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scott155

Post subject: Re: The Ctrl+V gamePosted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 8:47 pm

 

 

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And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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It was a cloudy gray day. The air smelled sweat, as it dose just before a storm. The worn paper and scattered trash crunched and crumbled beneath his tattered shoes. His torn frayed close ruined with sweat and blood ( some his but mostly others ) hung off his gaunt malnourished form. The eyes in head were bleak as they gazed at the abandoned bindings. About half were chard from long ago fires but they all looked as dead as there foamier occupants must be by now. In the background he could hear the screaming rower of oncoming horde of these beyond death. The blood from the bite on his arm flowed down his arm past the mangled pipe he held and on to cracked pavement. He then turned to the face the battle he knew he could never win.

He stared at them, the "rejuvenated" most looked ether dead or well on there way to being the same, but some the first ones looked like beauty in it's purist form. The more excited ones sprinted for him but were torn in half. The raiser wire he set up could only hold off ten or so of the rejens but it helped to slow them down, they would be distracted by the blood. All was with the blood. It would only slow them down for but a minuet this was not the flesh they needed. Using the opportunity he grabbed a bag from off his belt and throw it a deep in to the mass of madness. He hated to think of what they had to do to get this stuff but he couldn't argue with results... At lest not for long. The rejens swarmed around the smell with savage intent. This would keep them occupied for 5 minutes, he only had 3 more bags. 20 minutes was all he had left until he was "consumed" and the strangest thing was that he was not scared. His sacrifice didn't mean much, he was already a dead man walking and in more then one way but at lest he could give the rest an opportunity to live.

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And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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"Pretty woman" Roy Orbison- 1964

 

"Sexy bitch" Akon-2010

 

This is the kind of thing that makes me wish I were born in other age.

I have the perfect comeback. A Spaz-12.

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The future of gaming lies in realistic simulations of extraordinary realities

 

"I am drunk, you dont have an excuse"

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