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Post by Sarpek on Aug 11, 2008 13:17:16 GMT -5
Sarpek rolls his eyes, grabs the syringe, and injects himself. However, he misses, squirting the serum down his throat. He swallows it, grins, drops the empty syringe, and hugs DJ. "Harman badah!"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 12, 2008 15:06:49 GMT -5
The DJ takes out a blue colored syringe.
"Well...There goes my revive syringe. And swallowing it doesn't do anything. Lucky I carry this familiar blue syringe with me. I wonder what happened to those green ones?"
The DJ takes a quick glance at Sarpek, who is still hugging the DJ.
"Let's see...If I remember correctly, it was green for the virus, blue for the anti-virus...I think..."
The DJ sticks the blue syringe in Sarpek. A few seconds passes. After about 10 more seconds, Sarpek begins mutating into some form of super zombie.
"Shit...it was blue for the virus, green for the anti-virus..."
The DJ holds up his pistol, but Sarpek knocks it out of his hands.
"Mother fucker..."
In a frantic attempt to break free from Sarpek's grasp, the DJ pulls out a knife.
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 12, 2008 15:50:24 GMT -5
Sarpek Grins, takes the knife, and picks his teeth with it. Dropping the knife, he gets the DJ a burger.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 2:36:19 GMT -5
PFC stops abruptly and looks at the conflict (or is it?) between the DJ and the rapidly growing super zombie. "Fuck this" He shoots the zombie through the ear.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 13, 2008 7:59:11 GMT -5
"I don't think he was hungry for brains...He got me a burger. Which happens to be made of brains...You want it?"
The DJ offers PFC the brain burger.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 9:15:15 GMT -5
"always, thank you." PFC takes the burger and eats it. All of the sudden he feels a rush. "wheres the bathroom?  !!" |
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 13, 2008 9:52:03 GMT -5
Sarpek topples over, and stands up. Stealing PFC's pistol, he bends the barrel into a U, and gives it back. "Nah bangbang!" >_<
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 13:24:00 GMT -5
" Hey maaannn, i bought that from fucking k-mart. They don't give no....oh man..." PFC pulls down his pants as he runs toward the broom closet.
He returns 6 hours later, obviously relieved.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 13, 2008 15:20:23 GMT -5
"Now I know why I didn't want to eat that brain burger..."
The DJ spots the open door of the broom closet where PFC...um...evacuated on. The DJ eyes a case with the NecroTech logo on it. On the case, in bold letters, writes, "VIRUS/ANTI-VIRUS CASE". On top of the case, there are boxes marked "DJSPINBAD".
"So that's where those cases were...But, I'm not going in there..."
The DJ looks at PFC.
"You go in there. It's your mess, which happens to be by my stuff. Take a mop with you, too. And if anything in there is damaged, you're gonna be paying for it."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 18:23:09 GMT -5
PFC draws a survival knife. "It's your stuff doc. I would get someone else to do it. A man don't tread in his own shit." PFC spins the blade with his finger, and puts it away. "But in respect for your profession, i will. Only once." PFC puts his gas mask back on and walks into his own waste.
After whiping down the case with baby wipes and a towel from the kitchen, he hands the case to DJ. "It still good, or are we taking a trip to necrotech?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 13, 2008 22:01:05 GMT -5
"NecroTech? Perhaps not until these syringes in this case are used up..."
The DJ opens the case, revealing 6 blue syringes and 6 green syringe.
"Since Sarpek over there is some sort of super zombie now, the only way to revive him is to stick him with a mixture of the regular revive syringe and the green syringes. Don't touch, or break those blue ones. Those blue ones contains the zombie virus, while the green one contains the anti-virus."
The DJ digs through his other boxes.
"Anyone know how to properly mix chemicals around here? Who knows what could happen if we screw up at least 1% of this mixture...And where are those science equipment things?"
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 13, 2008 22:54:14 GMT -5
Sarpek raises one of his many hands. "MAH!"  |
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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 14, 2008 8:48:57 GMT -5
"We might have to wing it doc. If worst comes to worst we can just shoot him and dump him a couple blocks from here." PFC searches his bag for a alternate weapon." Shotgun...beautiful." PFC looks at Sarpek, who his trying to recite a hamburger song." He's gettin' pretty fucked up doc, might wanna hurry."
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Post by Sarpek on Aug 14, 2008 13:37:37 GMT -5
Sarpek looks up, halfway through a box of PFC's shotgun shells. He spits some lead shot at PFC. =P
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Aug 14, 2008 13:55:54 GMT -5
The DJ digs through another box.
"Hey! That's where those science things are!"
The DJ takes a test tube out of the box. A broken test tube. He than takes a broken graduated cylinder out, and a broken beaker.
"Well. I found those science things...But we might need to rethink this approach..."
The DJ opens another box. He takes out bits and pieces of wood and metal.
"And while we're at that, I'm gonna need a new turntable...Whoever was last here sure made a mess packing these stuff."
The DJ opens yet another box. He pulls out a rocket launcher.
"I don't remember having this..."
The DJ looks at the side of the box. In bold letters, it says, "VITO".
"No wonder...Say...what happened to Vito, anyway?"
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