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halonachos wrote:Halon is thinking.

We need two chainsaws and another minigun, and maybe the grenade launcher to have a right and proper fest of bloody shenanigans.

Oh, and thank you silver fo not killing us all. YET YET!!!

Fixed.


Who gives a flying feth about the minigun? GATLING GUN IS BIGGER. WITH MOAR DAKKA.

Who can argue with that?

GODDAMNED LAG

Ah feth, someone else post..


Edit: Oh looksie it worked on the third post.

Tombstone and One Eye walked back into the main room at the front of the house.
Bonzo was still talking frantically about his chainsaws while Halon assured him, along with Dirty Dave, that he would have some soon.
Tombstone noticed that Jennifer was seated alone on a plush couch at the other end of the room,Bam Bam standing nearby,but not speaking to her.
The bikers inner alarm started to go off, "If Phoenix isn't with her" Tombstone thought " He may very well be up to no good."

Tombstone started to lean towards One Eye to tell him his thoughts,when the rear doors opened and Mr. Phoenix entered the room,Big Boy at his side.

The man smiled broadly at Tombstone.

" Ah Mr. Tombstone... I believe you had something you wished to discuss with me,yes?" Phoenix said slyly.

" In fact...I did." Answered Tombstone.

OOC: You know Fitzz, sometimes I swear that your the GM trying to get us all killed.

IC:

The attitude of the room quickly changed as the rear doors swung open, Halon and Dirty Dave had been consoling Bonzo about the missing chainsaws like a parent would their kid who just dropped his ice cream.

Now everyone was kind of hushed and it was like they were all in one of those John Wayne westerns when they were about to have a shoot out. Unfortunately, the color wasn't grainy enough to show that it was just all fake. This was the real deal here, Halon could almost tell it.

" Ah Mr. Tombstone... I believe you had something you wished to discuss with me,yes?" Phoenix said with a small crooked smile showing.

" In fact...I did." Answered Tombstone.

The room began to return to the way it was before, Bonzo crying out for his chainsaws and the others laughing at the table.

"Listen, I think we should all sit down for a sec." Halon said to Dirty Dave while taking a seat himself.

Dave just nodded and began to sit as well, the rest of the bikers were still laughing a little uneasily as the full realization of the situation hit them.

"Bonzo, sit over here." Halon said while pointing to another chair.

OOC: ..Me? trying to get us killed?...Naw,I'm just trying to keep things...lively.

Tombstone eyed Phoenix coldly,everything in him telling him to shoot this two faced feth down where he stood.

" I think we had a bit of a misunderstanding with some of your men earlier...out on the road." Tombstone said.

" Ah yes." Phoenix purred " Most unfortunate...it seems one of the men in my employment got a bit..nervous,and in the ensuing chaos...others lost sight of the mission objective...hence the exchange of gunfire...I found the news most distressing."

" No doubt you did: Tombstone replied " I would sincerely hope that there won't be any further misunderstandings...men getting nervous...it might be...most distressing for you again."

Phoenix stared at the biker,recognizing the implied threat.

" Oh,I assure you Mr. Tombstone...there will be no more..accidental shootings...you can count on that."

" I agree ...no more..accidental shooting" Tombstone grinned evilly at Mr.Phoenix.

" Then our business is done then?" Phoenix asked the biker raising an eyebrow.

" Not quite" Tombstone said " I'm willing to bet my life that you've got more men on the way...and..I'd strongly suggest that once they arrive you keep them on a short leash."

" Are you threatening me Mr. Tombstone?" Phoenix asked

" No sir." Tombstone smiled " I'm just trying to avoid any future...misunderstandings."

Bonzo stood up, suddenly serious as he could tell something was wrong, he walked over to Phoenix and leaned in very close, nearly touching as he leveled his gaze with him, his bodyguard visibly tensing. In a cold, calculated, brutal voice Bonzo said, all mental state forgotten and so quiet only Phoenix could hear it as he recoiled slightly from his stench of caked blood,

"You touch us, you try and kill us, you even think about it, and I'll slap you so fething hard it'll feel like you've just kissed a freight train, you hear me punk?"

In an equally cold voice, Phoenix replied, "I wouldn't think of such a thing, what makes you ponder about that?"

Growled back, baring his teeth slowly, showing the dried blood, the stains left from surviving the zombie outbreak, "I can just SmELl iT" As he drew back, Phoenix unable to hold the Clown's gaze, looked away, clearly troubled.

Big Boy suddenly jolted forward, aiming to grab Bonzo's shirt and probably beat his face in for revenge for even trying such a thing with his master, "What the feth you think you doing clown?" This was all he could get out before Bonzo turned and with a fluid punch, amplified with a bronzed knuckleduster pocketed from Pup earlier, he knocked the biker clean with a solid punch to the side of the head, he was out before he even got close to doing what he intended to do with the clown.

As Big Boy hit the floor, Tombestone simply looked at Phoenix, grinned maliciously and simply said, "Don't feth with the clown" As Bonzo returned to his table, tossing the knuckleduster back to a startled Pup and returning to an audience of stunned bikers.


OOC - By the way guys, I know this is a bit 'oo, err' post, so if you think something needs changing, just say.

"Holy crap." Halon heard Dirty dave say.

"Yeah, holy crap is right." Halon agreed still shocked at the acuity and well overall level of cojone displayed in that moment.

Tombstone turned slightly to look at Bonzo and Halon was prety sure he was wearing a gak eating grin on the inside. As long as no one pulled a gun it should've been alright. Hopefully no one would pull a gun, if someone did, the zombies would find human swiss cheese and human pate.

Meh.. Shadow's still a gurgling, incoherrant casualty at the moment..meh..

Upon seeing Big Boy topple to the floor,Bam Bam slid his hand into his leather jacket,grasping the butt of the .45 automatic he had holstered there.

Mr. Phoenix shook his head slightly at the biker,indicating for him to remain still,begrudgingly Bam Bam followed orders,but glared in Bonzos direction.

Inside,Phoenix was enraged,though he kept his calm facade up on the outside,he silently vowed to himself that he would see both Tombstone and that disgusting clown dead before he departed this house.

Hahaha! Looks like we're screwed Fitzz! Oh well, just have to find a way out of it, eh? ;D

Great Unclean One wrote:Hahaha! Looks like we're screwed Fitzz! Oh well, just have to find a way out of it, eh? ;D

We were always screwed.
There is never a way out.
We're only prolonging the inevitable.









BOOM 'EADSHOT CAT WILL EAT YOUR SOUL

You make a fair point, I think in conclusion that we can only consider ourselves in one position. Completely and utterly screwed.

Great Unclean One wrote:You make a fair point, I think in conclusion that we can only consider ourselves in one position. Completely and utterly screwed.

We're always completely and utterly scre-

Oh for f..... is this all you can come up with?

Great Unclean One wrote:Oh for f..... is this all you can come up with?

No..I have..other..things that will annoy you.. hehehe..

Fair enough.... you remind me too much of my friends.... O_O This worries me!

Great Unclean One wrote:Fair enough.... you remind me too much of my friends.... O_O This worries me!

Halon saw what had happened and decided he needed to help out with the situation. What he did next would either escalate the others to violence or help them simmer down.

Halon got up and walked to Tombstone.

"Hey, Tombstone," Halon said in a normal volume voice, he wanted that Phoenix guy to hear but not to think that he was threatening him, "if we have those things coming after us you think we should get the gun off the truck and bring it in here?"

Tombstone looked at Halon and something in his eyes told Halon that Tomb got the idea.

"We're guests in this house Halon, so we have to ask our host if its okay." Tombstone responded indifferently while nodding to Mr. Phoenix.

"Sir, would you mind if we brought it in, it could help in the long run?" Halon said politely and with as much faked respect the man deserved.

OOC: The only problem I see with taking the big gun off the truck is that when we have to bail out of the house (and we will)...it will leave the truck without it's Big Gun,as we won't have time to re bolt it when we're under siege by a thousand hungry zeds.

OOC - I agree..... maybe not such a good idea, have we got any smaller firearms in the truck we could bring inside?

FRIGGING..GODDAMNED..GATING GUN..RAAARGH


I have mentioned it about 20 times in the last couple of pages .

Contained

I thought perhaps if we do get attacked, why would we want to leave? I mean there's evidence that this place could hold out superbly in a siege, as it has already. I mean, the place has lots of open space to take out the dead long before they close the gap. In some ways a big mansion is better than Shadow's house considering each room can be used as a killzone for the undead. Am I the only one who thinks it'd be easier to hold position against the undeads instead of high tailing it at the first signs of an ugly mug in the vicinity?

Oh yeah, we'll just use our unlimited supplies of food.

We have one crate of rations/ready made meals, that won't last a week for everyone here.

Besides, Silver will eventually (and should) step in with an event, coinciding Phoenix's death with zombies and a bunch of other stuff.

Well Im sure the sudden appearance of the gang would suddenly deprive the mansion of all it's food reservations? I mean, they've been held up here for a while, and it's not likely they've been malnourished the entire time? I mean, c'mon use your head, a mansion designed to protect and keep people out of the public eye until whatever happened blows over isn't going to have one can of mouldy lima beans, is it?

And it hinted that the place had a gardener, so from that assumption, you can guess the place has had some live in people, so for this case, they'll have food to last them. So..

Nyaha!

And just to clarify, I hate Lima beans.

Yeah, but usually they'd have gone shopping every now an' then.
'sides I wanna get outta that mansion at some point.

Well im sure we will

But im not exactly warming to the idea of running from it at the first signs of trouble. It doesn't seem to be in character with the die hard attitude of the gang, and with your character dribbling brains and my desire to bring in a new character (Hog ( ) ) whose also crippled, it would be logically very difficult. However, a counter argument to this would of course be it would be easier to prepare to escape before the zombies starting besieging us. Hmmm.

Incidently Dark, I proper lol'd at the idea of a massive musclular biker going shopping. It's like seeing a man in a dressing gown (and nothing else *shuder* ) going for a run on a beach. Really obscure and slightly entertaining.

IC: Keira lay on the hard lumpy mattress, and tried to recall when she had ingested anti depressants. She couldn't remember, which really scared her. So she checked if she could remember everything. Her name was Keira, she was twenty two years old, she had been a nurse, she had ten fingers, could recite the alphabet and had been involved with...someone. A cold feeling of dread swept down her back. She had been going out with a man, who she had known for a long time, he had died recently, but she couldn't remember his name. It felt like he was slipping away from her, but Keira couldn't do anything about it. She desperately tried to recall what he looked like, but that too was draining slowly away. She remembered his smile, but that was about it. Keira began to cry, and desperately began to fumble through her belongings, until she found in her bag, a small picture. There was her, and...him. Just a face now, but she felt somehow attached too him. Clutching the picture to her chest, Keira slipped into a troubled sleep. Hog, from a nearby bed, got up slowly, and, with hands clutching his belly, he staggered over to where Keira slept. He smiled kindly at her, and put a blanket over her gently sleeping form.

"Night night, Keira." he crooned, before he made his way back to his bed.

The truck only has room for about six people in the cab - maybe another standing from the "sun hatch/gun hole". A few might be able to jump on the back I guess.. but unless we plan on leaving some people here, Silver better start killing. (Don't look at Shadow!)

Will post IC later.

That's kind of what I was thinking. We're SOL if the zombies come and they block us off from the truck and its MACHINE gun. Just doing it to annoy you now...

Back to the topic at hand, I would also guess that Mr. Phoenix has a garage attached to the house as he did have a couple of vehicles to attack us with so we could bring the truck indoors so you know, we don't have to worry about zombies biting our toes off before we can shut the doors of the truck.

So yeah, truck needs to get in the house. With or without the MACHINE gun attached.