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OOC: I was just letting you live tbh! That or Silver could do an event! Guess we'll just sort this out.

BIC:
Shadow jumped left, smashing the door open and did a roll onto the ground, landing several metres away.

"Get out!" he screamed.

5..4..

AHh! Can't see my last post! But I know it's there.

But Ghosty you evil little ninja!

Oi! im just saying, this is a prime moment for a random event, otherwise people will just rp all there characters miraculously escaping with their lives, with Patrick surviving at the same time, to reload his 'nade launcher to fight again another day.

Should we cancel out the last couple of posts, and just continue from when patrick is infront of the pickup with Tombstomb yelling at Shadow to floor it? Sounds like a plan to me.

I mean, I never meant to start anything big, but hey seeing as it's happened..

WOOT I STARTED SOMETHING!!?!?!oNE!@!"!!!2!!




*pm's Silver*

Only reason I did it is because it looked like my death was imminent. And, TBH, saying you jumped away is false, as there is no way, they don't have a 5 second fuse, more like 3 seconds, and I landed on both of you LOL.

I'm fine with deleting the last couple of posts or something, its whatever.

What the hell have you guys been smoking? I don't know, I take my wife to a conference, sit in the car park reading for 4 hours, then bring her back again and you guys have done all sorts of strange things

To be honest, things are getting a little silly, so I am going to have to say that everyone is now IN THE CAR, having just JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW OF THE MALL.

No grenade pin pulling, no flying through the glass or anything like that.

Please guys/girls(?), I appreciate this is supposed to be fun, but let's not get stupid about it.

OOC:...WTF?!...I go to work..come home and find I have been shot and subsiquently blown up.. ,I can't leave you little scamps alone for a minute. ...

So..if I read Silver correctly we are..." In the Car (Truck),outside the mall"...is that correct?

OOC: I will just repost this,since it seems we are starting "at the mall" yet again.

BIC:

Tombstone ran for the truck,snapping a quick look over his shoulder to insure Jennifer was keeping up,she was mere feet behind.

The biker turned and fired his shotgun into a group of advancing ghouls,shreding flesh and bone and knocking several of them back..but dropping only one.

" well feth" Tombstone thought,and quickly slung his shotgun in favor of his 9mm pistols,he rapidly dropped several of the hungry dead with quick shots to the heads.

" Get in the fething truck" Tombstone yelled at Jennifer,who was busy fireing her own weapon into the ghouls.

" Relax Tombsy." she smirked at the biker and ran to the rear pasenger door,opening it and diving inside.

"Tombsy??!!" the biker laughed,as he placed a round through the eye of a drooling zombie.

Tombstone ran to the front pasenger door and turned again.

The sight was something out of a madmans dream,Bonzo was practicly dancing through the horde of zombies...heads,arms and inards flew in a crimson spray under his whirring blades.

Keria was dragging Tom along,both smashing ghouls out of their way,always under the protective eye of that clown.

Patrick had unleashed a hail of grenades,blowing a pathway through the zombies wich he happily danced through enjoying his art.

Halon had fired his weapon dry and went racing through the pile of blasted zombies,stomping the skulls of the ones who got a bit to close,he dove..landing with a thud in the rear of the truck,where he snatched up a weapon and poured fire into a mob of shambiling zombies.

" If I was a religious man" Tombstone thought " I'd swear I was in hell",this thought struck him as funny and he roared with laughter.

The Bikers laughter was cut off as he felt jaws clamp onto his arm.

" Mother Fether" Tombstone exclaimed as he turned staring at a small female zombie who was bitting at his leather covered arm.

Tombstone stared...and erupted into laughter.

The zombie was.. or had been, an elderly woman, "Like 20 years older than god" Tombstone thought,and while the virus may have got her up and moving about...it had not,thankfully,allowed her to regrow her teeth.

The elderly ghoul grabed weakly at the bikers arm and gummed his leather jacket covered arm,small smacking sound issueing from her toothless maw.

" Sorry granny" Tombstone grinned " The senior citizen special hasn't started yet."

He slung the aged zombie off with a contemptious ease and fired a round through her skull,blowing the tight bun of hair she wore loose like a brain covered party favor.

Tombstone shook his head,pulled a bandana from his pocket, cleaned the drool off of his sleeve,tossed the rag at the ruined face of the elderly zombie and climbed into the trucks front pasenger seat...Shadow was busy trying to hotwire the truck...the biker pulled his switchblade.

" You soilder boys and your difficult way of doing things". Tombstone grined.

The biker nudged Shadow out of his way,kicked the steering colum,breaking the key guard and slipped his switchblade into the housing...one twist and the engine roared to life.

" I would have gotten it" Shadow said a bit irritated.

" Yeah" Tombstone grinned " Of course we would have all had our asses eaten off by then".

Shadow stared at the biker " Feth you Easy ridder" he said.

Tombstone made kissing motions at Shadow and laughed .

" C'mon soilder boy...drive us to the promised land." the biker grinned....
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Patrick jumps in the back of the pickup, firing off his pistol into the approaching undead.

OOC: Okay, let me fix that.

IC:

Halon quickly snapped back to the real world. He saw Patrick looking longingly in the direction that the mall should've been in.

"Holy hell, craziest dream ever." Halon said aloud.

"Oh really, bout what?" Patrick said happily as it got his attention off of his dad.

Halon had to think quickly, telling the real dream may have sent the psycho into a frenzy and the back of a pick up truck is no place for a psycho to frenzy in.

"It was about the zombies and all, except that instead of them being the undead they were us and we were the undead." Halon muttered.

Patrick looked at him quizzically. Halon thought that he had per chance been caught lying.

"So you mean, we were the zombies and all dead and stuff?" Patrick asked.

"No, no like... well, you know how we call the zombies 'infected' right?" Halon asked, getting involved with his lie.

"Yeah." Patrick said dully.

"Well, in my dream the zombies looked the way they were, and we looked the way we did except we were the ones 'infected' so instead of us turning into zombies the zombies turned into us.". Halon continued, trying to gauge Patrick's response.

"Oh, I get it now. But that's not really crazy, this one time I..." Patrick began telling a story about a previous dream, but Halon was too busy thinking about how he had just saved the lives of everyone in the truck once again that he didn't pay attention. It was a good thing that Halon was well practiced in pretending to be interested in someone else's stories though.

OOC: Dream Sequence fixes all.

Tombstone closed his eyes,allowing his thoughts to drift,he could hear the frequent reports of various weapons as others cut through the walking dead to pile into the truck.

Over the gunfire he could hear Bonzos saws,whirring and cleaving...he smiled a bit.

Sitting besides him Shadow barked out commands,yelling for someone to hurry the feth up and get in the fething truck...Tombstone smiled a bit at that as well..He was starting to take a likeing to the soilder boy...well,as much as it was posiable for him to "like" any one.

He opened his eyes,still in thought.

" Could it really be just a bit over 24 hours since I was laying in a soft bed..enjoying Sabiannes company?" the biker thougt " Shame I offed her...seems fething pointless now"

He glanced out of the side window,several zombies were getting very close to the truck.

Tombstone rolled the window down.

" Hey Easy rider" Shadow said " bad idea...close the window"

" Just..." Tombstone drifted off,lost in thought.

The biker fired...sending a ghoul spiraling to the ground.

"Tombstone!" Shadow shouted " Button that opening man!"

"One..." the biker continued.

Another shot from tombstones 9mm...brains exited the back of a zombies skull.

" Close the fething window!!" Shadow yelled again.

" More.." Tombstone said.

He fired a third time...pulverizing the head of a zombie who had,in life,been a young boy of perhaps 10.

"Mother Fether!" Shadow said,obviously becoming quite angry.

Tombstone sighted on the final ghoul outside his window,the walking corpse wore the traditional suit and collar of a priest.

" Forgive me Father...for I have sinned" Tombstone wispered,he pulled the trigger...the zombie priest fell.

Tombstone rolled up the window.

Shadow glared at the Biker " What in the feth was all that about!!?" he yelled .

Tombstone turned to Shadow,his eyes blazed ..."Confession." the biker said.

Shadow eyed the biker for a long moment and spoke " You better not be going crazy too...we got enough of that gak already".

Tombstone shook his head,as if to clear it...his evil grin returned and he looked at Shadow " Me? Crazy?..only about you soilder boy."the biker laughed.

Shadow shook his head " Feth off" he half laughed.

"If you two are done chatting each other up" Jennifer spoke from behind them "Could we please get the feth out of here.".

Shadow threw the big truck into gear and roared away from the mall...

OOC: @ Halonachos

My last RP seems a bit out of sync with yours,however,if it's cool with you we can say that Halons conversation with Patrick takes place several minutes after the events in my last post...if your cool with that.

OOC: So, I will organize the story into this:

IC:
Tombstone ran for the truck,snapping a quick look over his shoulder to insure Jennifer was keeping up,she was mere feet behind.

The biker turned and fired his shotgun into a group of advancing ghouls,shreding flesh and bone and knocking several of them back..but dropping only one.

" well feth" Tombstone thought,and quickly slung his shotgun in favor of his 9mm pistols,he rapidly dropped several of the hungry dead with quick shots to the heads.

" Get in the fething truck" Tombstone yelled at Jennifer,who was busy fireing her own weapon into the ghouls.

" Relax Tombsy." she smirked at the biker and ran to the rear pasenger door,opening it and diving inside.

"Tombsy??!!" the biker laughed,as he placed a round through the eye of a drooling zombie.

Tombstone ran to the front pasenger door and turned again.

The sight was something out of a madmans dream,Bonzo was practicly dancing through the horde of zombies...heads,arms and inards flew in a crimson spray under his whirring blades.

Keria was dragging Tom along,both smashing ghouls out of their way,always under the protective eye of that clown.

Patrick had unleashed a hail of grenades,blowing a pathway through the zombies wich he happily danced through enjoying his art.

Halon had fired his weapon dry and went racing through the pile of blasted zombies,stomping the skulls of the ones who got a bit to close,he dove..landing with a thud in the rear of the truck,where he snatched up a weapon and poured fire into a mob of shambiling zombies.

" If I was a religious man" Tombstone thought " I'd swear I was in hell",this thought struck him as funny and he roared with laughter.

The Bikers laughter was cut off as he felt jaws clamp onto his arm.

" Mother Fether" Tombstone exclaimed as he turned staring at a small female zombie who was bitting at his leather covered arm.

Tombstone stared...and erupted into laughter.

The zombie was.. or had been, an elderly woman, "Like 20 years older than god" Tombstone thought,and while the virus may have got her up and moving about...it had not,thankfully,allowed her to regrow her teeth.

The elderly ghoul grabed weakly at the bikers arm and gummed his leather jacket covered arm,small smacking sound issueing from her toothless maw.

" Sorry granny" Tombstone grinned " The senior citizen special hasn't started yet."

He slung the aged zombie off with a contemptious ease and fired a round through her skull,blowing the tight bun of hair she wore loose like a brain covered party favor.

Tombstone shook his head,pulled a bandana from his pocket, cleaned the drool off of his sleeve,tossed the rag at the ruined face of the elderly zombie and climbed into the trucks front pasenger seat...Shadow was busy trying to hotwire the truck...the biker pulled his switchblade.

" You soilder boys and your difficult way of doing things". Tombstone grined.

The biker nudged Shadow out of his way,kicked the steering colum,breaking the key guard and slipped his switchblade into the housing...one twist and the engine roared to life.

" I would have gotten it" Shadow said a bit irritated.

" Yeah" Tombstone grinned " Of course we would have all had our asses eaten off by then".

Shadow stared at the biker " Feth you Easy ridder" he said.

Tombstone made kissing motions at Shadow and laughed .

" C'mon soilder boy...drive us to the promised land." the biker grinned....

Tombstone closed his eyes,allowing his thoughts to drift,he could hear the frequent reports of various weapons as others cut through the walking dead to pile into the truck.

Over the gunfire he could hear Bonzos saws,whirring and cleaving...he smiled a bit.

Sitting besides him Shadow barked out commands,yelling for someone to hurry the feth up and get in the fething truck...Tombstone smiled a bit at that as well..He was starting to take a likeing to the soilder boy...well,as much as it was posiable for him to "like" any one.

He opened his eyes,still in thought.

" Could it really be just a bit over 24 hours since I was laying in a soft bed..enjoying Sabiannes company?" the biker thougt " Shame I offed her...seems fething pointless now"

He glanced out of the side window,several zombies were getting very close to the truck.

Tombstone rolled the window down.

" Hey Easy rider" Shadow said " bad idea...close the window"

" Just..." Tombstone drifted off,lost in thought.

The biker fired...sending a ghoul spiraling to the ground.

"Tombstone!" Shadow shouted " Button that opening man!"

"One..." the biker continued.

Another shot from tombstones 9mm...brains exited the back of a zombies skull.

" Close the fething window!!" Shadow yelled again.

" More.." Tombstone said.

He fired a third time...pulverizing the head of a zombie who had,in life,been a young boy of perhaps 10.

"Mother Fether!" Shadow said,obviously becoming quite angry.

Tombstone sighted on the final ghoul outside his window,the walking corpse wore the traditional suit and collar of a priest.

" Forgive me Father...for I have sinned" Tombstone wispered,he pulled the trigger...the zombie priest fell.

Tombstone rolled up the window.

Shadow glared at the Biker " What in the feth was all that about!!?" he yelled .

Tombstone turned to Shadow,his eyes blazed ..."Confession." the biker said.

Shadow eyed the biker for a long moment and spoke " You better not be going crazy too...we got enough of that gak already".

Tombstone shook his head,as if to clear it...his evil grin returned and he looked at Shadow " Me? Crazy?..only about you soilder boy."the biker laughed.

Shadow shook his head " Feth off" he half laughed.

"If you two are done chatting each other up" Jennifer spoke from behind them "Could we please get the feth out of here.".

Shadow threw the big truck into gear and roared away from the mall...

Patrick was loving this. He was blasting away, the sheer deafening force of the grenades was astounding.

He stopped, and saw that the truck was moving, he ran for it, and just barely caught on to a handle on the back.

His feet were dragging, which was very dangerous, and he struggled to get them up on the back of the truck, but finally them into a "safe" position.

He fell in the back next to halon.

"Joint?" Patrick said as he extended his hand

Halon turned him down

"Smoke?"

Halon greedily accepted a cigarette.

Patrick sat on the back of the truck, reloading his grenade launcher. He had roughly 20 grenades left available for his launcher, but several handfuls more that were regular concussion hand grenades.

Halon took the cigarette, he looked at it for awhile and thought of several things.

"How badarse would he look if he had five o' clock shadow, was ripped, had an eyepatch and wasted zombies while standing in the back of a moving pick up truck" was one of them.

Halon lifted it up and let it flutter out of his hands.

"Never smoked," Halon said, "wouldn't want to end that streak now would I?" he said in a philosopher's manner.

The truck was pulling well ahead of the zombies and soon they would be out of the effective range of their weapons. There was a brief respite from all of the action so Halon layed back against the rear window of the driver's cab. The sky was a fantastic color as they raced towards wherever Shadow was taking them. The mall had actually caught fire from all of the shooting in the inside, maybe a tank of something or another got hit. It was probably one of Patrick's grenades though.

"A photographer's dream." Halon muttered while looking at the surreal blend of oily black leaking into the sky of blue shades and golden rays. The clouds forming holes that the sun penetrated as if shining a spotlight on certain places and things. It was an almost beautiful scene, if the whole zombie thing wasn't going on.

"I'll tell you why its beautiful, Halon, that's because the Art of explosions creates beautiful scenes" Patrick said

"You see before your eyes what fascinates me so much" Patrick chuckled

"And, probably because I was beaten as a child, to a drunk father" Patrick laughed, but stopped as he uttered the last few words

"My dad used to tell me I wouldn't be anything in life" Patrick said to Halon

"I guess I'm not, since all of you think I'm under some sort of madness" Patrick solemnly spoke

"Too bad, that" Patrick laughed hysterically

The grey pickup continued down the road. Shadow steered the vehicle round a corner.
"So where're you taking us, G.I. Joe?" Tombstone said.
"I've told you. My 'fortress'" He replied.
Tombstone grunted. "So I heard, but--"
"Then why don't you shutup?" Shadow snapped.
The biker glared at Shadow for a moment, fire in his eyes. The biker began to reach for his pistol, but thought better of it. Tombstone turned and looked over the seat.
"How're you feeling, sweetheart?" Tombstone asked Jennifer
"Feth off."
"Alright cupcake, temper, temper!" he mocked.
Jennifer raised her middle finger at the biker.
"Now, now, wouldn't want me to suddenly forget where your father is, would we?"
"You..stinking..son..of a b-" Jennifer stopped as the entire vehicle jumped, making Tombstone's head collide with the roof.
"Hey biker boy!" came a voice from above them. Tombstone looked up, to see the smiling face of Patrick.
"Should be wearing your seatbelt, biker boy!"
Tombstone breathed outwards heavily, then glanced at the speed - 60mph. He then slammed his foot down on the breaks, sending Patrick flying, his screams puncturing the silence.
"What the hell?" Shadow blurted out, turning to Tombstone.
"Run him over! While we have the chance!" The biker commanded.

----
Patrick groaned, and hauled himself up using the front of the bonnet, and brought out a grenade from his pocket and waved it at the window.
"Not so fast" he wheezed painfully.

Patrick pulled out his handgun, shooting at the car, hitting Tombstone in the cheek, as well as the chest twice.

He got hit in return in the left arm, as well as the stomach 4 times, but he crawled on the ground and ran for the car.

He jumped through the front window of the car, and pulled the pin of the grenade, dropping it in his backpack.

"ART.....IS AN EXPLOSION!" Patrick screamed into Tombstones eyes

Halon quickly snapped back to the real world. He saw Patrick looking longingly in the direction that the mall should've been in.

"Holy hell, craziest dream ever." Halon said aloud.

"Oh really, bout what?" Patrick said happily as it got his attention off of his dad.

Halon had to think quickly, telling the real dream may have sent the psycho into a frenzy and the back of a pick up truck is no place for a psycho to frenzy in.

"It was about the zombies and all, except that instead of them being the undead they were us and we were the undead." Halon muttered.

Patrick looked at him quizzically. Halon thought that he had per chance been caught lying.

"So you mean, we were the zombies and all dead and stuff?" Patrick asked.

"No, no like... well, you know how we call the zombies 'infected' right?" Halon asked, getting involved with his lie.

"Yeah." Patrick said dully.

"Well, in my dream the zombies looked the way they were, and we looked the way we did except we were the ones 'infected' so instead of us turning into zombies the zombies turned into us.". Halon continued, trying to gauge Patrick's response.

"Oh, I get it now. But that's not really crazy, this one time I..." Patrick began telling a story about a previous dream, but Halon was too busy thinking about how he had just saved the lives of everyone in the truck once again that he didn't pay attention. It was a good thing that Halon was well practiced in pretending to be interested in someone else's stories though.

OOC: A long post yes, but the story has been reorganized for the better in my own opinion. Hopefully this will also make it a bit easier to follow.

Appreciate it, mate, much easier to understand now.

Patrick then turned into a zombie raptor and flew into outerspace and ate all of the moonians before crystallizing into the shape of Chuck Norris's fist which launched the survivors on Earth into a tirade of Chuck Norris jokes that caused the heads of each zombie on Earth to asplode. The zombies then turned into a frothy, bubbly mixture and evaporated, making the sky zebra very, very sad.

End of RP.

O_o

IC - Bonzo sat in the back of the truck, watching the scene... "LooKS AlMoST LiKE A fUn FaaiR!" as he twirled his chainsaws on his fingers, humming "doo do dodododo do dooo do" (Top hat theme) as the truck sped off.

"ToO tHE BaT CaVE!"

I'm thinking there's one other crazy we may have to off.. :/

Eh, good that everything's been fixed now, nice one Halon

Dark, your avatar's broken.

Whaa?!! Looks fine to me, same old =I= that it's always been (for awhile, anyway). I did try changing it but the stupid file size is always too big.

Maybe I'm looking at it funny... nope, still looks like a white box with a red X in it.

Looks fine to me, Halon, maybe its just you?

Oh no, I see what this is. Its some kind of trick to make me think that I am crazy, perhaps too crazy to RP. You want to kill of my character, yeah that's it, but no for I now know your plans and they... are... FOILED!!!









In all seriousness, I think we need a random event.

Yeah, wait, no! I just need to get my ass in gear and RP the drive and getting to Shadow's fortress. Having breakfast atm, so I'll do that in a bit.

You eating cheerios?

No, never have done, probably never will do. Pancake.

*cough*heretic*cough*

*cough*brokenimage^*cough*

Nice try, but you aren't going to fool me twice.

No, seriously, your image is broken.

So's your avatar *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*