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 Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:33 pm
By popular demand.
Post memorable posts from other players here.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 4:46 pm
Wahoozerman What's That??! Zombies! Apparently a new energy drink for trucks! Make your trucks drive ABNORMALLY FAST! They'll go as fast as RAMMING SPEED! People will see them going and think they're at RAMMING SPEED! They'll ram against robot zombies and there will be a smash because ramming speed is for RAMMING! Don't gamble with your speed. -slooooowwwwpokesssss- Try RAMMING SPEED!
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 5:04 pm
wahoozerman (4:08:11 PM): Fill me in ya'll
Gimladesh (4:08:55 PM): sex aura
hexeos (4:09:08 PM): Upgrading robo-demon-zombie.
Rmlavine (4:09:50 PM): RAMMMNG SPEEEED
Gimladesh (4:10:07 PM): that’s the perfect summery
Gimladesh (4:10:12 PM): that basically covered everything
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 5:26 pm
RedPyramidThing
Aiming for the chest, he'd shoot towards Jubilee the light manipulator, then Swordy McGee, then Mrs. Waterjug.heh. "Swordy McGee." XD Leathery Apron After many much 'RATHIN' PISSSSS!' and arguing later.
Spooky somehow convinced Ebris and Ryke to get out of the cab, and switch spots with him and Cloud_666. So now, he was driving and Cloud_666 was his cab mate while the dyke and the hobo cuddled on the top of the vehicle. Or something equally disturbing and NSFW. themightyjello He fell right on top of- Colin. "...sorry, man... but I'm not into dudes."
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 6:17 pm
Chen Ning Wow, is she having a mechanical orgasm?
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 6:37 pm
Chen Ning opaj I don't want to wake up tomorrow to find that a lone [insert heroic archtype] took an on army of them and won. Play it smart, okay? Kraun ((This is the part where I assume a generic insignificant number of zombie NPCs were killed.)) You see, the problem with charging into a giant crowd of robot zombies, or well, zombies for that matter, was that there were way more of them then there were of you. But that guy, Tzenidaar, being the violent guy that he is, did it anyway. And even as he cleaved into the first few, the swarm continued to move forward, knocking over and trampling corpses over him, burying him in a mound of corpses as they passed and swarmed into the area. Those others which were not cleaved and fell overtop of him, would have been dealt with by ripping their heads or whatever apart with his savage might, though the process left his fingers bloody. Now, some time had gone by since the zombies had spread out in the area, and mercenaries had dispatched them, lured them away, and whatnot. And when he managed to push and pry, to rip and claw his way out of the mound of bodies, he rose up warm breath visible in the snowy climate with a mad gleam in his eyes and blood all over his chin. Kraun "Now where the ******** is my sword?" He hunched over and began digging through the bodies, sticking an arm here and there, between gaps of bodies. Sadly, he couldnt reach it. Why? 'Cause it was probably right at the very bottom of the pile. "s**t. a**." He grabbed an arm, placed a foot against the torso it was attached to, and yanked, tearing the robot's arm right out. And then he hopped up and down on top of the mound, holding it up above his head and yipping like a monkey. Oh yeah, then he remembered he could summon his massive cleaver into his hands with but a thought. One of those more useful abilities. Too bad he didnt realize that until just now. Well in that case, it would appear in his left hand, and he'd sink its tip into the topmost corpse, resting his arm on its pommel. His right hand held onto the torn limb as he stood proud atop the mound like he was the ******** king, surveying the area in order to get an idea of what was going on and what he missed. King of robot zombie hill. Also; meanface. >:{
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 6:39 pm
RedPyramidThing Colin, on top of Angel, would feel someone or something brush against his arm. And then, he was spinning. The force of Angel being pulled out from under him, followed by the extreme change from RAMMING SPEED to zero, sent his spinning away towards the opposite side of the trailer.
Lucky for him, he only made it half-way before hitting the roof, falling, and getting tangle up in the ******** that was Eileen and Angel.
His libido was about as alive as Ebris was pretty.
Groaning from the collision, Colin would look over at the bend in the trailer, surprised that the group slid that far. Dark, cold, and practically trashed, Colin would struggle to his feet in the boomerang trailer.
Oh, look. A can of bee-
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 7:07 pm
OUR LITTLE KAEL HAS GROWN INTO SUCH A MAN! *TEAR* Psychofish With his regal stride, the New Knight charged ahead, striding forward, ascending this mysterious Jacob's Ladder to it's peak. He wasn't just some crazy adventurer. He wasn't some mercenary. He wasn't a bird. He wasn't a plane. He was-  ROXSOKAELThe full armored figure flew into sight in the midst of it all trailing bits of the clouds it passed through, bursting into the heavens like an angel to wing. Shining body of steel, leaving not an inch of flesh exposed, a man of metal but for the armaments of battle worn about his its body. In it's left hand it bore a wall of steel, a shining shield of duty, and in the right bore a veteran blade, a sword of justice. Zombot smashing JUSTICE. "So here you've hidden, craven!" Whosoever this helmed figure was, you could practically feel the righteous fury and ego pour off of him, offended by the dastardly tactic of one with might who would not only hide away and send minions to fight his battle for him, but to take battle to one not a worthy adversary. The grimy clouds trailed behind his feet as they found purchase and rose in an inky backdrop to his rear, pronouncing his silvery gleam. Like a Warrior of Yore, like a Paragon of Justice, a New Knight, like an Escapee of Happy Resting, the being simply seemed to glow with fanatic force of personality, shining steel face(mask) rising to the great mechanical master before him. Fearless he faced the foe, clad in his gapless plate full, sword, axe, and mace slung abut his waist, two great swords slung over his mighty back. In hand bore the wide shield and a sword chipped and chinked about it's length, though the fuller in it's center still shone amidst the rough, point broken off into a jagged end. There was no doubt, no hesitation, no pause. There was only forward. Forward, forward for justice! Even as he settled and gained balance he turned drawing the shield up before him. "I proclaim-!"His feet spread, the left in fore turning it's toe to his side and sliding forward, beginning to throw his weight ahead. "-my challenge!"Shoulders spun and the body turned, legs flinging his body forward into an assailing leap as the right arm spun ahead in place of the shield, sword rising with a flourish. Like the mighty hammer of Zeus the Veteran Sword spun and flew through the air, cleaving mist and clear in twain on it's course to rebuke the Metal Master squarely upon its crown. "Have at you!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 8:08 pm
themightyjello A.L._Eileen Eileen, still in the throes of the excess emotion, tilted her head a little, just enough for James' lips to tickle her ear as he quietly spoke. The panel lines still hadn't gone away, and she appeared to be ignoring the knife for now. "... restarting is automatic..." her tech-tinged voice said breathlessly. "I..." James was able to say, "...see..." What did he see? Well, her point for one... and... through her soaked sweater. He moved the knife away, folding it back under so that it wasn't pressed against her back. The ride was bumpy as hell, and he was concerned about there being any accide- CRASH! All of them seemed to skid straight backwards to the far end of the truck. The momentum was enough to send them flying, but the trailer was huge and they had plenty of room to land and skid before finally slamming together in a pile again at the other end. James held on tight to Eileen for as long as he could; both arms wrapped tightly around her and squeezing. They rolled over each other and even into the other three who had bumped into them along the way, but he still held on tight. "...damn... is everyone okay?" That had cooled things off a little. Even though they were all in a pile, a truck crash really tended to distract a man from the topic at hand... even though it really gets the blood pumping. Arturo William The same, indistinct figure would rematerialize on the other side of the semi, peering at the trailer doors. What the hell was that? James tucked the knife away with his left hand, and pulled Eileen up with his right hand to press her lips in a firm kiss. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. "Excuse me for a second, my dear." Then his left hand moved from the knife handle to the gun handle, and he drew. BLAM!
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BLAM!One of the doors was still open. It had never been shut since they jumped in at the Water Plant. This weird, white figure that was peering in... just didn't seem like it was being friendly right now. Then he kissed Eileen again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 8:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:31 pm
Gamma's Epic Entrance, 1 and a 1/2 hours after the event ended "You fly like old people ******** swiped some spilt beer off his grey overcoat sleeve. The pilot he had for the Charon transport was having a problem throttling the combination ramjet turbines down for a quick landing. "What was that?"The pilot had no idea who Gamma was or how he acted, and was just inviting a beating challenging Gamma's... whatever Gamma was expressing at the moment. "YOU FLY LIKE OLD PEOPLE ******** turned his head to face sideways from his seat on the precipice of the hatch door on the near-city bus-sized Deity Military Corps transport. Feet braced against a subtle lip as his legs dangled free to keep him from falling out. Sure wouldn't want to be a commercial aircraft relying on lift in this general area. The air pressure was fluctuating wildly as the ramjets fired near-super sonic air through their shrouds. He was only about twenty feet off the ground, so the Charon transport had any kind of priority in landing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 10:01 pm
[ Cognitive Genome ] Things were getting pretty rathin' heated. Ebris managed to pot shot one of the sumbitch robo zombies off the side, but he was missing the others, which in turn blew pretty nasty-sized holes in the size of the trailers. In conjunction with the insane noise the SI-7 cells made (which is what gave the Hellpistols their infamous "Carnosaur" moniker), they were truly weapons that anyone would not want to be hit with. 5 shots were wasted from his left Carnosaur - it was time to stop wasting shots and start firing a tad bit more smartly. Making sure that there was nothing ahead in the immediate vicinity to run into, Ebris bent out and began to take aimed shots at the guys. The bounty hunter would be able to get about 4 shots out at most before he heard a pretty unpleasant noise coming from his right - a quick glance revealed that they had some company in the form of some HUEG ZAMBEHS. "Oh rath." It wasn't hard to imagine those tanks would be able to take a lot of firepower, so a different course of action would need to be taken. Up ahead, something they could do to take care of them conveniently popped up. Those quaint little buildings would be very nice for dealing with them rathers on the side. Dropping his right Hellpistol, he grabbed the wheel and swirved to the right, coming right up against a farmhouse. Masonry and wood were ground up against the side of the truck, almost assuredly taking the robo zombies with parts of the truck's side. Hopefully Dzan would be able to hold on, or he'd get rathed. He was also counting on Ryke to deal with the one the roof. Time to deal with any more stragglers...until Ebris' peripherals caught something dead ahead. "Eh?" Why Ebris HAETS Athan #1 "GODDAMN BEAR!" Ebris would be treated to the sight of a rather hefty man piggy-backing a polar bear backwards full steam into a wall. The impact probably wouldn't be much for the bear with all of its fur and blubber padding, but it was definetly another story entirely for the wall, which now had such a huge hole in it that Poley was almost dropped a good twenty stories, had it not been choosing to place its paws on Athan's chest at the time of his surge and, as a result, was being held onto by the bigger man. "Heavy a**...piece of..." Assuming Ebris had decided to step into the elevator at that time, Athan simply huffed and bent forward before hooking his arms underneath the bear's hind legs. So just as he had left the elevator carting the bear on his back, he'd now be piggy-backing the massive animal up to his room. "Thirty-one." His floor number. As though this were just a completely normal situation. Why Ebris HAETS Athan #2 He was cut off in his pursuit when he took notice of the big guy from the elevator during the 'polar bear incident' nearly a week prior. It probably wouldn't have warranted much notice, if the guy wasn't cruising around in a raft sized for eight year olds and shorts for fat eight year olds. "Snkkrrt..." Athan tried to hold back the laughter. "BAHAHAHAHA!" He tossed his head back, and just let it all out. Why Ebris HAETS Athan #3 "--AHAHAHAHA" He couldn't help it, it was too hilarious. Then the majority of a sixpack caught him right upside the jaw and Athan snapped his head down, right hand clutching his chin as his laughter turned into an angry growl. Three of the five beers burst open on impact with the ground, soaking Athan's feet in the stuff while covering a number of nearby pool-goers in suds. "You son of a-" Athan was cut off by Ebris losing his balance and taking a nice dip in the water. He didn't laugh anymore, but the corner of his mouth raised up in a triumphant smirk. "Serves ya right, you b*****d. Wastin' good booze and makin' up words." Poor guy didn't even see Mr. Castle sneaking up on him. You could destroy Ebris' ice. You could make fun of his swim shorts. But you could never claim his vernacular was made up. "RATHIN' PISSSSSSSSSSSS!"  Today, Athan was going to find out what it was like to be chased around a city by an insane HUEG GAI in a Semi Truck. Fun times, indeed.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:38 pm
The fun that was the GodKingVahn Fah And time went on. Until an exploding man flew in. And how do you explain an exploding man? Very carefully.Vahn Fah "The screams... the proud screams of a tortured soul..." He raised himself up off his ill-begotten throne, locks of hair falling into place on either side of his face; that single yellow eye staring intently at the writhing mass of flesh and flame. "A tribute!" He swept his arm out to the side. "A tribute to the most glorious of all races-- Murmillion! Murmillion!!" He smiled grimly as he descended from his throne and came closer to the immolating figure. "However," He stared down, shaking his head as he unsheathed the elvensteel longsword from his blackened scabbard. "This will not do." He raised the blade high, point downward, and grasped in both hands-- before plunging the sword downward and into where the skull of the miserable pile of secrets would be, putting it to final rest. "You lack the proper dress, for an audience, with the GodKing." Apparently our hero had hit his head a bit much, after seeing the GodQueen side-step an explosion. Vahn Fah "No one denies the GodKing," He stalked towards the broken thing, blade in hand. "And lives to tell another deity about it." Vahn Fah "How disgraceful!" He watched as the broken body vanished through the side of the wall. Impressed, he wasn't, to say the least. "Tributes are not supposed to...un-tribute themselves!!" With sword in hand, the would-be GodKing steps forward and into the portal, aiming to see what exactly has been happening to the City. Vahn Fah Hitting his head after falling from the top of the semi-truck had made his real persona come back, and the GodKing went the way of the Mozz.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:42 pm
Kraun This is the part where the chimera catches up to Athan as he smashed a table over Ebris' back, having dropped everything in his hands to help make chasing after the guy easier. And just then, he'd be tackled right back through the door, straight towards Tzenidaar coming up behind him. But that's okay, seeing him coming, he planted his right foot forward to stop his own forward charge, his left hand stretching out and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of Athan's head. And with a pull, he twisted his body, right arm shooting up and around to uppercut Athan in the base of the spine and drive him upwards. And no, he didnt care if he was fully suited in armour. He did it nonetheless, shouting nonesense at the same time. "Where's my money, Steve?"
"OREEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" And well, then the two big men would still run straight into him, but that didnt really matter at all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 11:50 pm
STOAN KINGShouyin CRUNCH! Amidst all the chaos, one might notice not only that steady shaking and rumbling, but also the sick boom of something colliding with a wall. The hole that led back to the Irrigation Sewers might've been made larger by the various explosions that'd rocked it, but not large enough for what was coming.
CRUNCH! A final blow and the hole was ripped open, made into a gaping expanse through which something significantly large might fit itself.
Something significantly angry.
The Stone King came thundering through His new entrance, in ignorance not only of the circumstances He faced inside this new tunnel, but also in making any preamble as to His arrival. He was as tall as the sewer ceiling and almost as wide, and with every rumbling step He took pipes were shucked aside, bending like wire and bursting like balloons. Water would begin shooting out of the broken pipes in torrents, the Stone King raging and throwing His heavy-handed fists about haphazardly, aiming to catch anyone and anything in His way.
Including the TREATMENT MAIN. Shouyin The ******** is this? How long have I been here? Shouyin spun about, blinking wildly with surprise. What was all this s**t!? Who was this guy; where was he; where was everyone; why hadn't they left these sewers in so Goddamn long? It smelt like s**t!
"HAVE I BEEN ******** SLEEPING?" A giant arm thrust through the cab, which is apparently where Shouyin was sitting beside Spooky, aiming to attack his teammate and scare the s**t out of the guy who was poised directly next to said teammate.
"WHY THE ******** DIDN'T YOU GUYS WAKE ME UP? GET THE ******** OUT OF THIS TRUCK," the avatar screamed as he thrust his arms directly -through- the dashboard, stone and steel fists gripping pipes and wiring and the metal of the radiator and engine. Green eyes flared brilliantly, the black tendrils that made up the man's pupils twisting around violently as he focused on the machine and the mechanism which he was now connected to.
If the monster's arm remained inside the cab, it would swiftly be removed from its owner as the tractor sealed up around the earthen avatar, forming a giant protective machine shell of pure truck and RAGE.
"I AM ******** SICK OF THIS SEWER."
s**t.
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