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Jul 21, 2009 20:57:02 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 21, 2009 20:57:02 GMT -6
In commemoration of a small epiphany, I shall be returning to my roots. For those of you that have been around since before the dawn of time, that means I'll be doing this in the style of my very first cyoa as seen on Gfags. It too will take place in Willamette Parkview Mall but only because I've had a wave of nostalgia and in honor of the coming release of Dead Rising 2. Now our story begins.... Four hours. That's how long you've been stuck in this god forsaken hellhole of a shopping location. In this short amount of time, you've seen things that would make Vietnam veterans scurry for the safety of their parents' bed. Things that even sociopaths on death row would never have thought possible. Zombies, that's what you've seen. The walking dead, commonly referred to as the undead and many other aliases. The fact remains, the dead have come back to life and they've invaded the podunk town of Willamette, Colorado. You had thought a vacation from your hometown would do you some good, get away from all the nosie and monotonous work. "You'll have to go without me. Those redneck towns are always trouble." Your girlfriend had constantly told you. She believes in the occult and saw a psychic before deciding to go on your trips. "Only trouble awaits you in that town." She gotten from reading your palm. Now instead of a cubicle, I'm trapped with sweaty old men, bitchy women, and a crazy old woman in a mall infested with zombies. Oh yeah, this is my idea of a vaction. Your thoughts race back forth between this and the first confrontation you had with one of the undead. He had stumbled upon you while you were eating a bagel in Columbian Roastmasters of Paradise Plaza. You suspected he was sick so, being the curious person that you are, you asked him what was wrong. "Uuurgh." Had been his reply, his face covered with rotting flesh and an eyeball hanging out of its socket, connected to a thin strand of muscle. You had pushed him away and fled in fear, never looking back as screams began to fill the plaza. You banded together with several men, pushing your way to the Entrance Plaza. It was at that time the mall had entered lockdown, sealing all shutters in the area. Enter the present, with you leaning against a pillar looking toward the sky. The clouds roll by slowly, taking the shape of cute rabbits and dear, dear penguins. Ah penguins, lovely creatures that they are. After staring rather dimly at the clouds for several minutes, you decide to do something. The men you rallied from before are enlarging the barricade at the front doors, where many zombies have crammed themselves into a compact space. They aren't having any luck getting through the doors yet, but that may change at any time. The old lady is still petting her dog, worshipping it as though it were the embodiment of the second coming of Christ. You shake your head in disgust as she kisses the dog, almost inserting her tongue into its mouth. Two women are huddled together, one crying and the other attempting to comfort her. Her infuriating crying is beginning to drive you mad, she won't shut up. Another person, a young Hispanic woman, is looking at a poster on the wall. Her curves attract your eye more than once, creating a rising sensation in your lower regions. As you stretch and begin to walk around, you notice a new man has appeared. He is a photographer garbed in a jacket that would befit a hobo. You smirk as he walks by, flashing pictures of every person and object in sight. Vitality: 100% Apparel: ? Weapon (1 max): None Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 1 A) Tell the old woman to shut her damn mouth, the dog is actually the Antichrist anyway. B) Help finish the barricade, it needs another potted plant added to the mix. C) Assist the two women huddled together, you must shut the crying one up before you snap. D) Speak with the Hispanic woman, a fine figure like that shouldn't be left alone. E) Follow the photographer around, you find him rather amusing. F) Take a nap, nothing exciting is happening around here anyway. Z) CYOA
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Jul 21, 2009 21:00:26 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 21, 2009 21:00:26 GMT -6
A then E
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Jul 21, 2009 21:01:08 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 21, 2009 21:01:08 GMT -6
E. Follow the Frank, Follow the Frank, Follow the Frank.
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Jul 21, 2009 21:08:50 GMT -6
Post by darkdragon on Jul 21, 2009 21:08:50 GMT -6
A! A! A! @! @! @!
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Jul 21, 2009 22:07:47 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 21, 2009 22:07:47 GMT -6
Time to shut the old lady up, you crack your knuckles in preparation of this long awaited event. "Hey, old woman. Yeah, stop for a second." You call to her as you walk. "What, young man? I have to tend to my Madonna, she is descended from royalty you know." She says proudly, a smug look on her wrinkled, old face.
"Like I give a shit. I don't care if she was the present God gave to this green Earth when he had to take a dump. You need to shut up. You're driving me crazy with all baby talk you're using. A bit of friendly advice, shut it before I bust it." You growl into her face, Madonna barking wildly in response to your threat. "Aah!" She gives a shocked gasp that even Will's mom would proud of.
"How dare you?! Speaking to me like that. What gives you the right to threaten an elderly lady?" She glares at you through her cheap sunglasses, intent on belittling you as a young person. You ball up your fist in anger, scratching your ass because it itches in the process. Your hand rubs against a large hunting knife tucked into the space between your pants and boxers. How'd that get there? I don't remember ever grabbing a knife.
Regarding this weapon manifestation as an act of God, you wield it as you believe he would intend. You grab Lindsay and pull her, along with Madonna, under the stairs, hiding yourselves from the sight of everyone. "Listen up and listen good. If I hear another peep from you when I'm nearby, I'll slit this dog's tiny throat, which would stain that lovely white fur. Now then, I'm gald we've seen eye to eye." You remove your hand from her mouth, cocking an eyebrow as you await her response.
"Al-alright." Lindsay skulks away, holding Madonna tightly in her hands. The French poodle pants heavily from her grip, scratching to escape the embrace of the old woman. "Now then, what else is happening?" You mutter, stowing the knife in the position you found it. Better to keep it hidden so you can catch people by surprise.
"Hey, got a second?" The photographer asks you, ending his random picture taking. "I guess, how come?" You question, becoming suspicious for no rational reason. "I want to know what happened here. What are those things?" He points to the zombies encased within the tiny space behind the glass doors. "Zombies man, get with the times. The dead are walking and they want your brains. Or brain in your case" You chime, wondering how he hasn't come to this conclusion already.
"Zombies?! That's insane!" He exclaims, jumping back in surprise. "Believe what you want but I saw it with my own eyes. Men being devoured by what we suspected were cannibals at first. But then they arose after having their arms chewed off or half their faces eaten." You shake your head, crossing your arms while wondering how this happened in the first place.
"It seems pretty impossible but that's how what's happened." You yawn as he takes this in, coming to terms with the reality of the undead. "You're right, that is the only explanation. It just seem impossible, the dead coming back to life. If that's possible, there's no telling what else could happen." He chuckles, sending a chill down your spine. You feel as though his comment is foreshadowing terrible events to come.
After conversing a while longer, you learn his name is Frank West and that he has apparently covered wars, this you now know. "Okay Frank, it's been a nice chat but I'm pretty beat. Catch you later." You wave him off as he tries to get in another question, although you admire his persistence. It'll be wise to remember his name.
You see no sign of Lindsay nor Madonna, they must be on the second floor heeding your warning. Glimpsing over your shoulder, you see the Hispanic woman looking back forth as though she were watching for something. She begins to walk toward Al Fresca Plaza, the barrier of which is never came down.
She passes by a red button on the wall, a button which entrances you upon seeing it. It appears so round and red, its soft color beckoning you to press it. You somehow know that the performing of said action would bring you inexpressible joy, joy that only few are ever capable of experiencing. Ooh, wonder what that button does?!
Vitality: 100% Apparel: ? Weapon (1 max): Hunting knife Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 1
A) Tail the Hispanic woman, she might be up to no good.
B) Find Frank before following her, you might need support if she has sinister intentions.
C) Leave her be, it's her own fault if something happens to her.
D) Press the button, you can resist the urge no longer.
E) Tackle the Hispanic woman, you suspect she is packing heat.
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Jul 21, 2009 22:18:23 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2009 22:18:23 GMT -6
D then A
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Jul 21, 2009 22:21:34 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 21, 2009 22:21:34 GMT -6
D. But do it dramatically.
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Jul 21, 2009 23:16:01 GMT -6
Post by Veta on Jul 21, 2009 23:16:01 GMT -6
D, do it oh so dramaticly.
Also, this CYOA should stay away from all that Karma, bravery, good evil stats shit. And no new characters, please, stick to those from the game. You know, Burt, Aaron, and no character request.
Well, that's all imo. Not telling you how to run a CYOA, you're doing a mighty fine job there.
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Jul 21, 2009 23:46:49 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2009 23:46:49 GMT -6
An odd approach using the second person but I'll see how it goes. I suppose I'll have to vote A.
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Jul 22, 2009 9:51:15 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 22, 2009 9:51:15 GMT -6
"Aaaah, press the button." You drone as you stroll in a daze toward the red object. "And how are you, beautiful?" You ask it oh so gently, placing your elbow on the wall to make you appear nonchalant. Embossed in large, white letters the button reads, "Press Me."
"What that's darling, you'd like me to press you? No foreplay?" You chuckle, running your finger around the length of the button. "I like your legs." You whisper softly, gripping it with your hand. The button is large enough to fill the palm of your hand, slick to the touch and glistening with polish. "I can't stop thinking about you, baby." You wink at the button just as someone interrupts, intruding upon the time you are spending with your beloved.
"Hey, get away from there! That button's the emergency release." A fat man in a flannel shirt calls out. "Oh you mean..." You take your elbow off the wall, standing up straight. You raise your hand into the air, holding an open hand above your head to taunt him. "Thiiis button?" You slam your palm against the red beauty, raising an alarm that fills the plaza.
"The zombie containment lock down protocol has been disengaged. If there are any zombies in the area, prepare to die a slow and painful death. Have a nice afterlife and thank you for shopping at the Willamette Parkview Mall." A woman's voice chimes overhead, bringing the grim prospect of walking dead into the Entrance Plaza. All of the shutters in the plaza rise, offering no more protection from those areas. The glass doors shoot open with great force, destroying the hastily erected barricade.
You feel a warm sensation suddenly overcome your body, creating a well of joy within every orifice. "So this is what nirvana feels like." You bask in the glory of the feeling for a moment before death cries bring you back to reality. "What have you do-" The flannel man cries as a zombie tackles him. He attempts to escape but his hands are knocked aside, allowing the zombie easy access to his throat. It chomps into his flesh, ripping his jugular out with a single bite. Blood spurts everywhere as he bleeds out, the zombie still feasting on his body.
What have I done?! You brandish your hunting knife as the zombies flood into the Entrance Plaza, blocking access to the stairs in but a few seconds. An old man with a thick moustache becomes the next victim, a bloodcurdling scream escaping his lip as the zombies rip him apart. "What do we do?" A blonde yells behind you. She was the one comforting the crying woman from before, who is no longer beside here. "Dana? Oh my god, Dana!" She cries, pointing straight ahead.
Zombies are converging on Dana, who is in the fetal position. Her head is tucked into her knees, she would rather not stare death in the face. They have formed a circle that is three-quarters of the way complete, offering a small opening for her to escape through. She must hurry otherwise it will be too late. Damn, should I do something?
As you watch the zombies draw closer to her, you catch one last glimpse of the Hispanic woman. She watches solemnly from door leading to Al Fresca Plaza, preparing to leave. If I don't follow her, I might not find her again.
Vitality: 100% Apparel: ? Weapon (1 max): Hunting knife Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 1
A) Rush to her aid, you won't let a young woman die, will you?
B) Request assistance, you can't take on the zombie horde by yourself.
C) Leave Dana to her fate, follow the Hispanic woman, she appears to be very suspicious.
D) Tell the group of surivors to help Dana, you're following the Hispanic woman. She might need protection if she wanders off by herself.
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Jul 22, 2009 9:59:02 GMT -6
Post by cosby on Jul 22, 2009 9:59:02 GMT -6
C
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Jul 22, 2009 10:05:19 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 22, 2009 10:05:19 GMT -6
A...what the hell guys? Don't you know from old cartoons that buttons always ruin something?
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Jul 22, 2009 10:42:38 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2009 10:42:38 GMT -6
D
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Jul 22, 2009 12:04:58 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 22, 2009 12:04:58 GMT -6
D
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Jul 22, 2009 13:35:31 GMT -6
Post by Shark on Jul 22, 2009 13:35:31 GMT -6
D
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Post by blitz on Jul 22, 2009 13:50:16 GMT -6
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Jul 22, 2009 14:07:58 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 22, 2009 14:07:58 GMT -6
"Don't just stand there, somebody help her." You remark angrily as everyone else remains still. "W-what about you?" A man stutters from in the small crowd. "Sorry, but I've got other business to attend to." You give the group a small salute then sprint toward Al Fresca Plaza, which the Hispanic woman has already entered.
"All right, where'd you get off to beautiful?" You whisper to yourself, darting against the wall as you continue onward. You see her walking slowly until she stops in front of the jewelry store. Pulling a cell phone out of her pocket, she dials number swiftly, tapping her feet while waiting.
You peer around the corner of the Columbian Roastmasters, making sure to keep your visibility to a minimum. You can't make out what she is saying, she whispers into the phone. ".....All right, understood." You are able to hear at the end of the conversation. She flips the phone shut, sighs, and nods her head in disappointment. Wonder what they were talking about?
Without putting away her phone, she struts toward the Food Court, seemingly unaware of your presence. Thankful that you were able to remain hidden, you rush between stores, peeking out only when you are sure she isn't looking.
Her phone rings once more in front of Flexin' Gym, prompting her to stop and answer it. At this time, watching from the barren clothes store, you spy a lone zombie shambling in a circle. It catches sight of the woman, proceeding to make its way toward her. She is seemingly unaware as it draws closer, too focused on conversing with the person over the phone. The zombie is less than a foot away now, leaving little time to act. Vitality: 100% Apparel: ? Weapon (1 max): Hunting knife Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 1
A) Reveal yourself by attacking the zombie, it might grab her if you don't do something.
B) Shout a warning, you may not be able to reach her in time.
C) Don't say anything, perhaps she'll spot it in time.
D) Throw your knife at the zombie, hopefully you can kill with an accurate toss.
E) Attacking the zombie is suicide, move the woman out of the zombie's way by whatever means necessary.
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Jul 22, 2009 14:09:56 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 22, 2009 14:09:56 GMT -6
D
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Jul 22, 2009 14:10:10 GMT -6
Post by Shark on Jul 22, 2009 14:10:10 GMT -6
D. Thats some nnja shit
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Jul 22, 2009 14:35:18 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 22, 2009 14:35:18 GMT -6
All right, I've got one shot at this. Gotta make it count. You shift the knife in your hand, the blade now facing the ground. Taking very careful aim, you attempt to predict the knife's path with your free hand. You feel the breeze, which is blowing the direction of the zombie. The humidity is low, nothing to veer it toward the ground. The sun is shining and you are confident in your skill.
Stepping into view, you raise your right hand in front of your chest and sweep your arm through the air, releasing the knife at the center of your torso. It soars straight, never once spinning or moving off course. Due to your very precise aim, it embeds itself into its ear, penetrating the degraded skull and piercing its brain. The zombie moans weakily before falling to its knees, at which time the Hispanic woman twists around, gun in hand.
She is shocked to see the zombie kneeling before her, a knife protruding from its ear. "Wh....what?" She asks nobody in particular, exectuting the zombie at close range. "That was me." You say to her, waving from down the path. She instantly points aims the gun at your head, demanding to know why you followed her.
"I saw that you were coming this way by yourself so I followed you. I thought you might need some help, wandering around by yourself isn't too smart an idea right now." You chuckle nervously, eyes fixated on the steady barrel of the gun. "I didn't need your assistance, I knew it was there. I was just waiting until I could see the whites of its eyes." She barks, gesturing for you to get against the wall.
"I don't have any other weapons, I swear. That knife was the only armament I had." You say as she pats you down from head to toe. "Like what you feel?" You asks as when she reaches your arms. "Pig." She strikes you with the butt of her gun, annoyed by your ego. "Okay, okay no need to get rough. Although I like tough women, I don't feel like getting shot today." When she is done searching you, you put your back to the wall, locking eyes with her.
"Do you have a name or do I have to call you Femme Fatale?" You jest, allowing your eyes to make their way downward. "It's Isabella Keyes and eyes level." She moves the handgun between her chest and your eyes, blinking once to show she is serious. "All right, So are you going to shoot me now or take me as your prisoner?" You question, wondering why she is armed in in the first place.
"Well that depends, will you cooperate?" Isbella takes one step back, awaiting your response. "Cooperate with what?" You are beginning to wonder if following her was a good idea in the first place. "Just a simple yes or no." She pulls the hammer on the gun down, not leaving you much time to answer. Doesn't seem like I have much of a choice.
Vitality: 100% Apparel: ? Weapon (1 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 1
A) Oblige her, you aren't really in a position to do much else.
B) Refuse, whatever she wants, it can't be good.
C) Prod the subject a bit more, you might be able to convince her to reveal her plans.
D) Attempt to disarm her, she doesn't appear to be much of a fighter.
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Jul 22, 2009 14:41:23 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 22, 2009 14:41:23 GMT -6
C
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Jul 22, 2009 15:40:55 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 22, 2009 15:40:55 GMT -6
D! Bite her hand off.
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Jul 22, 2009 15:51:58 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2009 15:51:58 GMT -6
C then A
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Jul 22, 2009 17:37:41 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 22, 2009 17:37:41 GMT -6
D, snap her arm like a twig or something.
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Jul 22, 2009 21:43:12 GMT -6
Post by Veta on Jul 22, 2009 21:43:12 GMT -6
C.
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Jul 23, 2009 0:57:56 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 23, 2009 0:57:56 GMT -6
C
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Jul 23, 2009 6:25:26 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 23, 2009 6:25:26 GMT -6
D. If only just cuz.
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Jul 23, 2009 20:34:55 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 23, 2009 20:34:55 GMT -6
"Look it's simple, either tell me what I have to agree to or shoot me right here. It's not like I have anywhere else to go, there are zombies either way available to me. So just shoot me now, it'd save me the trouble." You lower your arms and yawn, attempting to appear as nonchalant as possible despite your rushing heart. Isbabella mutters something under her breath then releases the hammer.
"You have a point." She lowers the gun catiuosly, keeping both eyes locked onto you. "I won't do anything, I'm smart enough not to attack a person with a gun." You say, stroking your chin profoundly. "You've got balls AND a brain. Not a combination you see very often." She tells you. Her view of you has changed somewhat, you notice that she is looking at you differently. Oh yeah, no problem.
"A person here in the mall has a case that is very important. Now for complicated reasons, I can't tell you what is in said case but I can say it will change the very landscape of this mall." Her explanation is brief and concise. She must after a bomb. Oh please tell me I'm not going to be aiding a terrorist. "Fine. I'll help you." The two of you shake hands to seal the deal, Isabella's skin warm and soft to the touch.
"You'll need this, I can't have you covering my back with just your fists." She reaches into her shirt, retrieving a handgun for you. "What else do you have in there? Mind if I take a look?" You joke. "Only if you'd like a foot between your legs." She replies, beaming falsely at you. "All right then, I'm good." You whistle while taking the gun, gripping your private parts as it is painful to just think about what she said.
Isabella guides you to Paradise Plaza by navigating through the Food Court into the park, the path back through the Entrance Plaza has too many zombies swarming it. "Don't fire at any zombies unless you have to, I don't have much ammo." She warns, checking her own remaining bullets. "Got it. I won't fire unless they're right at my throat." You reply. You feel somewhat uneasy about all this but you are in too deep to back out now.
Both of you enter Paradise Plaza stealthily, making the least amount of noise possible. This plaza is relatively clear of zombies though that won't last for long. "In Colby's Movieland. It's his base of sorts. Keep your head low and do exactly as I do, don't fire until you see a man in a white robe." Isabella takes off down the red carpet, leaving you with many questions that require answering.
You follow the Hispanic woman reluctantly into the theater. The lobby is quiet and deserted, plastic cups and buckets of popcorn littering the floor. Dead bodies dot the purple carpet as well, they are the lucky few to not have come back. Only hours ago people had been going about their daily lives, enjoying life as they knew best. To see this tragic site is almost too much for you, you choke back a single tear that had begun to form.
"Back here!" Isabella pulls you into the gift shop as a person comes out of one of the cinemas, he is clad in a yellow raincoat. "Is that the guy?" You whisper as he strolls into the lobby. "No, that is simply one of his followers. They're part of a cult." She replies softly. A cult?! This is getting out of hand. If it is a bomb, we have to get that case at all costs.
The man stretches his arms and yawns before going back into the cinema. "Come on." Isabella leads you down the hallway, making sure the man has turned his back. You follow him into the darkened cinema where the seats are empty.
"There he is." She points to a man in front of the screen, he is elderly and has on a white robe with a red design. It appears to be an eye though you can't tell in the dark. "We're going to make our way up the rows and ambush him when I give the signal. I can't stress the importance of remaining hidden." With that, Isabella goes first. She darts over the seats, never making a sound as she arrives at her desired location.
You gulp as you prepare to go next, pondering what might happen if you are caught.
Vitality: 85% Apparel: ? Weapon (1 max): Handgun Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 1
A) Try moving as Isabella did, over the seats to avoid entering the aisle.
B) Move down the aisle, you aren't as nimble as the thin Latina.
C) Stay where you are, a few of the men in raincoats are beginning to move throughout the cinema.
D) Head back out of the door, you are in over your head here.
E) Fire at the man in the robe, you might be able to hit him from the back of the cinema.
F) Throw your gun aside and shout to reveal you mean no harm, perhaps you can all just get along?
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Jul 23, 2009 21:34:54 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2009 21:34:54 GMT -6
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Jul 23, 2009 22:09:05 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 23, 2009 22:09:05 GMT -6
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