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Post by God Mike on Sept 12, 2011 8:56:33 GMT -7
"It works in the movies, right?" Keyword: Movies. Any chance to re-enact movie scenes, Mike took. He refused to allow common sense to stop him from playing action hero. That was all he needed to enter the city.
A sudden scream, that horrible, horrible scream, pierced the air, followed shortly by a gunshot. It wasn't a long scream, but it was still enough for Mike to jump in fright, aiming his guns around wildly with wide eyes. He hated those things!
"Fuck me," he heard Joe muttered, and Mike had to agree. Out of the buildings around them, zombies started coming, moaning and groaning. A good thing about the Screamers was that after Mike had heard their scream, there wasn't much that could scare him.
So, while Joe did his little panicked Run of Shame, Mike stayed on his tail, running almost lazily. The Screamer was dead, so he wasn't afraid of that anymore. Equally lazily, Mike fired a few rounds here and there at zombies that got a bit too close for comfort.
They reached the end of the street, and saw zombies wherever they looked. Mike clicked his tongue. Oh, Joe was never gonna hear the end of this... "We take chances inside," Joe said. "Or we go down into the sewers. Your call."
Mike squeezed off the last two shots in his right revolver, then the last shot in his left, before holstering them and taking out his shotgun. "Well, I think-" he started, but Joe suddenly took off, accompanied by another roar from that Fucker. Mike twitched. "Oh, sure, ask my opinion and then ignore it... Well, fuck you too, then..." he muttered, before taking off after Joe.
Showing off his superior physical prowess, Mike ran straight past Joe toward the building. However, he didn't go for the door. Instead, he ran straight over to a drain pipe, and started climbing. "I choose up!" he said with a laugh. "Worked in D.C. after all!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Sept 12, 2011 11:22:24 GMT -7
Joe ran, but he saw Mike run past him, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "Cheeky bastard." "I choose up!" Joe looked at Mike, who had jumped up onto a drain pipe. "Worked in D.C. after all!" "Two can play at that game," Joe said with a chuckle, slinging the rifle across his shoulder. He looked to the sides, and saw no other choice. He spotted a dumpster next to a series of windows. Leaping up on the dumpster, he jumped up to the first window. Sliding over, he managed to climb up to another window. Then another window, until Joe was level with Mike. Joe leaped to another window, and bashed it open. He climbed through the now open window, and sighed in relief. He walked around the office the window had belonged to sighed. He had lost his cigarette on the run. Pulling out his pistol, he opened the door. Aiming down the hallway, he made a hand gesture to follow him.
No more than two steps in, he had turned a corner, and was, consequentially, shot in the leg. His eyes widened as he stumbled back, not bothering to bite back the large string of curses he let forth in English, Irish, and Chinese. Taking off his bag, he pulled out a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his leg, only bothering to stop the bleeding. The wound was through and through, but it still hurt like a bitch.
"Motherfucker," Joe said as he stood up. He grabbed his pistol and fired several shots around the corner, hopefully killing the bastard who shot him. After a few seconds, he heard something that made him swear even more.
"Exterminate! EXTERRMINAAAATE!" "God fucking dammit!" Joe yelled as he limped around the corner, seeing something that he hated oh so much at the moment.
A life-sized Dalek, equipped with a rifle instead of it's "laser gun", full of bullet holes. It couldn't fire it's weapon anymore, but it still kept saying that damned phrase they always did. "EXTERRMINAAAATE!" "Oh shut the fuck up!" Joe yelled at the thing. "Can't believe I was shot down by a motherfucking toy." Joe looked over at Mike before he limped past the busted thing. He saw a silhouette to his right, and he pointed at the Dalek. "Are you the one who set this thing up?!"
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Post by SobeitOnion on Sept 16, 2011 23:28:12 GMT -7
It had been a routine day. Check the cameras, check the chemicals, restock the traps, feed the Dalek extra bullets, and prepare for the usual excursion. Mauricio had fulfilled his chores when, from the security room in which he lived, he noticed on the screens something he hadn't seen in a long while. People. Mauricio assumed they were intruders no doubt, much like the drifters and fanatics that blew through Canterbury, no home, no goal, only going through life as selfishly as possible.
"Goddamit." Mauricio muttered as he saw them approaching his home, the IP building formerly owned by Zyrkon Inc. He grabbed his Armsel Striker, and saw them climbing up the side of the building. "These guys really want to piss me off..." He said as he headed off. At least he had the added bonus of having prepared a multitude of traps in advance for such occasions.
As he got to the floor level, he heard gunshots followed by his beloved Skar uttering "Exterminate" loudly. Mauricio rounded the corner and walked silently, only his trench coat rustling slightly. There were two men in the building, one who had obviously been shot by his sentry.
"Can't believe I was shot down by a motherfucking toy. Are you the one who set this thing up?!" The stranger, who had been shot in the foot, exclaimed. Mauricio was holding his weapon in their direction. His expression was serious as he stated, "It's a prop from the show, not a toy." There was a pause filled with the still screaming Dalek. He casually aimed his shotgun at it and fired two shells into it's metal body, silencing it for good. He returned his aim at them and answered, "So what if I am? Plus, I'd like to know what the hell you guys want. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I'll let up my itchy trigger finger."
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Post by God Mike on Sept 17, 2011 7:17:18 GMT -7
Mike watched as Joe did his little gymnastics show, climbing up the side of the building. Honestly, Mike wanted to go up on the roof, but Joe seemed to have a different idea, climbing into an open window. Big mistake, in Mike's opinion, but then again, Mike's opinion wasn't exactly trustworthy...
This time, it was, however, and Mike heard rifle fire from the window Joe had disappeared into. Showing off his prowess to the stiff-legged zombies below, Mike jumped to the side from the drain pipe, straight toward the open window. Catching the window ledge and hauling himself in, he was met with an empty office. Humming, he headed out of it, and saw something very amusing.
Joe was on the ground, clutching a bullet wound in his leg, and the shooter was... a robot... So, Mike did the only thing he could think of doing. He burst out laughing, loudly. He pointed at Joe as if Joe's pain was the most hilarious thing he'd ever seen. After all, how many people get shot by a toy with a gun?
"EXTERRMINAAAATE!"
Mike turned to the robot-thingy-something-or-other, his laughter dying down, but a grin still on his face. Moving over to the robot, he gave it the Vulcan salute. "Na-Nu, Na-Nu, little metal dude!" he greeted happily. "All your base are belong to us, bro, so I need you to stop shooting at my meatbag friend over there."
"Can't believe I was shot down by a motherfucking toy. Are you the one who set this thing up?!" Mike blinked when he heard Joe speak. Looking around, he saw someone around the corner, someone he'd never seen before. Then again, Mike had never been in Canterbury, so it wasn't strange that he hadn't seen him before... So why did Mike think it was strange that he hadn't seen him before? He looked kinda... familiar...
"It's a prop from the show, not a toy," the new guy spoke, and Mike narrowed his eyes. Something about this guy just rubbed him the wrong way, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was... "So what if I am? Plus, I'd like to know what the hell you guys want. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I'll let up my itchy trigger finger."
Looking the man over, Mike's eyes widened. "AAAH! I recognize you!" he exclaimed suddenly and started flipping back over to Joe to hide behind his friend. "Rick Astley! Look out, Joe! Beware the Rick Roll!"
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Post by Generalfoley on Sept 18, 2011 13:38:42 GMT -7
Joe holstered his pistol and sighed at Michael's laughing. Alright, he deserved it. Kind of. But he really didn't have to point, did he? Joe saw Mike walk up to the Dalek, and greet it with the Vulcan sign. "Na-Nu, Na-Nu, little metal dude!" Oh sweet Christ... "All your base are belong to us, bro, so I need you to stop shooting at my meatbag friend over there." Great, now he was making Sci-Fi references. Just perfect. Joe saw the man with the trench coat, but what got his attention was his large gun.
Wait... That didn't come out right...
"It's a prop from the show, not a toy." Michael looked at the Dalek, then back at the man. "You managed to make a prop that needed a man inside to move it around become mobile for anywhere but stairs, armed it with a," Joe checked his bullet wound. "Point 22 LR gun, and made it a trap that sensed motion for it to fire it's weapon, and yell it's catchphrase while it did it?" Well, Joe looked at the man, then nodded. "Impressive."
"So what if I am? Plus, I'd like to know what the hell you guys want. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I'll let up my itchy trigger finger." "Well you see, we were in the neighborhood, a swarm intercepted us, and-" Joe was cut off by Mike and his girlish scream. Sorry, scream of manliness, that's what Mike would call it.
"AAAH! I recognize you!" Now Joe was confused. Even more-so when Mike flipped behind Joe, cowering behind him. "Rick Astley! Look out, Joe! Beware the Rick Roll!" Joe looked at the man, then at Mike. Then back at the man, then at Mike again. Limping away from the man who was so afraid of an internet meme, Joe looked at the man. "Now, before I was interrupted by his girlish scream," Joe looked over at Mike. "Sorry, manly scream," Joe turned back to the man. "We were attacked by a swarm of Commons, and climbed in here to wait until they went away." Joe limped over to the man and held out his hand.
"Joe, Joe McManus. Sorry for killing your robot." Joe motioned to Mike. "And that's," Joe sighed as he said this. He knew Mike would never live this down. "Howlin' Mad Mike," Joe said through clenched teeth. "Can you let us stay here for the next couple of hours? At least until the zombies dissipate and my leg's properly patched up."
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Post by SobeitOnion on Sept 18, 2011 22:26:35 GMT -7
Mauricio was still pointing his shotgun at them, trying to listen to the wounded man explain something when he was cut off by the other guys scream. "AAAH! I recognize you! Rick Astley! Look out, Joe! Beware the Rick Roll!" To be honest, he had never heard a man shriek, er, yell like that before. He flashed a troll smile, Mauricio knew this man was a denizen of the Internets. A fact that made him lower his weapon slightly, just slightly.
The wounded man, who was apparently just as as startled, continued, "Now, before I was interrupted by his girlish scream, sorry, manly scream," he motioned to the other guy, "We were attacked by a swarm of Commons, and climbed in here to wait until they went away." Mauricio nodded, the song by Rick Astley was beginning to loop itself infinitely.
The wounded one went on, "Joe, Joe McManus. Sorry for killing your robot. And that's, Howlin' Mad Mike." Mauricio looked over at Mike, and said, "So much for 'never giving you up', eh Mike?" He smiled, "Letting him plunge into what could have been his death, seems like you let him down by running around and deserting him." Rick Rolling! Mauricio loved the fact he could use this to gain some self satisfying Lulz.
Joe McManus furthered his case, "Can you let us stay here for the next couple of hours? At least until the zombies dissipate and my leg's properly patched up." Mauricio laughed for a moment, "Of course! Anyone who has spent many a derps on the Interwebz can stay for awhile," he placed his shotgun on his shoulders, "Sorry for Skar here messing up your foot, good security is good." Now that he thought about it, Skar wasn't just good security, he was the best model he built. And what? To be put out by his creator via two shotgun shells? Mauricio sighed, and thought to himself 'What Is Love?'
He motioned them to follow him, "We're just gonna head downstairs to the security room, there's plenty of room, medical supplies, Ramen instant noodles, and," he paused, "Internet."
As he began walking, a thought occurred to him, "Goddammit, I lost The Game!" Mauricio raised his arms in frustration. Well, it was almost a great day.
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Post by God Mike on Sept 19, 2011 9:33:04 GMT -7
"Now, before I was interrupted by his girlish scream, sorry, manly scream," Joe said, pointing at Mike, who scoffed. They may say whatever they wished. Mike lost his ability to shriek when he went through puberty. He couldn't shriek even for fun anymore... "We were attacked by a swarm of Commons, and climbed in here to wait until they went away."
Yeah, and see how well that went, Mike thought, suppressing a grin. If Joe hadn't jumped into the window, they'd be sitting on the roof right now, watching the clouds. "Joe, Joe McManus. Sorry for killing your robot. And that's, Howlin' Mad Mike."
A massive grin appeared on Mike's face, and he whooped loudly. "Hah! You said it! You said the name! It's official now!" he exclaimed, laughing. Sure, he might attract zombies, but even if he did, that robot dude had already made enough noise to attract them, so Mike didn't have to worry... too much... Then again, his mind had already drifted off to the A-Team, so he wasn't really capable of worrying.
"So much for 'never giving you up', eh Mike?" Rick Roll said, making Mike twitch. He said it... "Letting him plunge into what could have been his death, seems like you let him down by running around and deserting him."
"Hey, I was content as ever anyone was content just climbing up on the roof and waiting, then doing some kind of death dive down at the zombies," Mike said with a shrug. "Joe didn't really give me any warning as to what he was gonna do. If he was stupid enough to get shot by a robot, that's no fault of mine," he said easily, then snickered. "Damn amusing, though."
"Of course! Anyone who has spent many a derps on the Interwebz can stay for awhile," Rick Roll said, putting down his weapon. So, this dude was in the 'crazy' category of survivors. Mike would probably get along with him. "Sorry for Skar here messing up your foot, good security is good."
Mike snickered again at the mention of Joe's injury. "It's strange, really. Usually, I'm the one getting shot. Then again, I only get shot by real threats, not little robots with itchy trigger fingers," he commented, shrugging. "But I think I'll have to make up for my lack of bullet wounds soon, probably with a death-defying stunt."
Rick Roll gestured for them to follow him. "We're just gonna head downstairs to the security room, there's plenty of room, medical supplies, Ramen instant noodles, and, Internet." Mike immediately started following Rick Roll at the mention of instant ramen, but then blinked when Rickety Rollol suddenly stopped. "Goddammit, I lost The Game!"
Mike blinked. He'd heard that before, he was sure of it... Then, his eyes widened, and he snapped his fingers. "Aw, crap, I lost The Game, too..." he muttered, but then grinned widely, slapping Rickety Dickety Roller Bowler on the back. "So, Rick Roll, what do I call you?"
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Post by Generalfoley on Jan 23, 2012 14:41:33 GMT -7
"So much for 'never giving you up', eh Mike?" Joe chuckled. Unlike Mike, he had no fear of internet memes. In fact, he had embraced many, but practiced few. "Letting him plunge into what could have been his death, seems like you let him down by running around and deserting him." "Hey, I was content as ever anyone was content just climbing up on the roof and waiting, then doing some kind of death dive down at the zombies. Joe didn't really give me any warning as to what he was gonna do. If he was stupid enough to get shot by a robot, that's no fault of mine. Damn amusing, though."
Joe sighed, and nodded. "Yes yes, how karmic the justice is that I'm the one shot for once instead of you," He said in a rather sarcastic tone. "Of course! Anyone who has spent many a derps on the Interwebz can stay for awhile. Sorry for Skar here messing up your foot, good security is good." Joe nodded.
"Thanks, and nary a problem about m'leg. Unless it gets infected, then a problem shall be had." He leaned against the wall, hearing Mike say something. He wasn't really paying attention, thinking of this new face. He had a great amount of engineering prowess, both electrical and mechanical, and it was obvious that he could handle himself, at least with minor break ins with the undead. He knew that there hadn't been any Marauder presence around Canterbury for months, though, since the large amount of undead had surged the city.
"We're just gonna head downstairs to the security room, there's plenty of room, medical supplies, Ramen instant noodles, and, Internet." Of course Mike followed instantly at the sound of Ramen. He limped after the pair before the man stopped. "Goddammit, I lost The Game!" "Aw, crap, I lost The Game, too..." Joe groaned, and muttered something about him losing The Game as well. He was familiar with The Game, but not entirely. He wouldn't mutter this to the other two, though.
"So, Rick Roll, what do I call you?" Joe raised an eyebrow at this, nodding in agreement. If they were staying here - at least for a short time - they needed to know their host's name. It was only polite.
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