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Post by Sarpek on Jan 13, 2009 17:26:39 GMT -5
"Hmmm.... Lot of work, and I'll have to truck it down to the sub-basement anyway... Heey.... Truck it! That's it!" Sarpek runs out into the street, and drives off on a moped. He returns a few hours later driving a semi. He loads the cargo into the trailer, and drives off, 'Convoy' blaring out of the speakers.
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Post by Noah on Jan 13, 2009 18:16:05 GMT -5
Noah watches him as he drives off, running over zombies as he goes.
"Where the FUCK did he get that thing? Doesn't he realize the sound of the engine, not mention the music he's blaring, is going to be like an 'Eat Here' sign for the zeds."
Noah walks up to the rooftop to scout out the surrounding area. He pulls his field binoculars from his pack and looks northwards. Between the buildings he sees movement, although in the twilight shadows he can't be sure how many are out there and if they're heading their way.
"Hey, um, guys! We may be having some company over tonight."
To himself he whispers, "Hope those 'cades are as good as I think they are..."
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 13, 2009 21:18:31 GMT -5
Noah's phone vibrates. The text reads: "Naah, that's only Paris Hilton that draws them. There's a propane flamethrower above the fifth tile from the left rear corner. Good luck."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 14, 2009 13:39:14 GMT -5
The DJ digs through his box of music things, pulling out a speaker and a Paris Hilton CD.
"Hey. You wanna find a abandoned safehouse so you can hook this thing up? You know...In case the zeds start pounding here then we could press a button and let the thing blare. It's probably the best way to draw them away from here."
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 14, 2009 15:41:01 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in the warehouse, there is silence, the construction finished. The gentle throb of the generator increases in volume, as the lights dim and go out. The generator labors on, coughing and sputtering as it attempts to output several times its rated capacity. Suddenly, there is a boom as the pumps catch, and the damping rods are drawn back. Several hundred volts backfeed into the generator, which promptly detonates in a cloud of electrical sparks, before it is doused with an extinguisher. A breaker closes, and there is a loud humming, and electrical discharge crackles around the poles as electricity flows through the power lines of Malton for the first time in several years. The breakers in most buildings flip due to the power surge, but not the ones in the Elbow Room, which were modified by Sarpek a few days ago. Audible above the hum and roar of the micro-reactor is a yell of delight as the cooling tower begins to let off steam. "It WORKS!"
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Post by Noah on Jan 14, 2009 18:43:19 GMT -5
Noah pulls a walkie-talkie from his pack. He tosses it to the DJ and grabs the speakers and Hilton CD.
"Call me over it if you get screwed, channel 7. I'm gonna go hook this up to the NW, try to get them to head away from the bar."
He grabs a radio from the back room and shoves some D-Cells into it.
"I'll be plaing Pied Piper. Once I get a few miles away I'll ditch the radio and head back. Shouldn't be too hard if I stick to the rooftops."
After a few minutes work some of the less useful supplies have been removed from Noah's pack and he's jury rigged it to carry the radio and speakers for easy movement. He heads to the rooftop and begins heading towards the disturbance. The bar residents can hear strains of Hilton in the distance.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 15, 2009 13:29:56 GMT -5
The DJ flicks on the radio.
"Hey, Noah. If you can find Axe's PKing safehouse, that'll be awesome. Sadly, only the PKers know where that is..."
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 17, 2009 20:43:10 GMT -5
Sarpek sits on the roof of The Elbow Room, and grins at the lighted city around. He glances around the roof at the heavy electrical cables, and grins, and idea coming to his head. Several hours later, the project is coming together. A suit of armor, sized to fit Sarpek, powered by a cable to a large hydraulic pump. He mounts the pump on the back of the suit, and climbs into it. He moves his leg slightly, and the leg explodes into motion, and there is a loud crack. Sarpek's face drains. "Oh god. My shin." He falls over with a clatter of machinery, and a cable pops loose with a loud crackle. He falls over, the suit now no more than half a ton of scrap metal. "HEEELP!"
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Post by Noah on Jan 17, 2009 20:51:55 GMT -5
Noah loops the end of the parachute cord over the flagpole he had shimmied out onto, with the other end attached to the radio. Beneath hims was a gathering of 50 zombies. They stared up at him with hungry eyes and reached upwards towards the radio playing Paris Hilton. As he reached the roof top again, he heard a popping sound. The electrical wires beneath him burst into life. Transformers all over the area began to blow, showering the zombie hordes with scrap metal and sparks. Some of them burst into flames. The nerves had long since rotted away so where a normal human would have been screaming, they merely stared upwards at the hanging radio through the flames engulfing their faces. Many sparks fell on the refuse piles that had formed after the years of abandonment. They burst up into flames and soon spread
As Noah made his way back towards the Elbow Room over the roofs, he could see blazes beginning all over the area from exploding transformers and downed wires.
"Congratualtions," Noah sayed to Sarpek, even though he couldn't hear him, "You've just set Malton ablaze."
Pulling out a harmonica, Noah began playing on the rood of the Elbow Room. "If only I had a fiddle," he thought, "Nero would be proud."
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 17, 2009 21:10:52 GMT -5
Sarpek kicks futilely at the inside of the suit with his good leg. "Pull the main breaker, and get me a revive syringe!" He slumps inside the suit, unconcious due to loss of blood from the rather ugly compound fracture.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 17, 2009 21:33:36 GMT -5
A live power cable lands on the barricades of the Elbow Room, setting it ablaze.
"God damn it!"
The DJ grabs the fire extinguisher and puts the fires out. He walks outside to see what's going on.
"Alright, who's the pyromaniac that decided to set the cades on fire?"
The DJ stops after taking a step outside. The entire area is on fire.
"Damn it, Sarpek. What did you do..."
The DJ sees Sarpek under a pile of debris. He runs over and lifts the stuff off Sarpek.
"Damn it Sarpek. Even I don't have enough fire extinguishers for this fire..."
The DJ pulls Sarpek into the safety of the Elbow Room. Next he changes the radio station on the transmitter.
"This is DJ Spinbad for the MFD, break. Location is the Elbow Room Bar. We're experiencing some heavy flames here tonight, break. Requesting emergency fire rescue squad, break. Send over some paramedics while you're at it, break. We have an injured man here as well, over."
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Post by Angel on Jan 17, 2009 21:47:34 GMT -5
AND THEN EVERYBODY DIES! BOXXY RAPES TEH CHILDRENS OF MALTON!!!!1!
/cruise
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 17, 2009 22:09:03 GMT -5
Finally, the circuitry in the reactor realizes something is wrong, and a relay disconnects. There is a thunk, and the damper rods extend, cutting off the neutron flow. The reactor slowly shuts down, and the power ceases flowing. Meanwhile, choppers fly over the city, dropping water which cascades down over the roofs, extinguishing the fires. One passes over The Elbow Room, and water cascades through the leaky roof, flooding Sarpek's attempt at being Iron Man. Finally, he slowly sits up, despite the load of steel. He slowly stands up, and shambles out of the room, clanking loudly, water draining from the suit. Half an hour later, a MPD report comes out of a rather strange zombie that seems to be bulletproof.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jan 17, 2009 22:23:16 GMT -5
The DJ sighs.
"Bulletproof zombie, huh? They definitely must be thinking Sarpek with that Iron Man suit of his is Nemesis or something..."
The DJ goes over to his box of things. He takes out 2 axes, 4 pistols, 2 shotguns, and a hell lot of ammo. He then straps a belt of revive syringes over his shoulder.
"Let Operation Revification commence."
The DJ walks out the bar.
"Whoops. Hold on. Almost forgot the security system."
The DJ enters the bar and pulls a rope, then leaves and closes the door. From behind the door, a shotgun rigged with a string is ready to blow if the door opens.
"Hey Sarpek! I know you're out there, buddy! Here's to your revive!"
The DJ sees a shiny red bike parked outside the warehouse.
"Well. It'll definitely speed things up."
The DJ hotwires the bike and takes off.
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Post by Sarpek on Jan 18, 2009 15:38:42 GMT -5
Another report comes in. "This is Jake. We've tracked the zed to a warehouse. The door seems to be sealed stronger than the usual barricades. No evidence of survivor occupation. Drilling through one of the doors reveals concrete behind it. Will continue attempting to gain entry. Suspect radiation symbol sprayed on the door is just another example of vandalism."
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