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Post by God Mike on Sept 10, 2011 13:40:53 GMT -7
"Man, this Canterbury tale has been going on for a long time..." Howlin' Mad Mike muttered to himself, sitting in a white room. I mean really white room. The walls were white, the floor was white, and the ceiling was white. It was so white that Mike could hardly even tell where the floor stopped and the walls started. All he had to go by was the counter with the coffee machine by one wall, a fridge by another, a bizarre painting of a Victorian-age woman dancing the Cha-Cha with a donkey on the third wall, and a door on the fourth wall.
"I'm getting cramps in my ass for sitting down so long, waiting for posts," Mike muttered to himself as he sipped his coffee. "Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, you know what I'm saying, right?" He laughed. "Yeah, of course you do." Then, Mike blinked, his face one of confusion. "Who am I talking to? For that matter, why am I talking to myself?"
Mike clicked his tongue as he looked down at himself. For some reason, he was dressed like Jack Sparrow, which looked very strange, since he had a shaved head and face. "As for that matter, why am I dressed like this? Did they spike the coffee?" Mike hummed and stared at his cup of coffee. Then, he shrugged and sipped it.
"Either way, damn good coffee," he muttered, and heard the door to the 'real world' opening. He looked up and grinned at the newcomer. "Oh, hello there! Come in, have a seat, coffee's still warm!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Sept 10, 2011 14:27:37 GMT -7
Joe had just entered, stretching. "Oh Christ," He said, walking over to the coffee machine. He took out a cup and poured himself some before sipping at the scalding liquid. That was when he noticed that there was someone else in the room. Joe looked over, and saw Mike... Dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow...
"Hey Mike," Joe said, heading over to the fridge. It was really cool for the Admins to make this board for them characters. Hell, they needed it. Opening the fridge, Joe looked around. Fruit salad, sandwich, beer, meatloaf... Hey! Joe pulled out a box and opened it, salivating at the sight of the variety of doughnuts inside. Pulling out a glazed doughnut, Joe put the box on the table. "Hey, check it out! The Admins left us some doughnuts!" Joe munched happily on his doughnut as he sipped his coffee. Swallowing his food, Joe took another look at Mike, and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, Mike, why are you dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow?" Joe munched on his doughnut some more before it was finished, and wiped his hands on a napkin. Though he noticed something off... He looked down, seeing he was in an attire that a serial killer or a fugitive would wear, a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and sneakers.
"Why the fuck am I dressed as Jason Bourne?!"
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Post by God Mike on Sept 10, 2011 14:39:13 GMT -7
"Hey Mike," Joe greeted, having, predictably, headed straight over to the coffee machine. Mike pressed his fingertips together in front of his face, and he would have looked much like an evil genius, had he not been dressed as a pirate. Joe was such a predictable character.
"Hey, check it out! The Admins left us some doughnuts!" Mike hummed as Joe dug in. Also predictable.
"Fuckers left out the onigiri, though. No respect for Oriental foods..." Mike muttered, shaking his head. It was probably Joe's operator who stocked the fridge. If it wasn't for Mike's awesome operator of awesomeness stocking the shelves with instant ramen, Mike would've gone slicey on someone.
"Hey, Mike, why are you dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow?" Mike just gave a hum as he stared down at his attire. "Why the fuck am I dressed as Jason Bourne?!"
"Why is this room painted white?" Mike asked. "Why is this a strange pocket dimension where we seem strangely aware of the fact that we're fictional characters? Why is there a painting of a woman dancing Cha-Cha with a donkey on the wall? Strange questions that have no answers," he spoke in a voice that made him sound like a wise old ninja master. "Questions with no answer should not be asked, lest your brain implode, grasshopper..."
Mike sipped his coffee, his posture switching from that of an ancient master to a snobby noble, then back again once he set down the cup. "So..." he started, leaning back in his chair. "...I think Erik might make an appearance soon. Probably in Canterbury."
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Post by SobeitOnion on Sept 10, 2011 20:46:36 GMT -7
"I stepped through the wrong door..." Mauricio said to himself as he closed the door behind him. It was white, too white. In fact, the whole darn place was a void of white, save the doors and pictures on the walls. But, that didn't bother him too much, for he saw off in the distance two figures: Jack Sparrow; and Jasone Bourne.
It truly was a peculiar sight for him to see, a pirate and a fugitive together, but then again, he was in a white room that made a faint welcoming hum. "What the hell, might as well go say hello." He walked towards them, hearing his trench coat rustle behind him.
As he approached, he heard the pirate say, "...I think Erik might make an appearance soon. Probably in Canterbury." That didn't sound good, Erik had a reputation of not being the safest persona to be around.
He stopped short of the fridge and said aloud, "I am Mauricio Florez! No introduction is needed, for you are Joe and Mike!!" He bowed down theatrically, the IED's clinking around in his coat pockets. "Oh, and by the way, I think it would be better if that gentleman made his re-debut at some other time," he said as a monocle popped on.
He popped open the fridge and found in the far back corner a drink to his liking. "Sweet! They have Leninade!" He slammed the fridge shut and commenced guzzling the carbonated beverage.
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Post by Generalfoley on Sept 12, 2011 0:01:38 GMT -7
"I am Mauricio Florez! No introduction is needed, for you are Joe and Mike!!" Joe jumped, almost spilling his coffee. He sighed in relief, before he looked at the new guy. "So you're that new kid the Admin's told us about." Joe chuckled as he reached for another doughnut, but decided against it. He took a sip of his coffee, and gestured to one of the empty seats. "Come on, sit down. And, you know... Stop being so cheerful." Joe shuddered. "It wigs me out." Joe didn't like overly-cheery people much. It was something that didn't fit in with him.
Taking another sip of his coffee, he sighed. "Man, I wish the Admins would actually come talk to us Face to Face instead of sending us those letters." Hell, calling them letters was an insult to letters. Joe sighed again, sipping a bit more of his coffee, now that it was actually cooling down. There was a silence before Joe sighed. He noticed that Mauricio was drinking... something. He said Leninade, right? Joe sighed, taking another sip of his coffee.
"So..." Joe said, putting down his coffee. "If this is the first time the Admin's thought about us... Why don't we get a TV?"
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Post by God Mike on Sept 12, 2011 1:47:41 GMT -7
"I am Mauricio Florez! No introduction is needed, for you are Joe and Mike!!" Mike blinked slowly, then turned his head to look at the new guy. "Oh, and by the way, I think it would be better if that gentleman made his re-debut at some other time," the new guy said, a monocle on his face. Mike would have wondered where he got the monocle, but then again, there he was, looking like Jack Sparrow... He snorted.
"Gentleman! Yeah, right!" Mike said with a laugh. As if Erik could ever be a gentleman. He'd probably cut open anyone who called him that.
"So you're that new kid the Admin's told us about." Mike blinked as he looked at Joe in confusion. "Come on, sit down. And, you know... Stop being so cheerful. It wigs me out."
"Haven't you read this guy's profile?" he asked, jutting his thumb over his shoulder to point at the new guy, who was drinking something called... Leninade? Commie! Although, he had to admit, Lenin had bitchin' facial hair. "He's 27... Why do you always talk as if you're a decade older than everyone around you? That's what I wanna know."
"So... If this is the first time the Admin's thought about us... Why don't we get a TV?"
Mike snorted. "Why the hell would we need a TV? We basically live inside a zombie movie. That's all the entertainment we need. So, Commirade!" he said, changing the topic immediately with a massive grin as he looked at their latest addition to the mindfuck that was Zombie-Land. "What's your opinion of Zombie-Land so far? Like it?"
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Post by SobeitOnion on Sept 13, 2011 21:09:52 GMT -7
Mauricio didn't get to hear much of what Joe said, he was rather absorbed in the feeling that accompanies a fine soft drink. What he did get to hear as he lowered his beverage was, "Come on, sit down. And, you know... Stop being so cheerful. It wigs me out."
Mauricio obliged, and responded "Well, come on, it's a clean, sterile, and undefined room. It's definitely a change of pace and ergo, a reason to be excited about." He looked at the box of donuts, and decided that one old fashioned glazed donut wouldn't hurt.
He sat there and politely heard them bantering. He intermittently took sips of his soda and bites of his donut. It was rather interesting to watch. Entertaining, even. But, Mike turned the attention of the conversation to him, "So, Commirade! What's your opinion of Zombie-Land so far? Like it?"
It took less than a heartbeat to respond, "It's definitely the place to be in, you're never short of lulz, and you can always count on things not going your way. And, when there are so many zombies, one can spend the time finding over 9000 ways to kill 'em. All in all, it's fucking awesome." He leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his drink; it wasn't often that one can be able to relax this well in Zombie Land.
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Post by Generalfoley on Oct 5, 2011 2:30:18 GMT -7
"Haven't you read this guy's profile?" Joe shrugged, sipping at his coffee. He had skimmed it, really. "He's 27... Why do you always talk as if you're a decade older than everyone around you? That's what I wanna know."
"I called him the new kid 'cause he's new!" Joe looked over at Mike. "And I talk like I'm older than everyone else because I'm smarter," Joe took a bite out of his doughnut. "I earned that right after I read the Library in New York." Ah, yes. Good times. Four months, it took him to read that entire library, and commit it to memory. By God, it was an aggravating four months. "Well, that and the fact that we've probably killed more zombies than he has, by far," That may have well been true. According to Mauricio's profile, he mostly stayed inside, protecting the Internet. Joe and Mike, they actively tried to stay out of trouble, and zombies always found them. Well, that was mostly Mike's fault, but it was Joe's fault for the Marauders.
"Well, come on, it's a clean, sterile, and undefined room. It's definitely a change of pace and ergo, a reason to be excited about." Alright, the kid had a point.
"Why the hell would we need a TV? We basically live inside a zombie movie. That's all the entertainment we need. So, Commirade!" Joe sighed. They never got a TV. Nor did he
"What's your opinion of Zombie-Land so far? Like it?" Joe turned to Mauricio, to see his response time; it was almost instantaneous. "It's definitely the place to be in, you're never short of lulz, and you can always count on things not going your way. And, when there are so many zombies, one can spend the time finding over 9000 ways to kill 'em. All in all, it's fucking awesome." Joe nodded. "Well, Mauricio, I think you'll fit in here just fine."
The room shifted and rumbled, almost as if an earthquake was occurring. Joe paid no mind, since he knew what it was. "Damn General," Joe said aloud, sipping the last of his coffee. "He's moving shit around again." Just because he was his character, didn't mean he had to like it. A new door appeared on the wall, and Joe raised an eyebrow. "Well... They must've put in new sub-boards,"
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