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 Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:45 pm
(( OMG!! rofl ))
Zombie-Suza ran by a guy holding a hand grenade who was yelling loudly.
"Loud Noises!!!" She barked while stopping and pointing at him.
"Hey... where did you get that hand grenade?"
She asked politely out of curiousity before the man stopped yelling.
At the moment she pounced on him, sinking her teeth into his shoulder and clamping a cold hand over his mouth to muffle his screams.
As the grenade dropped to the ground below she dragged the unsuspecting man off into the darkness for her meal. twisted
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 5:52 pm
Crono watched it all from his tree house. "Punch her in the uvula!" he shouted. He then continued his explanation of what love is to his miniature panda.
"Well, it's sorta like...Gonna find my baby, gonna hold her tight. Gonna grab some afternoon delight! My motto's always been "when it's right, it's right." Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?" In the distance, a skyrocket took flight.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:00 pm
(( I love the new thread title. 3nodding ))
Meanwhile, in a distant, undisclosed location, a shaman wanders through a field to a sacred burial ground. He sets up his incence, burns a small pyre near the grave, and shakes a staff over a recent grave.
"A'rise, chicken. Chicken, a'rise," he commands in a thick Jamaican accent.
A zombie chicken pokes a rotting, mottley-feathered wing through the dirt, pulls itself from the ground, and immediately wanders off into the fire.
The shaman shakes his head sadly. "I lose too many chickens that way."
He then wanders off from when he came, probably to kill another chicken.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:05 pm
IceBlake (( I love the new thread title. 3nodding ))
Meanwhile, in a distant, undisclosed location, a shaman wanders through a field to a sacred burial ground. He sets up his incence, burns a small pyre near the grave, and shakes a staff over a recent grave.
"A'rise, chicken. Chicken, a'rise," he commands in a thick Jamaican accent.
A zombie chicken pokes a rotting, mottley-feathered wing through the dirt, pulls itself from the ground, and immediately wanders off into the fire.
The shaman shakes his head sadly. "I lose too many chickens that way."
He then wanders off from when he came, probably to kill another chicken. ((Thanks. And I love what totally appears to be an Aqua Teen reference.) Crono sighed. Sitting in a treehouse waiting to die an interesting life does not make. Taking careful aim, he lept from the tree and landed on a random zombie bearing a striking resemblance to George Romero (camero time! yay!). Taking hold of his zombie beating stick, he headed off into the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:14 pm
The thread met up with a greasy haired, red-coated zombie. A complicated and well choreographed sequence of dancing ensued.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:20 pm
(( Yez; 'twas. Also, we played Thriller in our Friday the 13th halftime. xD ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:23 pm
Haha, that's awesome. Did you have any dancers?
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 6:58 pm
Crono725 Haha, that's awesome. Did you have any dancers?
No matter how much it sucked watching our team lose 52-7, we still had a great time playing that show.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 10:32 pm
Using only his wits, Sign of Beating+4 and ability to become almost entirely naked, the Duckman has survived the zombie infection thus far. Tucked away in an alley, he looks at the tally mark on the back of his sign. 63. Thats the number of zombies he's nerfed so far.
Suddenly, he hears a shuffling sound nearby. He wall-jumps up the sides of the alley until he is 15 feet up. He sees the cause of the shuffling: another zombie. He waits until the oppourtune moment, then drops directly on top of the zombie, spiked end of his Sign of Beating+4 first. 64.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:19 pm
I've totally run out of ideas. Someone say some stuff. Or take initiative. Me and leadership don't mix.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:43 pm
Mostly because he looks quite unapitizing the hideous abomination known as Duntada Man sits in the midle of a thick crowd of zombies. "The world smells funny."
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 12:51 pm
The Arb zomibe mumles something about cheese as it limps past Crono's treehouse
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