Posts by Blessthismess

>its hard
For you...

(OH MY GOD I GO AWAY FOR THE WEEKEND ONCE AND THIS SHIT HAPPENS WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT KILL ME NOW JUST WHAT IS THIS OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY KEBAB REMOVAL DEVICE I NEED IT TO COMFORT ME THIS IS FRACKING CRAZY I HAD TO DO SOME CRAP ON ME PROFILE AND NOW EVERYONE'S MAD BECAUSE THEY DIDN'T GET THE NOTICE TWO WEEKS AGO AND I'M LAUGHING MY AMPLE BUTT OFF

But srsly can I get like a rough recap i'm still pretty mad I lost my July Lights theme... Now it's the blue theme and it looks terrible.)

Tracking, maybe something with the Combine

(>crazy man has awoken, and is now perched atop the house picking of zamb-zambs. the four badasses pick off some as well, >as they rescue the mystery man. selah meets the dungeon man, but runs away when she hears gunshots. ginger tells her to >get luna away from the dead and dying things. dungeon man becomes badass vet when ginger gives him the gun back. >savannah takes over as doc, and is ordering the three stooges around. and i think that brings us up to speed...

i love you)

Postan soon, even though I miss my green July Lights theme. I hated this blue feralfront theme and I still fuckin HATE it now...

Scott had been mowing down these things and had already gone through another magazine when he heard Lissity (If he remembered correctly) shouting for everyone to get inside.
It took him a minute, trying to mow down more of the Decayed in the yard.
From what looked like a small group had now grown to uncountable proportions.
'There is no use trying to talk, no human sound can stand up to this.'
That was a quote from the song, was it was still playing in his head?
BANG, BANG, BANG BANG BANG!!!
'Loud enough to knock ya' down... or out.'
He had never really listened to Ministry, he had just heard it on the radio before the outbreak and found it appropriate...
He had no idea why, though. he was only killing the Deca- BANG BANG!!
Scott decided it best to quickly get inside, the woman warning those outside that they were about to barricade the place.
The old soldier took one last shot at a Decayed that was climbing up the steps, then he quickly gathered his magazines and bursted through the door inside.
Quickly afterwards, Scott took hold of some old baker's rack and heaved it over infront of the door, leaning duo of smaller tables against it to reinforce it.
It seems like he did it just in time, as the dead began to bang against the door.
If anyone else was outside, they'd have to get in through the back door. Hopefully none of the Decayed were back there.
After finishing with his barricade, Scott glanced at the one armed man and the woman ordering the others about to help him.
He didn't recognize her looks, but he could recognize her voice as the one he heard last night.
After gazing at her with a stern look for a moment, he noticed the girl that he had met in the basement earlier.
It seems he'd have to question her later.
Without a word, though with a nod, Scott rushed his way upstairs and into an empty bedroom that faced the side with most Decayed.
With no hesitation, he broke open the window and shattered glass fell to the ground below.
Then he stuck his M14 out and utilised his scope, picking off the Decayed with his exceptional accuracy to their heads.
"C'mon, get some!" Oddly, Scott was reminded of an old movie about Vietnam when he shouted those words out.

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"Alright then, Nice to meet ya', Andrea.... *Many distant gunshots* Damn, sounds lika' lotsa' fun's goin on over there."
Gwen gave a ghost of a smile when she accepted.
Having an extra set of hands seemed like it wouldn't be so bad. And if this personality wasn't some devious plot or trick on Andrea's part, it'd be cool to have her around.
(No it wouldn't, she's just as crazy as Gwen.)
*Man and you called ME crazy...*
(We're both crazy, for God's sakes we're VOICES inside SOMEONE'S HEAD!)
*...Sheesh, someone had their cereal shat in this morning.*
(WE DON'T EAT CEREAL, WE ARE DISEMBODIED VOICES)
*Calm down, a'ight? Just shhhh, calm down. Everythings fine.*
(I hate you.)
"I hate botha' yous, too. So shaddup." Gwen hissed a little too loudly for her liking, and was by now making her way to the loud booms, Andrea hopefully in tow and not trying to kill her from behind or something.
Just incase something bad was infront (Or behind) her, the crazy woman pulled out her 40. pistol and proceeded gingerly, with a rising caution the closer she was to the noises.

Holy wow are tags back? Cool. Now I wish my July Lights theme was back, my whole website was sort of green themed and I liked it because it still said WarriorCatsRPG at the top and not feralfront.

Dylan Diamond wrote:

When you changed your screen name to Viscously Removing Kebabs, it changes your username now so log in with that.

(Wow, that's fuckin' stupid. Postan in a minute)

Very honestly I'm not that much into the alien scene (Though the Combine are badass af) but I'll join you guys if you make a thread.

Also, I got an idea, how about a apocalyptic Wolfenstein-ish thread?

Scott was about to respond to a gunshot and some muffled screaming prior in the other room, though his attention was brought back outside.
He had rushed back to the window he left and looked out there to a horribly familiar sight.
There were explosions in the crowd of dead, causing circles of finally dead bodies to form at each detonation.
He was sure he had even heard someone yelling hot potato, reminding him of the other soldiers who went downright insane in that war.
"What in the Holy Hell...?" Scott had a small wish that he had access to explosives such as grenades, though of course those were taken back by the Army as soon as he left Cambodia.
He was lucky to keep his other gun, anyways.
Scott decided to ignore the grenades for now, though a wonder of how someone got so many of them tugged his mind.
For now, he settled for efficiently killing any of the Decayed that the grenades missed.
"Get some! C'mon, get some you rice soaked BASTARDS!"
Alright, he realized he may be getting a little carried away with this. These things weren't gooks. Atleast, a few of them used to be.

Wolfenstein is amazing.
And I'm thinking possibly like, the Nazis have nearly destroyed the place and they're searching for people to kill and stuff.

Scott ceased his shooting when he heard an engine.
Backing away from the window a few steps, he feared the worst and looked out another window.
His fear became relief when he recognized that truck as one he previously saw parked outside, and with the Lissity girl driving it.
He heard her shout out and he began to give her cover, though limited from the angle of the window.
He was quickly taking out the approaching Decayed that were attracted by the noise of the engine,
Then he shouted out, after seeing another grenade explode.
"WATCH OUT! DANGER FUCKING CLOSE!!" Came his rough, loud shout as he then backed out of the room quickly, then turning to a back door and bursting out through it, giving not but a glance to the others inside.
Luckily, there weren't near as many of the dead on this side of the house as the other, and was able to run over to a point where he could give Lissity much better cover.
Scott quickly swapped magazines, storing the near empty one in a pouch, grabbing a full one and locking it into the mag slot.
Then, the veteran began to open fire, the dead now finally dropping dead much faster. It wasn't long before the only thing that stood within fifteen feet of the truck were dead bodies of the Decayed.
He roughly flinched from another boom of a grenade, silently wondering who the hell was throwing them.
"GET THE GUY AND GO!!"

(I think OutCast is dead, they were last on two days ago)

Scott noticed an opening for a path straight to the stopped truck, and quickly rushed through.
He noticed that the door was left open, and if he wanted, he could get in and drive away right now, and they probably wouldn't catch him.
He shook his head with an angered look, some people out here did, but he couldn't think like that. He could find salvation with this group.
Instead, he dove into the bed of the truck, slightly wincing at the impact of the rough metal against his side.
Quickly forgetting it, he stood up and planted on foot on the roof of the truck, while the other stayed down on the bed of the truck.
Using this position for stability like he did with the lawn chair, he began shooting and picking off more Decayed, their brains stopping dead for the last time.
As the rough recoil slammed into his shoulder, yet another song began to play in his head, one he hadn't even heard before.
Shooting one of the Decayed that was against the hood trying to get Scott, he turned over to the house and shouted harshly.
"LET'S MOVE IT, MAGGOTS!"
Turning back forward, the old veteran continued to shoot, pausing only to hastily change into his second from last magazine.
A few of the things had gotten to the side of the truck and were now reaching to Scott, who fired three bullets into the skulls of three of them, and bashed another's head in with the sturdy wooden stock. Unfortunately not the first and undoubtedly not the last time he's done that.
'Burning up for fun, he's a trillion years old...'

Which is it, 24 or 48 hours? There's a big time gap there

Cool, my dudes and I are gonna be celebrating Obama's departure tomorrow so perfect timing

I live in Alabama so that stuffs pretty common down here. I've seen only one hillary supporter out here since the whole sh!tstorm started.

Man I need to go to west virginia, all that's here is just hillbilly hicks in the mountains and hipsters in the cities

Hey you ever watch that show Mountain Monsters?

Should probably move here if we're gonna chat tho

Don't you fuckin talk shit about my trailer dwelling kind

I believe in the squatch tbh, but Mountain Monsters used to be about other stuff, too, they used to look for the mothman and some other shit, but now it's just completely faked.