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Mar 20, 2013 3:10:59 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 20, 2013 3:10:59 GMT -8
Hikal Crown of Pestilence- "Ohhh that sucks donkey cocks! Poor Ab-Dhur... That settles it. Fuck this noise. Let's go somewhere else. Preferably somewhere with less guns, and more hot dudes. Next time I'm definitely humping someone before I kill everyone. Gotta hurry before this body gets all rotten."
Jakil Voice of Mockery- "You're such a perv! Reeheeheehee! Ennyhoo... Hark, I see a light!"
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Mar 20, 2013 3:23:56 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 20, 2013 3:23:56 GMT -8
Hikal Crown of Pestilence- "I see it! That building just down the road. Let's go have a look-see. Last one there's got boiled eggs for tits! REE HEE HEE HEE!"
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Mar 20, 2013 3:32:02 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 20, 2013 3:32:02 GMT -8
Jakil Voice of Mockery- "And the winner just has rotting flesh for theirs. REE HEE HEE indeeEEED!" They done flew away.
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Mar 20, 2013 17:48:45 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 20, 2013 17:48:45 GMT -8
Moments later, the door to the stairwell popped open and Joe appeared. He kept the door in his hand, holding it open, and looked around wildly. Joe- "SETH?! SETH? WHERE ARE YOU?!" He looked around the side of the roof exit as quickly as he could, then ducked back inside.
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Mar 23, 2013 22:15:56 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 23, 2013 22:15:56 GMT -8
Seth looked down behind him at the ghosts below.
Don't you fucking do it....
He'd left the burning flare below to attempt to light his way up, so he definitely didn't need ghosts up in his shit. There were two flares in his pockets, but he needed all the hands he could to do this crazy shit. He remembered going 'bouldering' a year or two ago, back when he was going out with some white-boy fitness dork. What was it they said? He tried to secure his feet, and plan his route ahead, but there was only so much time, only so much strength, and only so long the rope would hold, perhaps. He tried to just forge ahead, even as his arms shook, and the wound on one of them pumped out blood to a shocking degree. His nosebleed had stopped, but blood still clogged up his sinuses, and his lungs burned and rattled.
Pace yourself, my ass...
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Mar 23, 2013 22:27:24 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Mar 23, 2013 22:27:24 GMT -8
The south roof felt like a weed-stinky nirvana, and though signs of chaos abounded, it was still. Gun shots sounded from somewhere toward Denny - muffled too. In a building?
The rain-gathering barrels had been tossed around as if by a giant hand. There were bloody drips and smears near the stair door and the lip of the roof overlooking Westlake.
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Mar 23, 2013 22:31:37 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 23, 2013 22:31:37 GMT -8
Seth collapsed on the wet roof floor for a moment, not even caring that it soaked through his sweaty, gory clothes even more. The sounds coming from below were of a total chaos. Screaming, guns firing, doors slamming and running. A four-foot metal pole leaned against the wall nearby, memorable as Tyrone's favored weapon. He let out a small grunt of despair, before thinking that he should worry about individuals later. He grabbed the pole and headed downstairs.
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Mar 23, 2013 23:49:15 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 23, 2013 23:49:15 GMT -8
Micah felt like he was falling upside-down. Had gravity just reversed? That seemed pretty feasible by now. He started rolling down rough tiles that scratched his skin. He picked up speed, and then, he felt free for a second.
Then, he fell hard into a weed garden.
It wasn't a long fall, but enough to knock the wind out of him momentarily. The flare bounced out of his hand, and rolled several feet away, still sparking pink.
The air was cold, and it was dark all around him. He was outside? Did he pass out? Was it all over? He took a moment to take in the sights, and realized, he was on the roof, laying in the weed patch in the dark. He must have rolled off the peak. But how had he gotten here? His head throbbed, and his ears were ringing.
He rolled over to look for the flare, and saw a horrifying, but familiar sight in front of it.
The feet hovered a few feet off the tile. He rolled away from them instinctively, and as he did, he saw the rest of the figure. A pale, bald, white man in a dark t-shirt, hovering. The man stared at him with a look of disgust. As he drew closer, the pain in Micah's head only increased. A sharp metallic welled up in his mouth-- blood.
??- "I saw you, coward. I know about you."
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Mar 24, 2013 16:11:37 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 24, 2013 16:11:37 GMT -8
Micah felt like he could vomit, vomit until there was nothing fucking left. It was all too fucking much. When would it end? Would it ever fucking end? Would he be better off jumping off the fucking roof? He'd just been sucked up through the it like some bit of lint in a vacuum. He was fucking covered from head to toe in blood, could it get any worse? Apparently it could. His body felt like a puppy stuck on a dryer, his head felt like a thousand angry dwarves were hitting it with mallets. No wonder they demon dead didn't want to posses him, who would? He eyed the nearby flare again before looking at the floating man. If there was ever a good time to piss yourself, it was now...fuck. Why him? He stared blinking and shivering in the night air at the bald man. The bloody taste made him feel like chundering even more but his body wasn't interested. In fact he found it hard to move at all. The spectre fuck was right, Coward. What if all these nose bleeds meant the ghosts had given him a head tumour? Fuck!! “S-saw what now? What the fuck do you know?” Oh god. That's right Micah piss off the angry ghost that pulled you through solid roof. Real fucking smart. What next? Shove your head in a zombie's mouth? He kept checking on the flare and prayed it'd stay lit.
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Mar 24, 2013 16:23:54 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 16:23:54 GMT -8
The ghost bobbed slightly off the ground, little drips of blood patting on the tile below. The sound of the din below was muted enough for that to be possible. The ghost's stare was hard to break away from, though the migraine made it difficult to focus on anything. ??- "You betrayed your brothers! I know... They thought you would have their back, but you didn't. You were afraid! I saw it. Such a pussy, how do you call yourself a man?" The ghost's voice was almost a parody of indignant rage. For a moment, he seemed like someone who was putting on an act of being 'hard'. Certainly, he wasn't physically intimidating, other than that hateful look. He was as skinny as Micah. His sneakered feet dangled limply above the ground.
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Mar 24, 2013 17:31:26 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 24, 2013 17:31:26 GMT -8
Was this the fucking spirit of cowards past? Micah struggled to order his thoughts, focus on something. He tried to stem the flow of blood with his hand, then his shirt. It was hard to tell what was old blood and new. "Call myself ... A man? Pussy? Those weren't my brothers. I..I .. I guess I use my vocal chords, although one could argue my lack of a vagina as solid fucking evidence. What the fuck would you call me? What's being a pussy got to do with not being a man?" Micah snuffed up a gush of blood before wiping it on his bloody shirt again. " You think you could turn this off? I don't fucking think I could lose too much more.."
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Mar 24, 2013 18:04:12 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 18:04:12 GMT -8
??- "Call you? I'd call you a mangina! F-fucking... white knighting for the Feminazis... J-just a foot-soldier for the Feminist infiltrated system. How could you let them down like that? Your brothers!"
The dangling ghost began to move toward Micah, like he was a piece of dry-cleaning on a rotating rack. The headache began to increase, like someone was slowly turning up the pain dial."I saw you, coward. I know.... Your brothers, you let them down."
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Mar 24, 2013 20:10:27 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 24, 2013 20:10:27 GMT -8
Micah tried to side step around the ghost like a cowboy at a rodeo, hopefully towards the flare. He felt as if his head was about to explode and the ranting ghost was not helping. Blood, blood, fucking blood. Micah wondered why he even bothered changing clothes these days, if it wasn't fucking blood it was some other fuck staining muck. They needed those lame arse ponchos that middle aged yuppies wore at festivals or some shit. He return his dwindling attention back to baldy. How could he distract him? Go for the soliquey fuck? He looked like a talker. Micah just wanted this night to fucking end already. "So why is your head is shaped like a fucking penis? What is it exactly that I fucking did? Do fucking tell me the errors of my ways."
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Mar 24, 2013 22:51:19 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 24, 2013 22:51:19 GMT -8
The ghost rotated as he walked around him, never letting that awful gaze drop. Micah was starting to feel woozy from blood loss and pain.
??- "What did you do? Don't act like you don't deserve this. I saw you, coward. You betrayed them, your brothers." As Micah circled the ghost, his feet began to feel like they were walking through snow. Wet, warm snow...? A quick glance down revealed that his feet were beginning to slip through a layer of soft meat that was formerly roof tile. Spreading out from the place the ghost hovered above, the roof was turning into bloody ground beef.
Suddenly the ghost was much closer, and a spectral hand grabbed his wrist. It felt real enough, oily and solid, but not the slightest warmth. The touch felt like corrosive acid.
??- "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about."
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Mar 24, 2013 23:35:01 GMT -8
Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 24, 2013 23:35:01 GMT -8
Micah stared in horror at the floor. Why hamburger meat? Micah was surprised it wasn't fucking steak and light beer. His searing arm felt like it was being melted off. “Fine, f-FUCK IT! Whatever THE FUCK you think I-I did, I d-did with FUCKING JOY IN MY PUSSY ARSE HEART!! I may be a f-fucking coward, but I'm an alive fucking coward. So fuck you, you d-dead fucking prick! Let me the fuck go!”
Micah tried to wrench himself free...
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