C.o.D- DAY 4: Questions.
MGB opened his eyes. There had been an unusual conjunction of circumstances, the result being: him, somewhere….underground. He cautiously felt the surface he was lying on. It was grainy.
His years picked up nothing. His nose only hastened to report that he was in trouble. Right. So where did that leave him? Lying on dirt, in the graveyard, forgotten in an uncovered grave pit.
… Anything else?
He opened his mouth and screamed and screamed and screamed.
This made him feel 15% better.
The last thing he could remember was entering the graveyard and…… a gardener…some big stones, a statue…something about fried chicken, a little….
That fuckin’ gardener.
It was all his fault, of course.
He lay there a bit, desperately putting off the terrible moment of getting up and having to face all the problems of life and such.
He could feel him limbs hurt. Above him, the blue sky..
Several hours passed and MGB was beginning to wonder if he would ever be able to get out. He was even beginning to feel miserably for all the bad things he had done in his life.
Another couple of hours passed and so, darkness lapped around him. He attempted to whistle a few snatches of unpopular songs between his teath but the sound was simply sucked into nothingness…
He screamed again.
“Erm…someone there?” came the answer. “You okay? Oh my..”
MGB turned his face upwards. He recognized the voice. It was drop.
She jumped into the pit, her hand clenching a rope, her face a little frightened.
“Come on, let’s get you outta’ here”.
In the meantime, something fishy was going on in the castle. Literally.
There was this awful smell of fish floating in every room and every hallway. Very unpleasant, indeed.
Adonai was in the kitchen preparing some odd, bubbling, green thing with unknown properties when everything started. It was coming from the pipes under the sink.
*flap flap* *flap flap* Pause.
He leaned across the table to have a better look. It was a fury thing.
It stared back at him.
Adonai blinked, action that proved to be his last in fact. The little furry thing swallowed his head in an instant and gave a little squeek.
It raised it’s little head and flapped it’s little wings.
The little creatures came from everywhere: toilets, sinks, pipes and invaded the castle by running from one place to another with their cute little orange feet doing the
* flip flop* sound, their wings flapping.
There was no escape. They were completely out of their minds.
Darkus had to lynch some of them, as they greatly outnumbered him, and then run away. " God damn those poor penguins" he thought, shooting his way through. "Amen"
“ Fuck!! Told you global warming was BAD!! Now he have mad penguins all over the place!” Henchy screamed irritably, picking up swords and axes along the way.
He had managed to reach the armory along with Kiam and now they were both doing the things they were really good at: surviving.
A few minutes passed and silence fell over the large room.
Mouse was full of joy. He was enjoying the breeze, a strange sensation filling his entire body. He wasn’t sure what he had taken but, by the look on his face, he was happy he’d chosen it.
He was pumped with drugs. And talking to a penguin pursuing him.
“What’ll happen to him..?
“No no no no, I meant the Indian. In-di-an. Get it?”
“Another one of who? Amazing..”
“__” The penguin scratched his neck with its little foot. This was unusual for the little bird, so it just turned around and began his awkward walk towards the castle. It wasn’t used with this type of pray.
Mouse had a purpose. He wanted to dig for TAZMO’s grave and nothing in this dimension could stop him, not to mention a little horde of savage penguins.
After a little wandering around he spotted it. He rolled up his sleeves, took a shovel and starting digging and whistling and digging and whistling and diggin’ and diggin’ til he reached the master’s grave.
He hurriedly opened it, gleaming eyes.
“..WELL I’LL BE DAMNED!”
It was empty.
and again, the map:
List of players:
7. Bill (dead. Hero)
8. Razor (dead. Thief)
9. be0wulf (dead. Bishop)
12. adonai (dead. Riddle Man)
13. brightparis (dead. Granny)
Rules here :C.o.D: Guards! Guards!
Last edited by sakura_hana; 03-30-2008 at 02:18 PM.
I do know it's e long story >__<
I'm sorry, I can't refrain myself.
dam i was wrong
well at least i was high that was nice
I'm still alive !!!
well they didn't kill me (hey did they kill any one)
you don't get it.
It was empty.
You know,penguin taste just like chicken...
Oi, I need one more vote for the guard. til now
infamouse voted for MGB
and darkus voted vor infamouse.
Don't want a tie and certainly don't want to make it random.
ok then I'll vote infamouse, too.
I think he is up to the task...