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Post by Magatsu Taito on Dec 17, 2007 18:31:36 GMT -5
"Damn... Choices. I'm not good with those... I think I'll go with wrapped though. And a tree you say. I'm gonna have to get working on that right now if I'm gonna make it before Christmas."
He gets up out of the couch, walks over to the bar and picks up his bat.
"Once more into the fray dear friends!" He shouts, and walks out the door.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Dec 17, 2007 18:34:12 GMT -5
The DJ looks at Magatsu while adding things to the barricade. The time bomb now reads "0:45".
"Uh...hello? The time bomb? There's only 30 seconds left before we all get infected here...and we have the Big Bash 2 right outside our doors..."
But Magatsu has already walked out the door. The DJ watches as Magatsu gets torn to sheards by the Big Bash 2.
"Ow...That's gonna leave a mark..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Jan 16, 2008 23:09:52 GMT -5
Suddenly the chatter of a massive gun is heard outside. The barricades burst open and in strolls Vito, BEHEMOTH in hand, still smoking. Outside spent shells and Zeds litter the street. "I'm back suka's ya miss me much?" he grabs the time bomb and. disables it with his good hand.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 17, 2008 15:57:33 GMT -5
The DJ was thrown back by the blast. The DJ looks up.
"Hey! I was adding to those cades!"
The DJ looks at the time bomb, then at Vito, and then again at the time bomb. The Time bomb reads "0:15".
"Hey Vito...you're good with booby trapped time bombs, aren't you? A PKer left that time bomb here....and it has the zombie virus syringe in it....Any chance of you deactivating it or something?"
The time bomb now reads "0:10".
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Post by Vito The Don on Jan 17, 2008 17:12:33 GMT -5
Vito grabs the time bomb and throws it into the street. He throws DJ behind the couch, and covers himself with a flakjacket. The bomb explodes and releases the virus into the air. He throws DJ a gas mask and puts on his own. <Ksssrst, "The virus should disperse over a couple days, just keep one of these on.">
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 17, 2008 18:12:29 GMT -5
"Uh...what about everyone else in this bar?"
The DJ points to Melody at the counter.
"I hope you have the green syringe, Vito..."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jan 17, 2008 19:30:19 GMT -5
Magatsus burning copse comes stumbling in trough the debris in the door. He mumbles something as his flesh seems to burn up and he is left a skeleton. Oddly enough, his head does not seem to stop burning, and he gives everyone in the bar a thousand mile stare.
"I feel the evil in this city. And I will send it back into the fire!" He howls with a voice lay nails over a blackboard, as he runs out into the street once more.
Soon the sounds of a motorcycle engine is heard, and a skeleton with a burning skull rides past the door on a black Harley, laughing like a madman.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 17, 2008 20:35:37 GMT -5
The DJ looks at Vito after Magatsu left.
"Well...Magatsu is Ghost Rider now...I hope you have the Devil's number..."
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Post by Vito The Don on Jan 18, 2008 15:56:20 GMT -5
"I have peter fonda's if thats what you mean."
<Badump Kisht>
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Post by ian on Mar 14, 2008 12:03:51 GMT -5
revicam nai
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 10, 2008 10:41:36 GMT -5
Sarpek shambles through the door, somehow just a normal zombie. He grabs a bottle of rum, and nurses it.
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Post by chicklet on Aug 10, 2008 16:03:00 GMT -5
*Pokes her head in the door* What is this place anyway? And how did I get here?
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 10, 2008 17:04:46 GMT -5
DJSpinbad appears in the doorway. He looks at the ruined building. He takes out a toolbox, but than notices the lone zombie in the room. He recognizes it as Sarpek with a bottle of rum. The DJ takes out a revive syringe.
"Come here, Sarpek. Let me revive you, and than help me rebuild this place. Come on...you know you want a nice revive, don't you Sarpek? Or would you perfer a Headshot?"
The DJ takes out a pistol. He now holds a syringe in his left hands, and a firearm in his right.
"It's your choice, now. If I were you, I'll take the syringe."
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 10, 2008 17:34:00 GMT -5
Sarpek shambles over to DJ. "Rahvav Harman?"
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 11, 2008 8:55:46 GMT -5
A fan blazes outside, pushing the virus further down the street. PFC walks into the now nearly destroyed bar. He looks at the inhabitents. "Jesus, weird motherfuckers." He starts stacking chairs and broken bar pieces in the open doorways. He lights up a blunt underneath his gas mask. Cherry flavored. Being the newcomer, the eyes are clearly on him. "Whats everyone doin'?" Then, he sees something that catches his glance. A revived soldier in a coma -like sleep. He recognizes him, and shades of memory come back to him. He pulls his pistol out. "You...you blew up that barrel..." He saunters toward the soldier known as Engel.
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