OOC:A little morbid, don't you think??(Wouldn't care, but just thought I'd be annoying) -- Apocalypse 3000

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 12:19:17 09/28/02 Sat
Author: Wednesday
Subject: OOC:A little morbid, don't you think??(Wouldn't care, but just thought I'd be annoying)
In reply to: Praze 's message, "The darkend room..." on 19:18:41 06/12/02 Wed

>The small weed was the only one who bore witness.
>Witness to the brutalitly and inhumane treatment. The
>silhouetted figues rising up into the shaft of light
>that fed the on-looker. Three. One holding another
>from behind, while the third brought the pain.
>Spinters of wood flew through-out the air as the
>attacker brought down a wooden chair on the victims
>head. Letting out a cry of pain, the victim tried to
>desperatly struggle. Blood trickles from the corner of
>his mouth, as he angrily looks on to the attacker.
>
>"You bastard!" creid out the victim. "If I could be
>let free...I'd kill you"
>
>"Well well well, it seems to me you can't be let
>free..." After finishing his sentence, the attacker
>walks over to a dusty wooden desk. Looking down, he
>picks up a pair of blue shades and a handgun.
>
>"Give me my weapons and I could easily kill you
>both..."
>
>"Ah yes, you glasses, let me put them on..."*puts on
>glasses*"Well, these are very special. Heat seeking,
>target locking, and even an internal computer to
>figure out an opponents weakness...you are a very
>careful man, Praze. And you gun, what a magnificent
>thing! Takes three types of ammo, semi-automatic, and
>a laser sight...impressive..."
>
>As a gust of wing blew through the decaying building,
>it blew up dust, causing Praze to close his eyes as
>dust and his blonde-tips blew into them. Turning his
>head, he saw that his "holder" had his eyes closed.
>Bringing his foot up hard, he hit the "holder' in the
>crotch, making him go down in pain. Running, Praze
>jumped out the door just as the attacker fired at him.
>
>"Jyarith! You can't beat me!"
>
>"Of couse I can, Praze! With a weapon like this!"
>Looking around, Jyarith walked outside into the cool
>rain. He looked both ways but still did not see Praze.
>Then he turned around and shot into the darkness.
>With a yell, Praze came out of the shadows, clutching
>his left arm as he walked closer.
>
>"You crazy bastard, you really shot me. Your a bit off
>though..."
>
>As Praze walked straight in front of him, Jyarith put
>the barrel of the gin against his forehead.
>
>"Praze, it truly is a pity I have to kill you. But you
>were reckless and pig-headed. Oh well..."
>
>As he finished, Praze brought his right knee up into
>Jyarith's stomach making him double-over. Praze then
>flicked the knife out of his boot, stabbing Jyarith in
>the back. As Jyarith fell dead, Praze picked up his
>glasses and his gun. Putting in his glasses, he put
>his gun in the holster as he walked into the rainy
>shadows....

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]