Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 167576 times)

he gon rape us 2 def
mor lik u cuz we dident tryto kille him LOEL

mor lik u cuz we dident tryto kille him LOEL

Actually, by psychological evaluation, I have estimated that there's a 87.52% chance of him raping everybody to death
Except me
Because I'm old and have a rifle.
And will probably kill him.

Wowe STFU old cigarette! go to th grav alredy!
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"Well, do you suppose we should go looking for him?"


was i interacted with in any way

and where are you guys


Actually, by psychological evaluation, I have estimated that there's a 87.52% chance of him raping everybody to death
Except me
Because I'm old and have a rifle.
And will probably kill him.
And I'm young and have a rifle. And I'm the one who beat him.
So yeah.

timeskippin
I'm almost there.  50 meters.  40 30 20 10.  I walk in and bust open the safe.  Nothing.  I check the entire place and finally find the scope.  Heavens knows why he was, but a dead cop was holding it.  I attatch it and begin the long process of sighting and checking distance. 
And then I hit the target.  And again and again.  I'm ready. 

Now to find that hotel... 

uh oh
i call first shot

What?  I'm across the city.  What first shot?  I'm thinking logically right now but I'd already planned on going on a total cannibalistic killing spree.  I'll just start now.  

Is that a crazy or a survivor?  I don't care, I'm starving.  I take a shot and she drops.  Guess it wasn't a crazy.  I gut her and start a fire.  God I'm hungry.  When did this happen?  I begin gorging myself.  
The smell attracts a dog and I kill it with my knife.  I gut that too and cook it, but I don't eat.  I sling it over my shoulder and look for something else to kill.  I shoot birds, crazies, cats, dogs, even bugs.  Everything I see is killed.  

I'm full.  My hunger for killing and my normal hunger has been sated.  I grab the dog and the arm of a crazy and crawl under a desk in a nearby building and fall asleep immediately.  

Aw, nobody's on to see the carnage. 
« Last Edit: July 26, 2012, 05:28:15 PM by morningstar »

oof
really man
really

i love dogs

forget u for killing that dog i cry evrytime :'(

I wake up again with a start.  What have I done?  I should keep the dog, and the crazy arm's one heck of an ornament.  But alas, it should go.  I throw it across the street and lug the dog on my shoulder and begin the trek to the hotel.  I stop and throw three pain pills in my mouth and swallow quickly. 
And the walk begins. 

Me and my sidekick have almost made it to the hospital, but we notice some weird stuff. Half the buildings are torched and it looks like somebody started to cook up a human being. We decide it's best to go a different direction. We head off toward the ruins of the police station. It's getting a bit dark, so we head into an apartment and sip beers while the sun sets.

You know what I miss?
Shrugs
The good old army.
Questioning expression.
Should start a new one.
Stares sarcastically.
We need some order around here, army gives it.
Stares thoughtfully.
So you agree?
Contemplates for a minute and finally nods.

When the sun comes up we hit a small army surplus shop I know of, and it hasn't been raided too badly. We take some old camo army jackets and find a .22 pistol,  a few rounds of assorted callibur, and some solid knives. We arm up and sleep in a side room that night.

I found a gas station with the entire front of it burnt to a crisp. I ignored it and entered. There were a few unopened packages of candy left among the mess, so I stuffed my face with a few chocolate bars. There was a knife stuck into the counter. I pulled it out and looked at it. Would probably get one decent kill, other than that it was old. I walked out of the gas station and walked down the street. Down an alley, a garbage can fell over. Silence. I didn't take my eyes off the other two cans. I figured it was nothing, but at that very moment, a crazy threw the cans to the side and charged at me. I had no idea what happened, but when I opened my eyes, the crazy was on the ground bleeding, the knife stuck between his eyes. "...Did I just do that?"