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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 10:10 am
((Spaz)) [By the way, if you read the Bulletin Board, you'd know that just typing < > would speed things up. Then we could just do <>, (58 ), <>, (58 ), (Zombie's turn), <>, etc. Unless you feel the need to improvise. Although. Attacking won't get you those headshots. It'll just speed it up.]
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 11:20 am
((I did read the bulletin board actually, it's just not my style to post that way.
Jesus, not even half its health is gone, and one hit will kill me?))
Spaz backed off and looked around for anything that might give him an edge. He'd never win at this rate.
"Kali, little help?" He pleaded, firing at the monster's head a third time.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 2:43 pm
{{Ah!! I'm sorry for dissapearing like that! xp Sorry x50}}
Kali's eyes widened and she looked around for something, ANYTHING to use to attack the thing. What could she use? The plant? Brian? Her eyes frantically searched the room, scanning everything. Finally, she remembered something hooked onto her hip. The Kotetsu blade... she slipped it from it's sheath and ran to help Spaz, hoping that she could be of at least a small amount of assistance.
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folchinator rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 9:09 pm
((Team 2))
[Sorry about the bitchiness...didn't realize it as I was typing.]
The shot slammed into the creature's face, breaking it's nose something awful and sending a large red stream out of the back of its head. This shotgun thing wasn't too shabby!
(58 damage)
Kali, rushing forward, prepared to do battle with the zombie, who seemed unaffected by the last blast to its head. Probably braced itself correctly this time.
The undead pest, now sensing a new, maybe less threatening foe, clenched his fists and buckled forward, emitting a long, painful hiss in her direction. Black smog poured out of its mouth and swirled precariously around her head, as if trying to enter her body by any possbile location...
<>
[Core=7]
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:02 am
((Kali))
Spiders. Millions of spiders. They came from everywhere, the walls, the zombie, your own body...they seemed to emanate from every part of the room, filling you with their high pitched squeals as they started to crawl all over you...hairy, spindled legs...dripping fangs...egg sacs ready to hatch in your ears and other orifices...they began to cover your whole body. You were drowning in spiders...black, unforgiving SPIDERS...
Any moment now, they would be dining on your flesh...
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((Spaz))
As the smog started seeping in to Kali's pores, he noticed a great...anxiety build up in her...she looked troubled, as if everything was unnatural...everything was an enemy...it was pretty unnerving to see her in such emotional turmoil, but well...they had to keep on fighting...she could handle herself, right?
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:12 am
{{...that is sick and twisted dude. Sick and twisted...}}
Kali let out an ear splitting shriek, curled up into a ball, and began to hyperventilate. Yes, she was indeed an arachnaphobic. She writhed and squirmed, lashing out at what she thought was the bugs as she had a freak out on the floor. She clawed at her face, her arms, sobbing and screaming the whole time. She hated them, HATED them. And it was...it was all...
It was all the zombie's fault!! He was grinning at her! Look at that stupid grin on his face! He was their evil spider over lord! Oh how she wanted to stab something through his decaying chest, rip off his arms and beat him with them, do something worthy of a life-sentence in jail!!
Pity she was busy hyperventalating...
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:47 am
((Spaz))
Heh heh heh...the zombie looked pleased with his work, and began to move towards Spaz, looking for a victim. He was closing in on the shotgun, which hadn't been pumped yet, and gripped its barrel with a leprous hand, chucking it against the wall with a half-faced grimace.
He got close...real close...and his dead eyes bored into Spaz's head...as if he was reading his thoughts...
His mouth lurched open...strings of tainted saliva oozing out and inbetween his greenish cavity...and you began to felt weak....air rushed past you...and you could see that he was...oh ******** was trying to suck the last of your life from you...
With Kali on the floor and you about to die...this wasn't looking very good.....
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BANG! BANG! BANG!
3 Shots - (Miss) (30) (30)
The creature stumbled backward, suddenly, letting its draining grasp loosen on Spaz. Blood shot out the back of its cranium, and it squealed with horror as it got a taste of its own medicine. But who...?
Brian jogged up beside Spaz, waking him from his entranced state. Waving a hand in front of his eyes, he yelled,
"Hellooooo? Spaz? Buddy? You there? Dud, Kali's almost passed out, so let's just kill this thing...*yawn* hah lawng wahs ah awt fahhh*yawwwnnnnn*? Woah. Sorry. So tired. Listen, I've fought these things before, in training. Keep plugging at the head. You're doing fine. Now that there's two of us, we can finish it...quick. I'll cover you while you grab your shotty, okay? Take it from the back. We'll do a little pincer maneuver, just don't shoot me, okay?"
He wasn't really making a decision...just quoting the Resistance handbook. That thing was the ******** bible.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 3:37 pm
Spaz snapped out of his daze and gave Brian a dumb grin.
"Hey Boss, you sleep more than a narcoleptic barber in a... wait, I already did that one. Did you meet our friend, Mr. Rotty McZombiedudebraineaterman?"
Following Brian's instructions, Spaz moved in a crouching run and scooped up the Boomstick, then pumped it one-handed as he quickly circled their boneheaded foe. Planting the stock firmly against his shoulder he took aim at the zombie's head and squeezed off a fourth shot, making sure Brian and Kali weren't in his line of fire.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 6:43 pm
((Brian))
Having only just woken from a dusty, desolate corner in a far too unfamiliar room, Brian definitely wasn't as agile as usual. He saw the pump of Spaz' kill-factory, however, and looked the zombie dead in the eye as he just sideswept the blow. The thing blew forward from the massive attack, and and endless gusher of blood spilled all over Brian's face and clothes...like a true fighter would have it. Flesh and brains shot out too, landing over near the completely incapacitated Kali. With one loud thump, the zombie dropped to his knees, ready to claim defeat.
(61 damage)
"Nice shootin', Tex."
Brian walked over to the doomed living dead. It was staring straight ahead, a grim(mer) expression creeping across its sullen face. Its eyes had been shot to bits by now, so Brian really had nothing much to look into as he bid the hellacious creature farewell. So he didn't.
BANG.
The bullet zoomed through the thing's forehead and straight into the floor, snapping its body upright for one final moment...
(26 damage)
And then it was over. Brian kicked the dead piece of s**t down to the floor, quickly pinched his nose, and searched the corpse. He'd wipe the blood off later...
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:39 pm
((Emerald))
"130982!!!!"
She screamed loudly from her cold, steel confine. His face...his twisted smile...his teeth...the ghost haunted her, swirled in her excruciating ********!!! HELP! I SWEAR, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! PLEASSEEEEEE!!!"
She gasped for air. The room was closing in on her. She dared not open her eyes, lest the iron claw around her midsection contract further and cut her to shreds. She was terrified, terrified, TERRIFIED of him! NO! SHE WOULD NOT TELL HIM HER POWER!!
God, she was probably bleeding internally by now. OH NO! What if her spleen ruptured? HER SPLEEN RUPTURED, OH CHRIST!
"I'm dying...please...just end it...I've already lost my spleen..."
And her mind. Ellisent had struck with fear - his favorite weapon - and struck hard. Being a hypochondriac, her own fear made her mental state exponentially worse, and devoured her conscious from the inside.
She was, in effect, killing herself. Gasping for life, like a fish out of water...
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folchinator rolled 1 12-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:42 pm
((Team 2))
He rummaged through the soaked pockets of the thing's pants...the shirt had proven useless, though the worm half-eaten by another worm was a pretty nice treat...
[Core = 12]
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:49 pm
((Team 2))
[ eek crit number 1 for me! ]
HAHA! YES! He felt something inside...ooh! Paper of some sort, and...hm. A syringe. He carefully pulled both items out, and searched the other side, but with no results. He quickly scanned the greenish bill in his hand, barely making out a maggot-bitten "50" on its upper left-hand corner. Sweet! He pocketed the cash, and looked closer at the syringe. It was filled with a white liquid...and had a small label near the end. Might as well have been mumbo jumbo, too.
"Sympathetic Nervous System Inhibitor...yeah...right...uhh, Spaz? Got any idea what a Sympathetic Nervous System is? And don't tell me it listens to your problems. Wait...it doesn't, does it? Not like I wouldn't know or anything, but...does it? Nah....
...Does it?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:53 pm
What the hell? Suddenly screams were filling the small area, claiming the space and leaving nothing for Vixen. She backed up into a wall and covered her ears, but she could not drown out what it was that Emerald was saying. She had to stop her. This was hurting Vixen's head and causing some rather undesired affects. On impulse she reached out to Emerald, grabbing both bound arms and talking as smooth and calm as she could manage.
"Emerald, he's not here. It's us. It's Skip and Vixen. We're here. Calm down, your spleen is fine, I think."
She waited a few meager seconds before replaying the drama in her head. 130982? What was that? Stupid numbers. Math was the devil. No, Ellisent had that authority at the moment, but math was up there with him, she was sure.
"Are you ok?"
If calm did not work, then she would have to resort to calamity, which rarely worked but was a bit enjoyable.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 7:57 pm
"Some pathetic, nervous Systems Analyst? Sounds like a nerd to me." Spaz remarked while reloading his shotgun. "Probably turns you into a D&D playing, pocket-protector wearing, pencil-necked computer geek with bad acne. And halitosis. And webbed toes. And a high score in Runescape."
He walked over to Kali, crouched next to her, and shook her gently by the shoulder.
"Um, you okay...?"
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:11 pm
((Team 1))
She just jerked her head from side to side, as if dodging every calm word that came out of Vixen's mouth. She continued screaming, and struggled as she did so.
"It's you, huh? THEN WE HAVE NO TIME! We must be...elevator...get out QUICK! HE'S COMING, ISN'T HE!? HE IS! DO IT. DO IT!!! NOW!!! 130982!!! YOU MUST! OR WE'LL ALL DIE!!"
In fact, she might have been somewhat right...they could all hear something rattling the elevator shaft now...and it didn't sound pleasant.
Emerald screamed even louder.
"IT'S HIM!! IT'S...oh, ******** me..."
..And was out again...
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