Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171664 times)

bad idea he's trying to roast me

fresh meat for us then noob

He started on the bridge when he decided to throw more bullets at me. His fleeing and my constant bouncing up and down due to my new limp wasn't helping. A bullet struck the side of my mask, leaving a small dent and ringing in my ears. I limped faster, puffing some fire every time he aimed his gun within 90 degrees of me.

I keep firing, feeling the heat of the flames, and running faster.
"Why... won't... you... run... out... of... gas...? WAIT! THAT'S IT!"
I aim at his tank and fire, causing a leak.

"Nooo stay here..." I put my head in his chest, "Please?"

I keep firing, feeling the heat of the flames, and running faster.
"Why... won't... you... run... out... of... gas...? WAIT! THAT'S IT!"
I aim at his tank and fire, causing a leak.
I plated the extra gasoline tank with metal for a reason. The gasoline I'm using to make flame right now is in the water gun I decked out so it wouldn't melt, and at the moment is impossible to hit.

"Fine, for you. Might be too dangerous either way." I start walking in with her

I plated the extra gasoline tank with metal for a reason. The gasoline I'm using to make flame right now is in the water gun I decked out so it wouldn't melt, and at the moment is impossible to hit.
forget
I keep firing at his head and chest.
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?!"

My helmet takes another bullet, and I limp as fast as possible. I will make roast of you.


My helmet takes another bullet, and I limp as fast as possible. I will make roast of you.
I run towards the hospital, adrenalin pumping.
"ALEX, loving HELP ME!"

I jump around at the voice. "Wha? Than I saw the pyromaniac behind him about to burn him to death. HOLY stuff!" I grab Alix's hand and run inside.

I limp around a corner and watch him run into the hospital. "I will make that building an oven..." I hiss to myself as I begin limping towards it, flamethrower ready to burn it to the ground. I stop in front of it in the middle of the street and blow some fire up in the air as a warning.

"What the hell," I say, seeing the smoke and hearing Jeremy's cry. I pick up my rifle, looking at the source of the flame.

I take my chance and loose a volley of shots while he's stopped, hitting his other arm and leg, and other, more valuable, parts.

I run along, stunned.