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I don't know what to say. I mean, I really don't.Geez, Hakoshen, I always make you crazy avatars you don't use. You don't have to rationalize not using them.
Remember last time I replaced your gun with a wedge of photorealistic Brie? Also I think you were a mime once. Good times, good times…
Indeed. Now for a laugh and to keep you occupied untill the narration.
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edit: The url link button thing messed up the link.
edit,edit: There. Fixed that for you.
~Love. Product Placement.
Narration!
The midnight wind sent chills to the bone for the lousy weather reporter had the audacity to report a cold spot tonight. As a result, the streets were unusually empty, since people were staying inside, unless they absolutely had to.
Unfortunately for our local hitman, he was on a mission.
"Lousy Godfather for not investing in warmer headware." he complained.
"Oh but fedoras are so stylish" he continued, imitating the voice of his boss.
Grumbling to himself he continued down the road, looking for his mark. He had a special someone on his mind tonight and chuckled with the prospect of giving that individual a nasty case of lead poisoning.
After hiding around a shadowy ally for a short while, his target finally appeared, walking down the street, prompting the hitman to get out his gun.
"LOOK OUT!" someone shouted, pushing the target into cover, before the gun went off.
"Blast it." cursed the hitman as he pursued the two men who ran around a street corner but by the time he reached that same corner, they were nowhere in sight.
"Screw this. I hate running." said the hitman to himself, while putting the gun back in his pocket. "I'm taking a nap".
[spoiler]I guess paramedics can come in handy from time to time.[/spoiler]
"*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*" said the door, loudly; rudely waking up Kroatz.
"Whnatup now… with the…" grunted Kroatz, as he was jolted out of his dream, most confused about what he was trying to say.
"*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*" continued the door, insisting that somebody payed attention to it.
"All right." He groaned, as Kroatz stood up from the couch that he was napping on and approached to open the door.
"Did you hear that they are proposing new gun control laws?" asked the person at the door.
"They are?" asked Kroatz back, still working some of the sleepiness out of him.
"Well, I sure hope I don't get in trouble for… CONCEALING A WEAPON!"
[spoiler]Kroatz has been Flashed![/spoiler]
"Noooo…." screamed Kroatz, as he ran under his bed, wishing he could make the bad images in his head go away.
As he sobbed there for a short while, he discovered that someone was walking into his room.
"Thought you could hide from me there?" the intruder asked.
"Oh god! You're back to torment me some more?" asked Kroatz back.
"Hmm? I don't remember tormenting you before but I suppose that can be rectified." replied the intruder as he stood over the bed that Kroatz was hiding under.
"Wait… who is this?" asked Kroatz now all confused.
"Someone who decided it's time to clean up this town." said the intruder.
By now Kroatz realized that wet liquid was dripping down on him, through the mattress and a golden stream started splattering all over the floor, originating from where the intruder was standing.
"What the… You better not be peeing in my bedroom!" Kroatz shouted angrily.
"Heh… Not quite." chuckled the intruder before dropping a match on the petroleum soaked bed and jumping out of the room.
[spoiler]Kroatz the Duelist is having a rather bad night.[/spoiler]
Meanwhile, a rather jolly looking man could be seen walking into his home. Closing his door, he breathes a sigh or relief from getting out of that cold.
"About time you got home!" Said an angry voice in the darkness, prompting the homeowner to reach for the light switch. No luck there. The lights are out.
"How dare you make us wait like this?" asks another voice, causing the now terrified villager to reach for the door he just came through.
A knife cuts into his arm, before he could reach the knob, causing him to scream in pain.
"We don't like waiting for our victims".
"No. We don't care for it at all".
"We don't like to be bored".
"Don't care for it at all".
"Clearly you must be punished".
"Clearly you must".
And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.
[spoiler]jninjashadow the Flasher wished he had it as good as Kroatz[/spoiler]
"Now, I know I was due for a check up but is this really necessary?" asked the concerned villager as he was being strapped to a heavy duty examination board.
"Very much so." replied the scientist. "You have no idea how many patients manage to escape, without proper restraints. Now open up and say aaaahh…"
[spoiler]A villager gained the following ability:
Wolverine claws:
Who needs weapons when your own arms are deadly tools? You now gain a kill power, if you didn't posses one already.[/spoiler]
"Good lord. How far did he shove that thing down there?" asked the coroner, as he struggled to pull the rubber chicken out of Harks esophagus. As he prepped himself for a final tug, he couldn't help not noticing something attached to the back of Hark's armor plating, lying on the personal items table.
"Who could have put that there?" pondered the coroner, as he detached a rather small explosive from the plate, for further investigation.
Speaking of bombs. Another one was planted tonight.
Meanwhile, a rather shaggy looking lady walks into a run down building and approaches a binged up man, wearing a fur coat. She closes in and whispers something to his ear.
"My, my, my." Says the pimp. "Isn't that interesting."
Night 2 is over
Day 3 has begun.
I feel sympathy for you, ooooh..that really would hurt. Well, just leaving it hanging there, makes an easy target. Lucky for me, I had docs working on my junk, not psychopaths.And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.Oh sweet f@cking Christ… They took my…. they hacked off my… my… GRAAAAH!
That is until he closed the door and discovered that he was not alone in the house. A quiet figure stood alone in his living room, waiting to be noticed.Fancy kicks = hakoshen profile "Either way, I've studied tae kwon do, karate and jiujutsu"
"Then you should take it on my brother. It was his decision to come here." replied the figure with a soft voice.
He was cut short by a blinding pain in his foots as a knife cut through both his Achilles tendons, causing him to drop down on the floor.
"You won't be making any fancy kicks today, I'm afraid." said the second unwanted house guest, who had just crawled from under the coat rack.
With the bloodied knife pressed upon his neck, the villager was now utterly at the mercy of his assailants who were now breathing excitedly over their catch.
"We're going to have fun with this one, aren't we?"
"Oh yes. I believe he will last a long time."
"Ah long time indeed."
"Good times ahead."
"Oh, we do have other hobbies that we share."
"But we're not in the mood to tell you our life story."
"About time you got home!" Said an angry voice in the darkness, prompting the homeowner to reach for the light switch. No luck there. The lights are out.In the darkness = Roku's avi is surrounded by black cross hatch? Hakoshens comic icon has him surround by blackness.
"How dare you make us wait like this?" asks another voice, causing the now terrified villager to reach for the door he just came through.
A knife cuts into his arm, before he could reach the knob, causing him to scream in pain.
"We don't like waiting for our victims".
"No. We don't care for it at all".
"We don't like to be bored".
"Don't care for it at all".
"Clearly you must be punished".
"Clearly you must".
And with those words, the flasher lost his means to flash people.
I was a townie.Well, at least you didn't have to go through all the grief stages recovering from that flashing. You'll be missed.
I got killed.
I already told you who is to blame for my death.
why Wolverine hands? Who would pick who to operate on?
Side effects may include…: The Mad scientist has targeted a individual of his choice to perform crazy experiments on. The ordeal will change the individual, possibly granting him additional abilities. What those abilities are and whether or not they turn out to be beneficial, remains to be seen.Basically, the mad scientist picked a person to operate on. I have a list of various powers that the person might gain, that I pick at random, every time that this power is used. The mad scientist can't control what powers he'll give to the person that he selected.
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