Well I fell asleep at my desk for like 4 hours. Out cold, face down on key board. Then I guess I hit some dream sleep and had a rash of horrible nightmares. really just flash backs and bad shit that I wish I could forget and never see. It's been taking its toll on me and missing more and more sleep leaves me more and more alienated to my friends and the world. I don't need sleep at night I need to get rid of the shit that makes my life a living hell when I sleep. I don't know where to begin because I've strayed away from the stuff that I know will scare me. Some of my nightmares may help with creativity but it's too much, it's too...intense. It's like someone somewhere flips a switch and things go to shit for me in a heart beat. I just want normal sleep, I just want things be great with no pain, misunderstandi
PEACEOUT!!!
Hmmm. normally I wouldn't post something like this but damn. it hit me.
ALWAYS REMEMBER:
1. Somebody is very proud of you.
2. Somebody is thinking of you.
3. Somebody is caring about you.
4. Somebody misses you.
5. Somebody wants to talk to you.
6. Somebody wants to be with you.
7. Somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
8. Somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
9. Somebody wants to hold your hand.
10. Somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
11. Somebody wants you to be happy.
12. Somebody is celebrating your successes.
13. Somebody wants to give you a gift.
14. Somebody thinks that you are a gift.
15. Somebody hopes you're not too cold, or too hot
16. Somebody wants to hug you.
17. Somebody loves you.
18. Somebody admires your strength.
19. Somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
20. Somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
21. Somebody wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun.
22. Somebody thinks the world of you.
23. Somebody wants to protect you.
24. Somebody would do anything for you.
25. Somebody wants to be forgiven by you.
26. Somebody is grateful for your forgiveness.
27. Somebody wants to laugh with you.
28. Somebody remembers you and wishes that you were there.
29. Somebody is praising God for you.
30. Somebody needs to know that your love for them is unconditional.
31. Somebody values your advice.
32. Somebody wants to tell you how much they care.
33. Somebody wants to share their dreams with you.
34. Somebody wants to hold you in their arms.
35. Somebody wants you to hold them in your arms.
36. Somebody treasures your spirit.
37. Somebody wishes they could stop time because of you.
38. Somebody praises God for your friendship and love.
39. Somebody can't wait to see you.
40. Somebody loves you for who you are.
41. Somebody loves the way you make them feel.
42. Somebody wants to be with you (forever and ever).
43. Somebody wants you to know they are there for you (always).
44. Somebody is glad that you're their friend.
45. Somebody wants to be your friend.
46. Somebody stayed up all night thinking about you.
47. Somebody is alive because of you.
48. Somebody is wishing that you noticed them.
49. Somebody wants to get to know you better.
50. Somebody wants to be near you.
51. Somebody misses your advice and guidance.
52. Somebody has faith in you.
53. Somebody trusts you...A lot.
54. Somebody needs your support.
55. Somebody needs you to have faith in them.
56. Somebody needs you to let them be your friend.
57.Somebody hears a song that reminds them of you.
58.Somebody will cry when they read this.
Well fucking hell guys. I never like rambling about my life unless I am talking to you face to face or over the phone. Yeah the phone kicks more ass than the IM for sure. So where is this ramble going to take me? I don't know but this is for sure, the Halo 2 tournament that I played in was fucking bogus. 4 teams tied for first and because of this foreign system of keeping tabs of games we got fucked out of any sort of prize. Then there was a second tournament and me and my friend raped on that. Nothing could touch us. So after juggernaughtin
Son of a bitch!!! I don't know anymore folks. I just don't know, perhaps it is true I am going insane but who knows for sure but the fuckers at the state hospita. And I am for sure not going. I need to record a demo within two weeks but I don't have a full band and the TRMU seems to frown upon the idea of someone being themselves and doing thier own thing which makes me frown on the inside hardcore. I got to professional but at the same time I say fuck it. It doesn't matter and people can't seem to connect the fucking dots when it comes to understanding me. Not everyone but most everyone. Yes I am ranting, who the fuck cares though, I could sure go for some whiskey right now. Damn loosing my I.D. :( Aww fuckity fuck fuckity fucking fuckers fucks. just me trying to be poetic with the word fuck. That word is used too much why don't people use bitch, or bastard those are two pretty cool words of curse. I am sick of hearing shit. It is just an unappealing curseword that lacks finesse. Shit. My point has been proven. I got to fire a .22 rifle yesterday. I have shitty accuracy but at least I can graze the targets I shoot at which can be a good thing. I need to train more using one. That would be awesome fo shizzle. Guns rock, people who are cool getting feed up and killing themselves with them is not cool. And now there's more dots to connect oh well. See you later folks I grow bored of this rant. PEACEOUT!!!
THis is something I rarely update. I don't know why, I probably should but I really don't see a point to it. For the most part my life seems to have been some sort of a joke that God or some higher being is pulling on me. Let me explain, I can meet new people but at the same time I find something new I lose something old. Then I apply for a job and even though I know how to work someone less skilled and less abled mentally gets the job. I play video games on the internet against people and going from Teh Pwnzers to the pwned. It seems my role in the world around me has switched positions. I don't know though, I was taught to embrace change but this kind of change is not something I am going to shift with this time. I DON'T like the way things are going so now I am going to go against the grain here. A way you can say this is standing in front of the tank. So if you anyone else reads this come stand in front of the tank with me and oppose this change for unfair things that we do not understand. We I think I am going to be a stereotypical rebel till I see otherwise to stop. PEACEOUT!!!
Today is going pretty cool so far. I will be working on Trash, Garbage and Refuse some more later on this evening and I am also working on a new song called Last Act Of Transgression.
So Saturday as in a few weeks back Saturday. I went to go hang out with one of my friends that I haven't seen in a while. His name is not important how he was acting was. So I get home from bullshiting with one of my other friends around 10pm then I am get called by my "friend" and I am like, "Hells fuckin' yeah lets hang out!" Big mistake. So he comes, gets me we meet up with his girl friend and then go back to his place. Like a million people show up but one dude in particular got my attention. He was tall wearing all black (band shirt whore!!!), with painted finger nails with a chains wrapped around his wrist. And the entire time he was there he was trying to act like a tough little bitch at first he wasn't saying anything. Then he started talking and immediately my ASSHAT Radar was picking up ASSHAT vibes. He less uncool when he wasn't speaking. Moving so I am there till about 3:30am and the entire time he is trying to justify the liking of crappy music and flawed philosophy and the entire I am sauced and I am managing to piss the dude off everytime he opens his mouth because it is fun to make fun of stupid people especially if they are bigger than you (It keeps you on your toes if you happen to get into a fight). He got pissy and then he got violent then in one swift move he goes to punch me. Well I wasn't there that fat dude talking shit to him just disappeared, where'd he go? That's what he was thinking before I planted my size 11 steel toe boot in his balls. He dropped to the ground and for the rest of his evening he lay there in complete misery up until the point where his friends collected him like a drop jacket and took their punk asses on home. Now normally I try not to instigate but if I am drunk things change and if I am thinking it I say it(usually). Needless to say I am banned indefinitely from being at any of my friends rad shindigs (note:sarcasm, his shindigs aren't rad they suck and rarely there is anyone worth talking to at them unless you count making fun of crappy assholes who think their the shit.)
So we came in third yesterday. We didn't win jack and shit even though we did better than the other 11 teams that were there. It is not that we weren't good it is that we didn't have enoguh experience for the massacre that happened in the semifinals. We had the lead for like 30 seconds then all of a sudden we were dying and then the game was over. I know that there will be a tournament next week and I know that I will do a better job first round, second round and third round and hppefully forth round. On another note I wrote part something to another short story series that I am calling Trash, Garbage and Refuse. It is about zombies and a garbage man. Give a look I think you guys will like it.
Yeah so I have been gone all weekend over to my friend eric's to practice for a Cash Halo 2 tournament that happens to be Teams. Anyways I think we have it I just hope that eric will be on top of his game by tuesday so that we may win cash and kick ass bigtime. I found out that one of our team members is gonna be on another team and although that may not be a big thing but it is because he now knows are strategy and tactics and might get eric to throw the game if we play against them. I hope not but that is a very big liability to us which can really cripple on down the line. I have been getting better a learning spawn points and killing people when they try to spawn kill me. I just hope that we play a whole bunch of easy money games so that way we can eliminate the heavy hitters from the top and steam roll the oppostion from each tournament after that. Remember when it comes to desperation in winning thrown honor, glory and fairness away and always keep your resolve so that you keep a level head. Welp that is it for my rant today PEACEOUT!!!
So today has gone good up until 15 minutes ago. My mom got pissed at me because I was on xbox live and CSI: Las Vegas was starting. So instead of saying could you please quit. She says, "Quit out! QUIT OUT NOW!!!" I being the relatively calm guy I am said, "Wait please this a ranked match and if I quit then I lose double points and my rank drops." She then said, "God DAMMIT! Don't make me UNPLUG the computer." She then proceeded to try and yank the controller out of my hands which in turn caused me to give away my position with the sniper rifle. That then got me and my entire team that I was backing up killed. She then threw it back at me and yelled more profanities. I told her to chill and pick the controller back up. I told her, "we are losing and it will be over in 45 seconds." I was right exactly 45 seconds later we were done for and the game was over. And I get hit over a fucking TV show. A TV SHOW!!! WTF!!! It isn't even that good of a TV show. I do not appreciate being threatened or hit and those two in combination with each other are more than grounds for an ass beating of epic proportions. I kept my cool though and finished the game. THen I went and did a few chores and got on my merry way. Now I set here fuming and bidding my time for the day that I can put her ass in a home. That will be punishment enough for the way I have been treated by her my entire life. Yeah I am a vengeful bastard but I happen to be a rather nice vengeful bastard at that.
So it's 1:37 AM and my mind feels like liquid jello. I have class tomorrow but for some crazy ass reason I can't sleep. Today I was talking to Ghoulina about goths not that I hate them but I am moderately unhappy that none of them share the same traditions that their Ostro and Visagoth ancestors do. I mean it isn't that hard to go wait in the Black Forest with furs, leather clothes and swords and axes for the Romans. Grant that you might be like 1000 years to late it doesn't matter. Eventually history will repeat itself so they are bound to find Romans to kill and people to be Barbaric to and stuff.
Yeah today I went to sleep at 5pm and woke up at around 1am. I am freaking tired as hell. Yesterday wasok considering that I spent most of it just sitting on my ass playing xbox live and drinking water. Man I have gotten freaking lazy. Oh well I will start kicking some ass soon enough.
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$1,951,470.00 yeah I am worth alot I guess. Anyways Yeah I figured I would take another stupid pointless because I have nothing better to do at the moment.
So far I am waiting until tomorrow then I get to see how shitty valentines day is for me. Let's that it won't be shitty for that will suck the balls big time.
Yeah lately I haven't been posting prfound thoughts as I have not had fuel to allow my passions to explode. It really doesn't matter I guess but at some point I am gonna get pissed then everyone will get to see my wrath upon idiots, jackasses and dick heads.
Yeah I plan on doing other stories that are better organized but at the moment CoS will have to do. ANd for all those who endured, enjoyed and read my writing. Thank You.
On an off topic. I have had a pretty badass weekend and I kicked much ass in Halo 2. I do need to start practicing my bass more along with working out more than twice a week.
Here is the last and final part 6. ENjoy. Although there isn't much character dialogue it still kicks ass.
Note this is a continuation of Part 4b and 5 in the Chronicles of Stupid.
Characters depicted here are all male.
Old Characters:Alv
So begins #6. The now reunited party stood their in shock and just stood there staring at Mongoose, the Deathclaw. Mongoose, the shadow of death. Mongoose, Lawrence's breadwinner in the Deathpits. Mongoose, the most feared by slave, slaver and spectator alike. And there it was charging from it's cage pissed off at the fact that it had been stirred from captivity by Charles. The creature loomed at least 12 feet tall and 6 feet wide. It's hide was a dark brown and scaled. It claws sharp as hell and capable of cutting through people like a hot knife through butter. It's teeth each a dagger in its mouth with a jaw capable of crushing a head like a child eating Captain Crunch.
The remaining Slavers knew what was coming and fled in every direction in hopes of escaping a massacre. The first dumbfuck slaver to make the mistake of running into the Deathclaw was snatched up like a ragdoll in the deathclaw massive left claw. The monster raised it's meal to it gargantuan maw. It bit down and pulled the poor dumb bastards head clean off of his shoulders. Which in turn left just some tendon and muscles where his head used to be located. All that was there then was blood spewing out of the new gap like lave from a volcano. The death claw swallowed the human head and threw the body aside like a children's plaything. And continued on in it's rampage for freedom. The next unfortunate sap was another slaver that was trying to sneak by the creature's right side unnoticed. Of course he failed his sneak check miserably. The Deathclaw took one swipe at the human and spilt the fucker in half across his gut. The body fell in half and intestines spilt everywhere like a pan of spaghetti simmered in blood sauce.
Ok broke out of his daze and took notice of what was happening. He raised his 10mm pistol and lets loose into the beast. There was only one problem the JHP did nothing to the Deathclaw but piss it off and bring its undivided attention to human at the far end of the warehouse. It roared and began a charge at the hapless dumb fuck of a tribal. Ok knew what was going to happen and began a full sprint for anywhere but the Deathclaw.
Totz being the observe scout that he is noticed what was going on with Ok and his recently attracted care bear of death and did the only thing a fellow tribal would do...which is run away like a cowardly bitch that leaves his friends to die. He began to run but before he could actually get anywhere worthwhile or safe. Alvin took notice of the cowardly fuck raised his Remington 5 shot Twelve Gauge of Hell, Death and some Vengeance and fired. The slug from the shotgun tore into Totz's left calf muscle and shattered his knee and shin like an egg being cracked over a frying pan. The Deathclaw moved right past Totz ignoring him.
Ok was running as fast as he possibly could while taking pot shots at the Deathclaw that was quickly closing the gap between them. When he could run no further and his pistol was dry he collapsed to his knees on the floor of the Wa Mar and started crying. He then knew that he would die tired in unwanted arms. The Deathclaw grabbed the stupid tribal with his arms pinned to his side and began to squeeze the tribal. The sound of his bones crunching and his internal organs being turned into jello could be heard over his screaming (while there was still air in his lungs). The Death displayed the equivalent of a grin at humans pain as he was being turned into Texas Fresh Squeezed Human Meat Slush. ]
Alvin moved over to Totz and pressed one of his double barreled shotguns to now imobilized tribals head and said, "You left me for dead. When we fighting scorps. You die now!" to which Totz retorted, "Well you stupid tribe whore." Shanti watched Ok getting torn to bits and Totz take one for the home team. He mulled over the thought of helping Totz so that he could better serve him as distraction for the Deathclaw at a later date. He slipped his brass knuckles on and sucker punched Alvin with a wicked upper cut. Which in turn sent Alvin spilling onto the Wa Mar floor with a rather loud screech from his Metal Armor. In the time it took Alvin to stop skidding Shanti was there to land a cheap kick to Alvin rib where there was no protection from the metal armor. Alvin rolled over again but this time he got his wits about him and pulled his 10mm pistol from his leg holster. He fired into Shanti with two shot both hitting him in the stomach. Shanti, pit fighter extraordinaire then learned what pain truly was and it most definitely wasn't getting a busted jaw or some bruise ribs or a disjointed shoulder it was getting shot in the stomach. The metal from the two bullets burned inside of his intestines right underneath his stomach. He down to the floor and felt the entry holes blood was oozing out of the wound. He looked up in time to see Alvin pick his Double Barrled shotgun up and walk past him back to where Totz lay.
Alvin moved up to Totz. Totz looked back at Alvin as he raised his doubled barreled shotgun to his temple and fired. BOOM!!! Totz's head exploded splashing bits of buckshot, brains, blood and skull onto the ground and Alvin. Shanti saw this and began to crawl away. Alvin walked over to Shanti, pulled a grenade off of his bandolier. He got right in front of him looked down and said, "You help them you die too but you die later." And dropped the grenade right in front of Shanti. He took off running as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the Deathclaw that was chowing down on an Ok or what remained of him.
Shanti panicked at the grenade and managed to grab the grenade and clasp the striker lever. He wasn't sure how much time was left on the fuse but after a few seconds nothing. Perhaps in the Boxer's mind he was safe or maybe it wasn't that he was safe it was that he was delaying the detonation. The only other problem was that he was bleeding to death. So Shanti did the only thing possible he curled up into a fetal position and held the grenade up to his stomach. It was now a waiting a game between bleeding to death or becoming the next meal for the Deathclaw maybe with luck he would be able to take the Deathclaw with him. Nah...
Alvin made his way to the exit or exits depending on how you look at it. He tried the doors they were locked. And since they were locked it would be safe to assume that Charles locked the doors either A.Electronical
Characters depicted here are all male.
Old Characters:Alv
So begins #6. The now reunited party stood their in shock and just stood there staring at Mongoose, the Deathclaw. Mongoose, the shadow of death. Mongoose, Lawrence's breadwinner in the Deathpits. Mongoose, the most feared by slave, slaver and spectator alike. And there it was charging from it's cage pissed off at the fact that it had been stirred from captivity by Charles. The creature loomed at least 12 feet tall and 6 feet wide. It's hide was a dark brown and scaled. It claws sharp as hell and capable of cutting through people like a hot knife through butter. It's teeth each a dagger in its mouth with a jaw capable of crushing a head like a child eating Captain Crunch.
The remaining Slavers knew what was coming and fled in every direction in hopes of escaping a massacre. The first dumbfuck slaver to make the mistake of running into the Deathclaw was snatched up like a ragdoll in the deathclaw massive left claw. The monster raised it's meal to it gargantuan maw. It bit down and pulled the poor dumb bastards head clean off of his shoulders. Which in turn left just some tendon and muscles where his head used to be located. All that was there then was blood spewing out of the new gap like lave from a volcano. The death claw swallowed the human head and threw the body aside like a children's plaything. And continued on in it's rampage for freedom. The next unfortunate sap was another slaver that was trying to sneak by the creature's right side unnoticed. Of course he failed his sneak check miserably. The Deathclaw took one swipe at the human and spilt the fucker in half across his gut. The body fell in half and intestines spilt everywhere like a pan of spaghetti simmered in blood sauce.
Ok broke out of his daze and took notice of what was happening. He raised his 10mm pistol and lets loose into the beast. There was only one problem the JHP did nothing to the Deathclaw but piss it off and bring its undivided attention to human at the far end of the warehouse. It roared and began a charge at the hapless dumb fuck of a tribal. Ok knew what was going to happen and began a full sprint for anywhere but the Deathclaw.
Totz being the observe scout that he is noticed what was going on with Ok and his recently attracted care bear of death and did the only thing a fellow tribal would do...which is run away like a cowardly bitch that leaves his friends to die. He began to run but before he could actually get anywhere worthwhile or safe. Alvin took notice of the cowardly fuck raised his Remington 5 shot Twelve Gauge of Hell, Death and some Vengeance and fired. The slug from the shotgun tore into Totz's left calf muscle and shattered his knee and shin like an egg being cracked over a frying pan. The Deathclaw moved right past Totz ignoring him.
Ok was running as fast as he possibly could while taking pot shots at the Deathclaw that was quickly closing the gap between them. When he could run no further and his pistol was dry he collapsed to his knees on the floor of the Wa Mar and started crying. He then knew that he would die tired in unwanted arms. The Deathclaw grabbed the stupid tribal with his arms pinned to his side and began to squeeze the tribal. The sound of his bones crunching and his internal organs being turned into jello could be heard over his screaming (while there was still air in his lungs). The Death displayed the equivalent of a grin at humans pain as he was being turned into Texas Fresh Squeezed Human Meat Slush. ]
Alvin moved over to Totz and pressed one of his double barreled shotguns to now imobilized tribals head and said, "You left me for dead. When we fighting scorps. You die now!" to which Totz retorted, "Well you stupid tribe whore." Shanti watched Ok getting torn to bits and Totz take one for the home team. He mulled over the thought of helping Totz so that he could better serve him as distraction for the Deathclaw at a later date. He slipped his brass knuckles on and sucker punched Alvin with a wicked upper cut. Which in turn sent Alvin spilling onto the Wa Mar floor with a rather loud screech from his Metal Armor. In the time it took Alvin to stop skidding Shanti was there to land a cheap kick to Alvin rib where there was no protection from the metal armor. Alvin rolled over again but this time he got his wits about him and pulled his 10mm pistol from his leg holster. He fired into Shanti with two shot both hitting him in the stomach. Shanti, pit fighter extraordinaire then learned what pain truly was and it most definitely wasn't getting a busted jaw or some bruise ribs or a disjointed shoulder it was getting shot in the stomach. The metal from the two bullets burned inside of his intestines right underneath his stomach. He down to the floor and felt the entry holes blood was oozing out of the wound. He looked up in time to see Alvin pick his Double Barrled shotgun up and walk past him back to where Totz lay.
Alvin moved up to Totz. Totz looked back at Alvin as he raised his doubled barreled shotgun to his temple and fired. BOOM!!! Totz's head exploded splashing bits of buckshot, brains, blood and skull onto the ground and Alvin. Shanti saw this and began to crawl away. Alvin walked over to Shanti, pulled a grenade off of his bandolier. He got right in front of him looked down and said, "You help them you die too but you die later." And dropped the grenade right in front of Shanti. He took off running as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the Deathclaw that was chowing down on an Ok or what remained of him.
Shanti panicked at the grenade and managed to grab the grenade and clasp the striker lever. He wasn't sure how much time was left on the fuse but after a few seconds nothing. Perhaps in the Boxer's mind he was safe or maybe it wasn't that he was safe it was that he was delaying the detonation. The only other problem was that he was bleeding to death. So Shanti did the only thing possible he curled up into a fetal position and held the grenade up to his stomach. It was now a waiting a game between bleeding to death or becoming the next meal for the Deathclaw maybe with luck he would be able to take the Deathclaw with him. Nah...
Alvin made his way to the exit or exits depending on how you look at it. He tried the doors they were locked. And since they were locked it would be safe to assume that Charles locked the doors either A.Electronical
Later on back inside of Wa Mar. As Shanti lay there dying yelled, "GOD DAMMIT! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT MOTHER *cough* FUCKER SHOT ME! AND NOW I AM GOING TO DIE HERE! *cough* FUCK! *cough* DAMN WELL MAYBE." His yelling attracted someone actually more or less something. And it towered above him grinning but yet it seemed uninterested of him as he was almost dead and not warm prey. Shanti then yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT *cough* YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER *cough*!? WHY DON'T YOU KILL ME!? *cough*" He rolled over and let go of the grenade expecting it to go boom. There was only one problem...it was a dud. The Mongoose turned around looked at the odd shaped round object and after picking it up in his hand and sniffing it. Decided that it wasn't food and threw over it's shoulder like a piece of trash. It flew the length of the store and hit the far wall and was only then that the grenade exploded with a loud BOOM that it went off. The Deathclaw ventured off to the exit that Alvin made and left Wa Mar behind for good. Shanti on the other hand died due to a lack of blood, dehydration and starvation two and a half days later.
Alvin on the other hand made it out of Waco and back to his tribe where he told his tribe of his brave adventures. He then ventured back to Waco only to find almost the entire town dead and a horde of goods just ripe for the taking. He loaded a brahmin cart up full of what he could salvage and went back to his tribe where he became chieftain and organized his people for a great move north. There was only one slight problem there was not enough water or food for the journey and the winds of the Great Waste were too much for his people to handle and they perished in the radioactive wastelands. As for Alvin he survived to be a jackass some other day.
Alright even though I am late to update here is part 4b. and 5 of Chronicles of Stupid.
Note this is a continuation of Part 4a. in the Chronicles of Stupid.
Characters depicted here are all male.
Old Characters:Alv
Not even five minutes later. Alvin had managed to botch his sneak check by tring to run past Slavers entering the back of the Wa Mar. Alvin blazed right past and at first they were like what the fuck then upon realizing that they spent the better part of thirty minutes trying to caprture him in the first place went after Alvin. They managed to lose him again on account of being bumbling stupid henchmen of Lawrence. Alvin was cornered in an alleyway littered with burnt out barrels and trash so the only he could do was hide and hide was what he did (with a critical in his sneak check he was cloaked like a bird of prey). So underneath a pile chicken screen and sheet metal he hid. He watched as the two slavers passed by without checking the alleyway where he was hiding. Alvin moved out from underneath the pile of garbage and moved toward the edge of the alleyway, he peeked around the corner and saw the two slavers talking to another slaver. Alvin then readied his deringer and picked up an empty nuka cola bottle, he threw the bottle at the nearest slaver. It hit and shattered on the back of his head. The slaver was knocked clean unconcious. The other two slavers readied their shotguns and moved on the alleyway at first theysaw nothing but Alvin was quick enough to move behind them and pointing the little two shot deringer at the back of one of the slavers heads. He pulled the trigger and blew the first slavers brains out. The other slaver turned around and fired the shotgun blindly missing Alvin entirely. Alvin discarded the derringer and tackled the slaver with his straight razor in hand. The slaver said, "You cheap tribal fuck! I fucking kill you!" Alvin headbutted him and broke his nose. The slaver yelped in pain. Alvin punched the slaver in the throat and stabbed the straight razor into his eye. The slaver was blinded, choking and all sorts of fucked as Alvin got to his feet, picked up the slavers shotgun and blew his face off.
Ok, Totz, and Shanti heard more gunfire coming from the back of Wa Mar again. Ok said, "What going on?" To which Shanti replied, "Man just shut the fuck up! It doesn't matter what's going on because were still screwed anyways." After Totz rolled a perception,cri
Alvin was locked and loaded he had three shotguns (1 five shot remington, and 2 double barreled sawed offs as well as 27 shotgun shells to boot.) He moved back into Wa Mar and upon entering one slaver holding a 10mm pistol came running up to him yelling, "Put those shotguns down now!" To which Alvin responded with BOOM! As both barrels from one of the double barreled shotgun went boomity boom boom to the poor slavers upper torso the results were the equivalent of spaghetti mixed with bones and leather armor. Alvin collected the 10mm pistol and proceeded onward to revenge. He moved in behind some crates and was moving silently through the warehouse while avoiding the other guards. He noticed a stairwell leading down and decided that it would be an easier way to get away from the guards on his tail. He entered the stairwell caustiously and checked to see if there was any presence of slavers. Upon realizing that he was safe for the moment he began to move down the stairs. There was only one set of stair and then an huge metal door that had no peephole. After almost jamming the lock on the door he managed to unlock it. He opened door and saw a treasure trove of goods there was canned food, first sid supplies, guns of all kinds, ammo, and a few suits of well crafted metal armor. He was in heaven and if he could read then maybe he would have been able to realize that he was in Lawrence's vault of goodies. It was so well hidden that Lawrence's employee's wouldn't try to steal his vast fortune of a life time of stealing from others. Alvin suited up in a set of metal armor found strap for his shotguns and took 3 hand grenades that he found in a box along with some shotguns shells (18). He was now armed to the teeth and ready to exact revenge on his fellow tribesman.
Shanti, Totz and Ok and the rest of the slaves with them charged one guards and ripped him to pieces with their barehands. Ok took the guards 10mm pistol, Shanti took the brass knuckles and Totz took the knife. The rest of the slaves began assaulting the slaves and after ten more dead slavers and eight dead slaves. Everyone in their group of slaves were armed with some manner of bladed object and/or firearm. They saw a group of metal armor wearing guards carrying riot shields and assault shotguns. The slaves started firing and when their guns ran dry the slavers went to town on the firing two barrages of 12 gauge deathness into the crowd. All the slaves except for Shanti, Totz and Ok were cut down instantly.
Alvin left the storage room and went back into the main part of Wa Mar. He saw the slavers in metal armor shooting down the slaves like fish in a barrel. He pulled a hand grenade off of it's bandolier and threw it like a professional baseball player into the group of shield bearing slavers. About three seconds later KABOOM!!! the slavers were thrown like ragdolls in a tornado. The initial explosion killed one slaver. The others were mildly injured and confused as to what just happened. Alvin ran up to one of the slavers and shot him in the head with his 10mm pistol. The other slavers were too confused to notice that one their own had been shot like a whore receiving a facial.
Ok and Totz had saw the explosion and thought of it as a sign from their gods that hey indeed been spared. Shanti on the otherhand just looked at them like they were indeed dumber and crazier than he perceived them before the explosion. A loud voice of an asshole sounded from above in Wa Mar's PA system, "BEND OVER AND TOUCH YOUR TOES I'LL SHOW YOU WHERE THE MONGOOSE GOES!" Ok and Totz trembled in fear as this voice boomed from no where. Indeed there gods weren't present but in all realities it was Charles in the office who had triggered the release mechanism on the Deathclaw Cage. The creatures however was indeed Mongoose a term of endearment that Lawrence had given his monster for winning him so many death pit fights. The entire party could hear the rumblings of something very big now entering Wa Mar. This was only the beginning of the end.
So concludes CoS part 4b. and 5
Part 6 coming soon. Like really soon. Like really really soon. THat soon.
Yeah that part I bought for my compy was complete and utter shite! So I took it back and got my refund and now I am saving up for a real deal badass router so's that my mom can surf the internet and I can play xbox live. W3U7! 1 l1k3 7eh h4xx0r5 5p34k!
So um yeah I bought I router card for my compy. And I don't think it working right but then again I haven't tried it so I don't know. Yup. Well I am off to go get my ass handed to me in Halo 2 on xbox live.
So I helped my friend move today and boy am I tired. Almost everything moved was 40+ lbs. Anyways I worked 7 hours earned $70 gave $10 to my friend and kept the rest. Then I celebrated with some Taco Bell. And tomorrow I am gonna buy some connector wires for my router. yeah also I have been playing my Bass Alot more I have 17 songs written and I can play 10 of them with ease the other 7 are kind of difficult as it will take more practice before I can play them without screwing up. And for you Halo 2 xbox live players out there, I haven't had much luck as of late with winning on account of the fact that I always get paired up with a crappier team. I got 90 kills in a CTF game and we still freaking lost! Anyways for those who read this and have xbl (xbox live) my Gamertag is: HermesSatan. I just hope you have the 1337 skills because those are always good. Well now I am gonna go. So...
PEACEOUT!!!
Note this is a continuation of Part 3 in the Chronicles of Stupid.
Characters depicted here are all male.
Old Characters:Alv
Warning there may be harsh language.
Welcome back my friends to this shit that never ends. Ok was waking up and his head felt like jello last thing he remembered was punching that newcomer in the jaw. Now that he was in the process of standing up. As conciousness moved back into control pain ran back into ribs. He screamed, "UHHHH!!!" Totz and Shanti were trying to plan an escape but interrupted by the sudden blurting of painfyl stupidity. The guard yelled, " Ahh shut the fuck up or I'll bust a cap in your face!" Ok fighting back the pain stopped screaming the idea of death for some reason was vaguely unappealing.
In another place, Waine and Alvin were coming back into reality. They were chained to a bar hanging horizontally above their heads. Waine said, "Well this sure beats execution." But before Waine could savor the moment the familiar voice of Charles interjected, "Well well you son of bitch. You went down like a sack of shit. Don't worry I ain't gonna kill you yet. First my boss needs to talk to you and second then you'll die like the bitch you are faggot." Charles made his way to a set of double doors and opened them. In walked four heavily armed guards in metal armor behind them was a balding middled aged man wearing a worn but fairly neat dark green suit. He moved past his guards and stepped to where Waine and Alvin could see him. The man spoke, "Allow me to in troduce myself. My name Lawrence. You've caused a great deal of trouble to my town and have damaged my business relationships with my people manly the ones you killed. Now because you have done this there are certain legal repercussions that you, I and your tribal friend must deal with right now. I'll give you both two choices and only two. Ok? If you get smart with me right now you die. So please stay on topic or my associate Charles will put a bullet in your head. Here are your choices: A. You can die here or B. You can fight Friday in the Death Pit. So which will it be?"
Alvin said, "Me ams choose B me not want to die. Death Bad." Waine on the other hand said, "Neither I choose C. I break your fucking neck Lawrence!" Waine then used his weight to gain enough leverage for a leg lock around Lawrences neck. Lawrence choked, "chulck!" Charles whipped out his Magnum and fired but instead of catching Waine in the head he caught his boss in the back of his skull where the remaining patch of balding gray hair. Blood, Brains, Scalp and Skull went everywhere and Waine got hit in the inner thigh where his femoral artery ran.
Alvin was startled by the recent turn of events he was chained to bar and being offered cake or death. Of course he choose cake but it didn't matter because the asshole right next to him just fucked them both by doing trying to strangle Lawrence. Alvin then started trying to break his handcuffs but to no avail. Instead he was getting some nifty cuts from the cuffs digging into his wrist.
Waine just got hit in leg and from the pain his leg felt broken. He no longer had ahold of Lawrence's head as it was curently a mix of brain confetti with skull chips. The Slavers and Charles opened fire into Waine taking careful not to hit into Alvin. Waine hardly felt
the following shots all he felt was stings but in all reality buckshot, and magnum rounds were turning him into hamburger. The last thing Waine felt was the excruciating pain of his left arm getting ripped off by the barrage of gun fire.
The Slavers fired until their guns ran dry. Alvin knew as well as the slavers that their boss was dead and now they would be fucked. Charles yelled, "That mother fucking asshole! If that fucker were alive I would fucking kill him again!." The rest of the Slavers just stood there in silence while they reloaded their weapons. Alvin just tried to hang there inconspicuousl
Ok, Shanti and Totz heard the gunfire coming from the back of the ware house. The guard took off running towards the commotion (Woo Woo! Here comes the clue train last chance to escape.) They just stood there wandering what was going in the back instead of escaping from certain death.
Alvin was left alone in that room alone chained to that bar. The slavers never took enough care to clean up the mess that is Waine from then walls, floor, ceiling or Alvin. Instead they closed the doors locked them and left Alvin like a pig in a pen to wallow against his own will in human filth. After a few moments of looking around Alvin realized that he could slide himself off of the pipe if he could just use his body weight to scoot himself to the edge of the pipe. The only problem stopping him was that he botched his perception test and the player playing Alvin was an idiot.
So he idly hung there until he finally passed his perception check. About two minutes later he was on the ground and off of the bar but in the process he still fell with his arms stuck behind them. He rolled on the floor until he got Lawrence's body and he proceeded to search the corpses pocket for anything of use. He found some caps, a few cigars, jimmy hats, and set of keys. Alvin tried each key on his handcuffs for the better part of THREE HOURS until he got hid cuffs unlocked. He then stood up and checked Lawrence's body more thoroughly until he came across a 4 shot .32ACP Deringer that was in an ankle holster on his left leg. He then checked Waine's body and found a straignt razor in Waine's right boot. It was already out and straightened to slit some through in a secret compartment in the bottom of the boot. Now that he found weapons again he would be out of that room soon enough.
Ok, Shanti, and Totz huddled in the corner of the cage trying to hatch a plan that would most doubtedly fail. Shanti said, "I have fought in the Death Matches before they usually have four shitty spears in each corner of the pit. Which means if we get them then we stand a greater chance of getting past Lawrence's godamned pet Death Claw. In fact if we can some how get it to attack the guards that would be great." Ok and Totz looked at Shanti with glazed over looks in their eyes and said nothing. Shanti said, " Sweet deal! so that's the plan which shouldn't fail but then again everything has to go right which means you dumb tribal fucks better not screw this up."
Alvin found the appropiate key need to open the room that he had been in for the past god knows how many hours. He steathily cracked the door open to see if there were any guards posted at the door. He saw no one standing guard and decided to open the door completely. he stepped into the dark hallway and advance silently making sure not to get the slavers attention to his location. He moved up the hallway then made a right at the T-junction at the end of the hall. There were a few doors to his left and one door to his right labeled "SUPPLY CLOSET." Not knowing how to read Alvin just moved on and peered throught the windows to the rooms on his left to see if there were slavers in there but instead there were alot of crates and boxes with funny lines that would roughly translate out to "CAUTION FLAMMABLE!" or "THIS SIDE UP." Either way Alvin was a stupid dumb fuck with barely intelligible speech and sluggish learning abilities so even if he could read he still wouldn't be able to understand it. Click the door to his right opened and out stepped a man wearing Leather Pants carrying a spiked baseball bat. Before that man could react Alvin lunged and slit his throat from east to west. The slaver fell to the ground gurgling and he was soon dead from shock and blood loss. Alvin kept on moving and left the body there to be discovered by passers by. After moving throughout the maze of hallways Alvin ended up in a large spacious area that happened to house several dozen cages containing hundreds of slaves. In the center of the room was a massize square cage that looked like the death pits that Lawrence had mentioned before that incident in the interrogation room.
This where that day ended because the space was needed for an event at our local gaming store. Part 4 B. will be out by Sunday hopefully.
There this is part 4a. 4b and 5a. coming real soon like next week real soon.
Note this is a continuation of Part 2 in the Chronicles of Stupid.
Characters depicted here are all male.
Old Characters:Alv
New Characters:Wai
So begins another RP session. Waine had finally made it into Waco before sundown. His feet were sore and he was hankering for a bottle or two of gamma gulp beer. Upon Waco entering he took particular note of the sign that stated: "No stealing or murder without permission." Waine nodded and muttered just within earshot of one of the slavers, "Damn bastards are everywhere likes coackroaches. Looks like I am gonna have to do some asskickery of my own this time." He stood there for a minute and took a swig of his nearly dry canteen. A man holding a 10mm pistol, wearing leather armor walked up and asked, "State yir business faggit or your gonna have to turn around and leave." Waine looked at the slaver like he was crazy and said, "Oh really? So you think your gonna stop me from entering this piss ant town? What are you gonna do if I don't? Call for your mommy? Huh fag?" The Slavers facial expression grew into more of a hateful scowl and he said in a very low mumbly voice, "Listen fucker you just earned a spot on my shit list. And if you hit my shit list you don't get off it so are you going to turn back or are me and my friends going to have to stomp your face into the ground? Huh Fag?" Waine looked around and didn't see any other slavers nearby(most of them were hunting for Alvin) and leaned into whisper to the Slaver, "What friends? I see no friends nearby so I think I'm gonna call your bluff. Asshole." (Waine criticaled on a speech check.) The Slaver body language went from intimidating asshole to intimidated like a dog with it's tail between it's legs he then said, "I ain't taking no shit from strangers especially you." The slaver went to raise his pistol but Waine was fast and with lightning fast reflexs slit the slavers throat open with a combat knife had up his jacket sleeve. The slaver fell to the ground gurgling in place of screaming. For a moment blood sputtered from the vertical slit in his throat. Waine drug the now dead slavers body out a little past the city limits to a burnt out hulk of a car where he leaned the newly dead corspe against in a position vaguely reminiscent of sleep. He pocketed the dead slaver pistol and a stimpack and moved back into Waco as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile Alvin stood in that now crowded remains of an HEB and marveled at the profound words the clean man in the suit said, "Lord there is violence in the streets, hunger in our homes and death all around us! We must surpass this trial that you have set before so that we may walk out forged from the fire of hardship! We must endure that serpent Lawrence and his regime of murderers, theives, and liars! Oh please oh Lord please bring forth your retribution upon them for their truly detestable deeds so that we may live free in happiness and equality in this wasteland. Oh Lord-" The preachers speach was cut short by an interruption from the back it was Charles and a posse entering the HEB in search of Alvin. Charles stopped his search and said, "Can it Reverend Thorton your pissant god ain't here to help you or your stupid retards. Trust me if you shut up now you might live through this if you give me one of yours. He killed one of my boys and if I don't get him I might just start on your congregation here." At the point Charles grabbed one of the homeless standing right next to him and held I revolver to the side of his head. Reverend Thorton said, "If you do that you will surely be damned to hell. Please let that man go he is innocent and I know not of this murderer you speak of." Charles grinned showing the yellow of his teeth and said, "No one's innocent here reverend. This man will die if you don't turn over the murderer now. Oh and by the way there is no hell because this hell." Charles with his right hand clicked the revolver's hammer back and right before he fired a sharp object pierced through his index and middle fingers. He screamed, "Oh shit dammit! Your all going to DIE!" He dropped his magnum but still held the homeless man as a shield. Alvin had thrown the knife in order to save that mans life unlike the other one that he couldn't save at the bar he succeeded this time. (Alvin had criticalled the knife throw and pegged Charles in the hand pretty good.)
For about a minute it was silent and then all hell broke loose The Slavers sent to capture were in the middle of a riot that they weren't prepared for at all. Reverend Thorton and his followers were in a full blown melee with slavers. The Slavers opened up into the crowd but to no avail they were stormed by Hobos with God in their hearts, liquer in their stomachs and violence at their finger tips. Alvin was stuck in the middle of the riot he had his spear out and was in the pricess of trying to disarm a slaver carrying a hunting rifle. The Slaver batted the spear away with butt of his gun and turned it around to fire and missed hitting a hobo in the hip he dropped to the ground immediately from pain. Before the slave could readjust his aim Alvin thrust into his left shoulder with the force of a Mack-Truck. The force of the blow was enought to break spears point into the slavers shoulder. Alvin what remain of his spear to hit the slaver in the side of his head with brute force but missed and a loud WHOOSH! went over the slavers head as he ducked. The Slaver tried to get another shot off at Alvin but missed and hit another hobo instead of hitting Alvin. Alvin did the same trick again but instead of going for the head he thrust the broken spear with all his might into the slaver groin and the broken part of the spear tip drove intself in as far as it could go. This time this slave was on the ground and in serious pain as his nut sack was popped like a huge zit in between his legs. Blood was seeping through the fabric of his pants and the man rolled about the floor like a man who was just castrated by a stick.
Alvin left the spear to stick in the slavers crotch and moved for the exit to the HEB. After four minutes of puching pushing and shoving he managed to push his way past Slaver and Hobo alike and made it outside. He then took off running trying to put as much distance between himself and the rioters. He focused his sight behind as to make sure that he wasn't being chased and with paying attention was closelined by Charles perfectly which sent Alvin to the ground like a fuckton of bricks. Charles walked up, pointed with his deformed right hand and said, "YOU TRIBAL PIECE OF SHIT I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS." He raised his leg and stomped on Alvins face which in turn sent him into a world of stars and pain.
Shanti was just starting to wake up. He felt dizzy like he had just been hit four times in the head with a Louisville Slugger. He stumbled to his feet and adjust his vision to his surroundings the last thing he remembered was sitting in Lawrence's office and drinking some ROTGUT. Now he was here he saw that he wasn't alone there were others. Two of the tribals in the cage came up to him (Ok and Totz) and checked his injury. Although Shanti wanted to be left alone he knew that was out of the question. Totz spoke, "You stupid fuck like us? We called by mean man that." Shanti said, "No. I ain't no stupid fuck I was just thrown in here for no good reason. You know like I was one you dumb fucks. But don't worry I am quite strong and alot smarter than you and all your little primative friends." Ok who was getting sick of neing degraded clenched his fist and socked Shanti in the jaw. Shanti was caught of guard and was thrown into the bars of the cage. Shanti regained his composure, got into a boxers stance and said, "Is that all you got you pussy? I have taken harder hit from my ma." Ok lunged in on Shanti for a tackle but instead missed Shanti and slammed head first into the bars. Shanti kicked Ok in the ribs two goods times which were followed in succession with loud unhealthy cracking sounds. Ok dropped like a sack of cow shit to the floor of the holding pin unconcious. Totz jumped on Shanti's back swinging and biting Shanti in the left ear which in turn took a chunk out of the bottom of his ear lobe. Shanti yelled, "YOU CHEAP BASTARD!" He then grabbed Totz by the left side of his head where his hair hung low and pulled with all his might. A wet ripping sound came from Totz' head as his scalp was getting ripped clean from his skull. Totz yelped and grabbed Shanti's hand and tried in futility to break Shanti's iron grip. Totz was then flipped off of Shanti's back and to the floor. Shanti kicked Totz in his forearm and forehead. Totz took the abuse and tried to ball up in the fetal positon but with no success go thrown from where was on the floot and into bars on the far side of the holding pin. Totz was in some serious pain and it seemed to him that Shanti kicked him like a can into the bars which bent on impact. Shanti grabbed Totz' head a began to slam it into the floor and with several loud crunches which was finished by a loud snapping sound. Except there was something wrong. During the head bashing Totz had managed to grab Shanti's left wrist and succeeded in breaking it. Shanti screamed, " YOU SONUVABITCH I'LL SHOW YOU!" But before Shanti or Totz could finish their fight the guard that had fallen asleep was awake and had his gun pointed at both of them. The Guard said, "Stow it for Friday Fight Day you assholes or else I might have to waste a bullet or twenty on ya'll."
Shanti and Totz started laughing they were both in pain and had some form or another of serious injury. Shanti looked like he was nibbled on by Mike Tyson, his left wrist was severly spranged and he had a disjointed jaw that he had reset by himself. Totz on the otherhand had a torn bloody scalp, missing teeth, bruised ribs, broken nose, and various abrasion from landing into the side of the steel cage. They were both champions of stupidity. Ok on the otherhand was knocked the fuck out and had a two broken ribs from Shanti's kick-o-death.
Waine heard gunfire off in the distance. It souned like it was coming from the north from where he was standing. He stopped walking and stood still for a moment to see if any of the other slavers and cityguardsmen were moving towards the noise. He saw a total of twelve slavers armed with rifles move away from their posts to the noise. Waine said, "Must be a riot or perhaps a slave revolt. I guess it's time to work my magic." He pulled a 14mm pistol from it's holster on the inside of his duster and proceeded to follow the slavers. After following at a distance he began to slow his run into a slow jog and then he stopped just shy of where the commotion was coming from. He observed Slavers attacking the poor and homeless. He squinted to see if he couldn't spot a leader and after a few moments he spied a man wearing Dark Brown Leather armor. He was dragging an unconcious man by the back of his shirt. He seemed to be shouting orders and with a disfigured bloody right hand was pointing to where his men needed to go. Waine stood there for a moment, collected himself, and then turned the corner with his 14mm pistol a blazing the first shot caught a slaver in the left knee which in turn sent him falling to the ground screaming. He fired another shot this time hitting another slaver in the side of the left side of his temple blood, brains and scalp flew out the other side and the slaver hit the ground dead. One of the slavers noticed the recent entry into the riot. He leveled his rifle and took careful as to aim for the mysterious gunslingers head but before he could get a shot off, the slaver was hit in the back with a ripper.
Gavin had dug the shredding blades of Ripper into one of the slavers backs. He had with one mighty swing nearly tore the slaver spine and internal organs into brutally sliced christmas turkey. He pulled the ripper out of the slavers back and proceeded to stab the ripper into another mans stomach although he wasn't a slaver he was still there in the middle of the riot and therefore another target of his twisted since of justice. Gavin had just killed another man and this time he was going for the man with the deformed hand and upon making to him Gavin was shot once in the stomach the hit was clean shot through he look down to see that the exit wound was through his stomach. Blood and guts were seeping out of the newly made hole. Gavin turned around as if he was not fazed to see who had done this to him he saw that one of the slavers had shot him with one of those damned .223 hunting rifles. Gavin stumbled over to the slaver and and proceed to hit the slaver in the head with the ripper. The slaver went down in a scream of pain as the blades of the ripper rended the slavers face of his skull. Gavin started laughing maniacally as he kept hitting the slaver in the head with ripper until it shattered the dead man's skull, leaving the brains exposed.
After making another kill Gavin went back to searching for the man with the messed up hand and again he found him. Gavin said, "Today Charles you will die for kicking me out of the Slavers! I have judged you to death and I will be you executioner!" Charles looked up and with one swift motion pulled the revolver out of it's holster with his left hand and opened fire into Gavin. Three bullets ripped through Gavin each entry hole was quarter sized and each exit wound was about the size of a grown mans fist. Gavin managed to make it all the way to Charles in that time but the last bullet had killed him dead standing. He did not falter in his steps but nonetheless he was now 234lbs of now dead flesh. And the last words that Gavin heard were from Charles, "Sorry but no today is the day you die. You stupid psycho fuck! I would have killed you sooner but the boss wouldn't let me. Anyways I'll be sure to take a shit on your grave you fucking moron!"
Waine saw some man take five shots from some hard core fire power from a .223 rifle and a .44magnum pistol. He respected him for who he was fighting but he didn't quite understand why hell he would charge a man as dangerous as a slave leader. Waine had missed the last three times on trying to hit a slaver that was beating a women but was too late as she had died from blunt force trauma to the head. He was now standing behind a pillar while reloading his 14mm pistol but as qued by murphy's law a slaver tackled Waine to the ground causing him to drop the gun and the ammo. The slaver was on top on Waine with a baton and looked very intent on sending Waine to the morgue. Waine managed to pull out the 10mm pistol and fire three shots quickly into the slaver. Almost each shot had some how missed the slavers head except for the last shot which nailed him right underneath the jaw. The top of the slavers head exploded and there was a gusher of blood the poured down onto Waine like a fountain. He collected himself for a moment and picked up and reloaded the 14mm with what bullets he found laying on the ground.
After tucking the 10mm pistol into his holster he then went straight for the leader of the mob with his 14mm pistol. Charles looked up and leveled his revolver off at Waine. Waine flinched as the slaver fired and caught Waine in the left shoulder there would have been more shots to come had Charles not wasted bullets on Gavin. Instead there was CLICK! CLICK! and Charled looked suprised and said, "Todays your lucky day you fucking faggot! I'll kill you later when I have more bullets. And believe you me that's a promise you stupid fuck!" Waine pointed the gun at Charles and fired twice. The first shot hit Charles in his already deformed hand and the second shot missed. Charles yelled, "YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER! I TRY TO CUT YOU SOME SLACK AND THIS IS THANKS IT GET! YOU ARE DEAD MEAT ASSHOLE!" Waine then pulled the the other 10mm out the holster and began to fire shots at Charles. He fired five shots and only one caught Charles in the ass to which Charles replied,"MAN YOU MUST BE REALLY TRYING TO GET TO THE TOP OF MY SHIT LIST!" Waine tried to fire a sixth time but the 10mm pistol had run dry. He pulled his knife out of it's sheath got to his feet and charged Charles with all the strenght he had left. His first lunge missed as Charles stumbled out of the way. Charles pistol whipped waine in the back off the head and with one good swing managed to send Waine to the ground. Waine got back up on his feet and swung and thrusted at Charles and missed on the swing but nailed him clean in the stomach. Charles yelled, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU! YOU FUCKING KNIFE WHORE!" The knife stuck in Charles and Waine was trying to pull it out. Charles pistol whipped Waine again this time breaking Waines nose sideways and knocking his assailant to the ground unconscious.
That was the end of the session that day. Sorry to leave you guys hanging part 4 will be up next week.
Enjoy there folks!