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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 11:01 pm
The sweet scent of brains, the shuffling of his feet and the burning of his stomach - wait, burning? Zombie Bones's heavy eyes blinked quickly. Perhaps his hunger was burning a hole into his side from lack of decent, solid tissue to block away his stomach acids... or maybe...
No, he was on fire.
Lifting an arm slowly he stared at the fire as it increased, amazed at the delayed reaction of the rotting flesh. For the moment between curiosity and pain he stared at the creator of such a display. "Grhnnnn..." He groaned while observed and cringed at the smell, as it was surely something awful, or as he could imagine since there was still no clarity to what body functions still worked.
A horse.
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A familiar horse.
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"d4mm17 J1m, 1 H47E h0R5EZ."
That would be the last thing Zombie Bones would say as the flames engulfed him completely, tossing him back through a whirlwind of pain. He heard the popping from his melting suit and felt deep and inner pain searing him like a freshly cut steak. To think after all that I didn't get dinner, I was dinner.
And then all went black.
[ Exiting to death thread for cocktails and some light conversation including how to cross to the next plain of existence and what you should do when you get there. ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 11:17 pm
ZombE-1 blinked as the four-legged shaped drew near. That- that looked familiar. It wasn't as important as braaaaaaiins obviously, but where had she seen it before?
And then, fire.
"()|/|9!!!!1!//7|=?!|-|@@@@xxxXxxx045!" ZombE-1 flailed helplessly as the flames consumed her. Finally, her charcoal body fell the ground.
[E-1 exiting to Death Lounge!]
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 11:32 pm
The Zombie who had once been called A-Eleven was lumbering down the path with still one thing on her mind. Brains! She was going to get them.
Even when the ground started shaking, she tried to continue forward, but between swaying and her bum leg, she fell over. She was far too absorbed in getting back up (must keep moving towards brains!) to hear the horse's words, but she got to her knees just in time to see the beast.
In the back of her mind, a memory flashed. Another giant horse, a horse that had--
Fire! Fire! The other horse had fire, and this one did, too. The zombie flailed. She would get no brains today. Today there was only fire. And burning. Fire and burning, until there was nothing but a still, blackened corpse in the field.
[A-Eleven exiting back to the Death Lounge!]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 2:26 am
Beta Seven (zombie version) had been moving in a straight down down her chosen route in a rather mindless member; she wasn't even trying to make a joke of the situation. She just wanted to satisfy her hunger for brains.
8R41N$$$$$$$$$-
WAIT, WHAT NOW?!
As the ground shook, she was thrown immediately on her side and flailed as much as a zombie could to try to get up; who knew getting up could be so difficult without proper muscles? In the distance, she could see a couple of all too familiar horse-shapes as the sky darkened, and she groaned as one of them came closer, "Graghhhhhhhhhhhhh." This was followed by a lot of gesturing that would probably appear as '*************' in any decent PG-13 game. As the flames consumed her body, she once again found herself dead-dead. For good this time, probably.
[Beta Seven exiting to beyond the door. xD Since she had already left prior to this task.]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 9:50 am
E-12’s head lolled joyously upon her neck as the zombie shuffled towards the promised feast of brains. She slurped at a bit of rotten drool that crept from the corner of her slack jaw and cracked another huge grin.
She couldn’t see the danger ahead. The first sign of trouble should have been when she crashed into the zombie in front of her. If E-12 had maintained all use of her faculties she would have been concerned about the delay and eager to find out the cause. As it was, however, E-12 happily marched in place, waiting for her line buddy to continue on his way.
She didn’t see the fire before it was too late.
The last thought on her mind before the flames devoured her was of a plate of grey matter, slathered in maple syrup and icing sugar: the specialty at the International House of Brains.
[E-12 EXITING to the Death Lounge]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 1:24 pm
One moment he was limping behind E-7 in a rather unfashionable exhibit of uncontrollable limbs with the wish of devouring brains the next another damn like pony appeared sending a wave of fire across his path. He didn't stand a chance in avoiding the oncoming flames and the drool that seemed to pour from his lips couldn't keep him wet enough from being consumed in it all. He really wished that those so called cursed being would just stop ruining all of his fun, but at least the air was filled with the rather delectable scent of fried chicken and brains.
Too bad he couldn't eat as he died.... again.
[Exiting to the Death Lounge yay!]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:03 pm
She had been moving down Route D complacently, tongue lolling, still hungry. Delta 6 didn't appreciate the sudden jolt that sent her sprawling on the ground, and she was about to object when the horse appeared. Another flaming horse? Her mind slowly cranked out a vague memory that flaming horses were bad. And they were. As she burnt up to a crisp in the fire that followed, her mouth opened and she tried to scream, but all that came out was a "GRAHHH."
[exiting to death lounge]
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:38 pm
"Guh Grahhhh....."
The horse. THOSE DAMN HORSES, WOULD THEY NEVER LET HIM BE!?
He guessed not. If he could run, he would, but this would not be the case. He was a zombie, and zombies didn't run as far as he knew.Eyes widening, he watched as the horse attack and then it was all gone. He was dead, again. AGAIN!
[Exiting to death lounge]
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:54 pm
The last time E-13 had died, the fact of the matter hadn't hit him until he was standing in the lounge.
This time, he saw it coming.
In the spray of fire, his squadmates lit up like the Fourth of July. He'd been in the mood for BBQ, and the smell was right. Human meat didn't smell any different from regular meat.
He wondered why he thought it would.
Maybe because his thoughts felt... fogged, but when the fire hit, they lit up too. At first it was just hot, hot, way too hot, hot until he couldn't tell if he was dry or wet or cold. It got dark fast, but he didn't die. Everything was in slow motion. Seconds dragged out and he knew it was taking too long. He could feel his skin sliding off. He was becoming a puddle.
And he was 1/3.
Great.
[exit to Death Lounge]
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