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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 29, 2008 14:33:10 GMT -5
Inexplicably and without warning the air filled with the sound of what seemed to be at least a hundred people saying "Whop"
It was then, with a stunned look on his face and a bit of steam casually rolling off his shoulders as if to say "Oh sir, I quite love you sir, allow me to hug you a bit longer sir, but please don't look behind you." That Tovarisch Khrushchev appeared, inebriated and naked.
And behind him, covered in the same odd steam as himself(only this steam was quite more silent and shy, saying only "meh" and rolling with a much less exuberant nature than his own), was a zombie, equally as naked.
"What?"
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 29, 2008 17:18:48 GMT -5
((No you won't, Sarpek. You have all those lil' NecroTech troops to worry about...Like now.))
A tracking device on Sarpek's shirt collar activates.
"Alright, Fireteam Bravo! We got a lock on this guy's location! Let's move out!"
An entire squadron of elite troops begins moving out of a club.
((If that's not good enough for you...)
Back outside Malton's borders, a NecroTech troop carrier has landed at Asker and the group's location. Another jet flies overhead over the city. A squadron of F-22's follow behind. A missile fires at the jet. A man leaps out. The man's parachute opens above the Elbow Room bar.
"You'll never stop Axe Hack, you crappy test pilots!!! I might be #1 on the FBI's most wanted right now for setting that virus loose in Monroeville, but hell, it was completely worth it!!!"
Axe Hack continues down with an evil laugh. He lands on the Elbow Room Bar and begins running in the direction of Blackmore.
((Happy, Sarpek? You're not alone any more.))
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Post by Sarpek on Sept 29, 2008 17:49:25 GMT -5
As the troops enter the bar, it is eerily silent. The signal leads them to the elevator that replaced the stairs, and it is almost directly below them. As they enter the elevator, There is a sudden twang as the cable snaps, the elevator thundering downwards into the basement full of Zombie crocs. Paris Hilton begins to blare from armored speakers inside the walls, attracting more Zombies. "Fools! Do you really think I'd keep anything I got from you guys with me? There's still more..."
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 29, 2008 17:55:11 GMT -5
Meanwhile, PFC and Alex are in the basement of the abandoned house. Alex sleeps, in a nightmarish dream that has him tossing and turning. PFC drinks from a bottle of scotch, he begins falling asleep.
Cole looks out into the dark expanse, his mind wandering. He sees a firefight off in the distance above Malton. It lasts for 5 minutes, then ends abruptly. Cole sighs. He starts whispering the words from his favorite song, Believe by The Bravery.
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Post by Angel on Sept 29, 2008 19:16:14 GMT -5
(((I'm not sure I appreciate the exaggerated style of this Elbow Room. I'm done with RP for now I guess. Axe and Kevin can have their way with my head, but I won't respect them if they do.)) Yeah. Sometimes, it's best to just ignore the way they do it. Think of it as being in a room with a bunch of people that are being forced to hallucinate, just as you are. Everyone's reality will be different, and everyone will have more than one reality, so pick the one you like, and stick with it until it bores you. Then find a semi-plausible way to swap your reality. So, apparently I'm dead. Anyone remember exactly what happened? Yeah. New character I suppose? What to name him...........................................................................Oh, I know! I'll name him after my first Diablo guy! Aether. So. Who (other than Axe and First Class) wants to start this off? |
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 29, 2008 20:07:24 GMT -5
((I don't think you're dead, and i'm glad someone came in here and took care of the exaggerated bullshit. I'd be glad to start off normal.))
A man staggers into the Elbow Room Bar. He pulls up a chair, and puts his gun on the table. He is wearing a dirty white tank top, with military camoflauged pants, and black boots. He has a couple of cuts on his face and arms, including a fresh one on his eyelid. He looks around at the empty bar. As a joke, he yells out, "Can i get a little service please?"
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Post by albub on Sept 29, 2008 22:13:00 GMT -5
Alex starts awake in a cold sweat, looking around the room. He's alone, but he's still in PFC's sleeping bag, so he assume's someone will be returning. He pulls out his stolen pistol and checks that it is loaded, before starting to explore the house.
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 29, 2008 23:26:42 GMT -5
((In response to Albub's post)) PFC lands with a thud on the ground. He brushes himself off and begins searching for the journal he was writing in. "Dammit..." He sighs and walks into the house...right into Alex's loaded pistol. "Jesus!"
((I think we should reset the Elbow Room in another thread if you guys are going for a restart. This story line is too developed.))
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 29, 2008 23:32:22 GMT -5
Inexplicably, with the same whopping sound as before, the man and the zombie vanish, leaving only the stench of vodka in their wake.
Moments later a hurried man throws the cellar door open, stumbles up in a panic, pants wildly for about thirty seconds, takes a swig from a bottle of what appears to be water, and looks frantically around the bar.
"Damn I missed him again!"
Then, without warning(save for a whop), this man also vanishes, leaving only a small receipt in his wake.
It reads-
"Surgeon General Store.
6070 Yagoton, Malton.
Cashier- Charlie
Sale-
3 pack condoms- 4.50
1 bottle distilled Vodka -10.00
Rubber Bands 10 pack - 1.00
Subtotal - 15.50
Tax - 0.00
Total - 15.50
Payed - 50.00
Change Received - 0.00
Signed - Tovarisch G. Khrushchev"
On the back is a note.
"Worlds Ending, why are you running a shop?"
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Post by albub on Sept 30, 2008 16:20:06 GMT -5
"Whoah! Sorry bro. Gotta be on my guard. Nobody's home except me, where are your military buddies?"
Alex lowers the pistol and assumes a relaxed posture.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Sept 30, 2008 16:33:42 GMT -5
((I'm thinking of dropping this whole Resident Evil Extinction spoof I was trying to pull off. Anyone wanna wake up from a dream? Preferrably PFC, albub, or Sarpek waking up and going, "What a crazy dream!!!" If not...I'll do it..........))
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Post by Angel on Sept 30, 2008 16:58:57 GMT -5
And then suddenly, with a start, Ryan (Engel's actual name) wakes up.
"What. The fuck. Happened? Note to self, never get drunk and celebrate your induction into the Gore Corps WITH the Gore Corps, evar."
Remembering that it's been months since he defected to his new team, he starts to think.
*Pulls out a rather worn looking wallet, and looks through the pictures*
"I wonder what happened to everyone? Is everyone dead? I haven't seen hide nor hair of any of the NMC since I left. Is Magatsu okay? Would he shoot me the moment he saw me? Did Ice ever get out through that tunnel he was making with a spoon?"
*Standing up, cocking his revolver as he walks towards the door*
"Well, time to get back to work. These harmanz aren't going to kill themselves. Or at least, not fast enough....*Evil grin*"
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 30, 2008 17:09:54 GMT -5
Coker looks out the window of the small house he barricaded himself in. Alex, his neighbor, had joined him, and was currently rolling a joint in the bath room. He closes the blinds and walks over to the fridge. "Fuck", he swears as he slams the door. "Hey, Alex, we need to make a trip for supplies. All we have is RC Cola, and half a turkey sandwich. Get your bat, or crowbar and meet me in the car."
((albub, if you want to be Alex go ahead, or if you want to make a new character i'll just kill mine off...))
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Sept 30, 2008 19:43:34 GMT -5
It was then, with a loud whop, that the fridge in the small house in Malton shook as if possessed, and indeed that was exactly what it wasn't. In fact, it would actually be more correct to say the fridge was now occupied by a rather slender Russian and the remains of a zombie, the rest of which was somewhere near Portland Oregon.
The fridge door was thrust open with the sort of gusto only a, now very chilly, naked Russian man could muster after constantly being teleported about a quarantined city.
"Oh hey..." The Russian said, taking a swig from a bottle of vodka, "Anyone mind if I eat this sandwich?"
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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 30, 2008 19:48:59 GMT -5
"HOOOO MY GAWDDD!!" Marcus Coker falls to the ground with his steak knife "Uhm...how did you get here...and go ahead and eat the sandwich. It's the least i can do, if you can appear in my fridge, who knows what you can do." Marcus points to his bedroom. "I have baggy clothes, it's my style, so if you want some feel...uh...free. We can discuss who you are after you get dressed."
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