Post by Basil on Feb 22, 2010 16:42:24 GMT -6
Despite his best efforts, François's barricade made of rubber ducks and dildos wasn't holding. The door was made of thick, hard cock marble, and the nails were barely able to stay in place; nevertheless stand against a zombie. "Eh, why you all out there just moanin' and eh?" François heard someone from the lawn yell.(NUUU GOD-MODDING) "If you want to see Mr. Veta, you'd have to schedule an appointment... Eh. Okay, now shoo before I call the police, eh!" François froze, and he felt his hammer fall onto the floor. Tom, the Canadian security guard who Veta hired to open the gate if he was preoccupied, was not aware that the crowd was made, purely, up of mentally disfigured cannibals.
(I won't use Tom anymore because I don't want to control him, I know he's an NPC, but still, it's God-modding and God-modding is evil and shit)
There was a long pause. "Eh, you all still didn't hear me? ...Probaly a bunch-a Mexicans lookin' for work and don't speak no English, eh? Well, you all can come in and see Mr. Veta for a job, or somedin'. Let me just open the ga--" "-TOM, NO!" François bolted out of the door, and into the front lawn. He had-- no, he needed to find Tom
François did something while stuff happened.
Where is Tom? Must find him... I do not feel like wasting all of my .357s on a lot of freaks! And if Veta died, I'd lose all of my funding... Have to go live on ze streets. Suddenly, there was a loud bang-like noise, and the sound of metal moving. "-Okay, if y'all want to see Mr. Veta, you will all have ta-- Hey, what are y'all doing, eh? Get off of me! My-- AH! MY LEG, EH! GET THE HELL OFF OF M-- BLAH!" Nearly frozen in fear, François looked at the direction of Tom's screaming. To his utter horror, he noticed the gate was open, allowing a horde of freaks to pour in, and Tom lying on the ground: His leg dismembered, his torso cut open, and part of his head was missing. There were several people crouched at his body, also. But, instead of mourning, they were feasting on his flesh and eating his innards. It was the most disgusting scene François had ever seen in his entire life. "UGH! You-- you bastards killed Tom! He was my friend!" François said loudly in a sorrowful tone. " I... I... I WILL SHOW YOU WHO YOU'RE FUCKING WITH!"
François shouted some stuff before doing things and crap.
In an ironic change from sorrow to anger, François unholstered his Desert Eagle, and fired a shot at the horde.There was a satisfying crack!, and one of the cannibals fell to the ground a moment afterwards with a fresh hole in its head. The gunshot, however, grabbed the attention of the rest of rest of the horde, and all of them, even the ones feasting on Tom's half-destroyed body, started limping towards him. I know this sounds vile, but I really wish they finished [eating] Tom before deciding to get me. God, I am stupid... Well, better fall back to the house before and barricade before they get too close. François did something with his gun before doing some more stuff.
François thought. He then ran back to the front door, closed it shut, and then locked it. He then turned around, and yelled, "VETA! WHERE ARE YOU!? ZESE FREAKY BASTARDS BROKE THROUGH THE GATE, AND ZEY GOT TOM!" François ran somewhere, shouting stuff and was scared because scary things had happened.
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(I won't use Tom anymore because I don't want to control him, I know he's an NPC, but still, it's God-modding and God-modding is evil and shit)
François did something while stuff happened.
François shouted some stuff before doing things and crap.
In an ironic change from sorrow to anger, François unholstered his Desert Eagle, and fired a shot at the horde.
François thought. He then ran back to the front door, closed it shut, and then locked it. He then turned around, and yelled,
©2009, Roj the Sultan-Bartender, All Rights Reserved.