Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169220 times)

LEFT GUYS
WHY U U ME

"I wonder if I should masturbate..."
4 HOURS LATER
"OH MY GOD, THAT WAS AMAZING."

LAWTY.
GO TO THE DAMN BANK ALREADY.


"I wonder if the bank has anything useful..." Jack Norton says, as he pulls a shrunken head he found, away from his black rod.
He dresses up and runs to the park, to kill a few zombies, out of boredom.

OKAY.
THEY'RE NOT ZOMBIES.
THEY'RE CRAZY PEOPLE.
THEY DON'T JUST LIMP AROUND IN RANDOM PLACES.

I walk into the vault. "Hello?".


"Oh, hello, how can I help you?"

"Am I talking to myself now? Why Am I talking to myself now? Whatever, "Voice", I'll call them zombies if I want, HAHA!".
Jack Norton quickly Discombobulates the "Zombie".

Bro.
They're hardly wondering outside in the open.
Even if they were it wouldn't be easy as my left ballsack to kill one.

"I see you guys found a working vault... does it have working facilities?".

"Now I'm calling myself a bro, and talking about ballsacks. Am I secretly gay?" Jack Norton says as he avoids the savage blade swings of the "Zombie".
"All you need is the proper tactics-"
Jack Norton says as he ducks one overhead jab:
"And the correct timing!"
He says as he jabs the thing in it's throat.
The thing falls over and groans in long antagonizing gasps of pain.
The thing isn't quite dead yet, so I kick it to death.

"Toilets, showers, sinks, lights and beds. I suggest you stay here, crazies are now aware that survivors are around and are starting to roam..."

"I see you guys found a working vault... does it have working facilities?".
"Yeah. And I bought some food," I say, placing emphasis on the word "bought".