and two men make it to were they were headed, Subbasement 6. Motioning to his me, they postion themselves on the side of the wall. Giving them a silent 3 second countdown, Vito steps in front of the door. With a mighty effort he kicks the door off its hinges. The reasearch lab behind it is clear. He walks over to a table and shuffles through a stack of papers. They're all titled "Governmnet Defense Intiative" Most of the papers refernce NecroTech in some way. He looks at a wall, to see its made of glass. Behind that glass is what looks to be a zombie. Spying Vito, it shambles over to the glass. It starts emiting earshaddering sounds. Before his ]very eyes, the zombie grows 10 feet and 4 arms. "Mother Fucker's mutating! Get back, head back to the convoy!" Vito yells to his comrades. He lifts the Behmoth and starts firing. The glass shatters, but the zombie glances off 50 caliber shotgun rounds. Rushing through the base as if satan was behind him, Vito makes to a Humvee with his friends. Out of the base, the nightmare comes bounding.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Oct 29, 2007 19:30:48 GMT -5
"OK...I see I probably put Vito to sleep with Miami....Maybe I should just skip to the beach part..."
The DJ watches Vito cry in horror in his sleep. He then sees everyone almost everyone is sleeping.
"Well...I feel like I'm talking to myself....Well....there's an easy way for this..."
The DJ walks over to his turntable and puts on Eminem Presents: Encore.
"Let's see if I can wake them up with a little rap...Let's try...One Shot Two Shot..."
The DJ sets the volume to max. When the song plays, the entire bar shakes very violently, almost as if there's an earthquake in the area.
"...One shot two shot three shots four shots
All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
Parties stops, everybody hit the door somebody's lickin shots off..."
"Good thing zeds aren't attracted to rap..."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Oct 29, 2007 20:43:53 GMT -5
50 caliber shotgun rounds. ((OOC: Ok, this has been driving me crazy. There are no such thing as 50 cal. shotgun rounds. It's measured in gauges, from 9mm (which is oddly measured in milimeters rather than gauges, making it technically a bore and not a gauge of shotgun) to 1 (over an inch, and is only found in no long produced "punt guns", which were at one point used for duck hunting), with the most common gauges in the U.S. being 12 (.729 I think) and 20 (.615). Having fired a fifty caliber rifle, a 10 gauge shotgun, and a 12 gauge shotgun, I can very much assure you that you would not hit anything firing on automatic without some kind of stand. End rant about fire arms ignorance here.) |
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Oct 30, 2007 12:57:23 GMT -5
Magatsu awakens once more! He is told by the voices in his head, and the Barbie doll in his dread, that Vito has been snacked on. This seems to have little or no effect on him, as he staggers in the general direction on the bathroom, only pausing to give the DJ a vindicative glare for playing Eminem...
He swings his bat around a bit, but gives up and steps into the bathroom with the bat dragging against the floor behind him.
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Post by Vito The Don on Oct 31, 2007 16:43:10 GMT -5
(OC) <I already knew that, but i figure that if the vito character made a Auto matic shotgun, he would finagle 50 caliber shoutgun rounds somehow>
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Post by Ron Burgundy on Oct 31, 2007 19:32:56 GMT -5
Vito! Long time no see!
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