Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169874 times)

Can I have an English translation OOC please? 

I said, "looks pretty bad." to the others.

Thanks.  I'm just going to be unconscious until later today.

I SHALL RAIN HELLFIRE UPON YOU UNFORTUNATE SOULS, FOR YOU HAVE ANGERED THE GODS.

Anyways, where were we?
« Last Edit: July 05, 2012, 01:44:14 PM by xxxxkill »

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Anyways, where were we?



What the flying forget?



What the flying forget?

Did not work quite as well as I'd hoped.
Forums does not like that unicode.
At all.

what a scrub

I'm currently scavenging stuff out of the cars we made our wall with and everyone else is sleeping. I found (insert name here) and brought him inside, unconscious, for the others to tend. Oh, and I'm pretty sure it's cold outside by now, right?
« Last Edit: July 05, 2012, 02:18:53 PM by Mikoyan »

I enter the room with the unconscious fool. "Hell is his problem?"

I walk in, looking over at the prone body. "Severe blunt force trauma to the chest region, sternum might me broken, several ribs must be broken, possibly the fifth, sixth, and seventh. Maybe the fourth and eighth as well. Ankle looks sprained."

"Is he going to make it?" I ask before taking a peek up at the sky. "Looks like there's going to be a storm soon."

"Maybe, if we do the exact right things."

Groan "Wha?"
"Where the heck am I?" 


"Of course I live.  Calm your nips," I say irritably.  "Now where the heck am I?" 
I take a peak around the room.  Nothing fancy. 
"GASP!  I'm in the motel!  I made it!" 

"Yes! You are! Now don't piss me off and make me put an ice-axe between your eyes."