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Post by ian on Jun 22, 2009 20:54:27 GMT
That's right folks, look out of your window. The dead have returned.
SHIT!
Ok, not to worry... (Think, think, think)
We need to get out of here. This place isn't safe. So come on folks have a look around the house, what can you find? There must something that will help us survive.
What can you find?
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Post by steppedonwolf on Jun 22, 2009 22:10:13 GMT
A phone! Look, there on the bedside cabinet, a '70s Trimphone!
Zombies are too stupid to cut the lines. Just phone the emergency services, they'll save us...
(Picks up receiver. Dead tone.)
Oh, bollocks....
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Post by steppedonwolf on Jun 23, 2009 22:18:26 GMT
If only I lived in America. I'd have my pick of guns to choose from...
But wait! What's THIS?
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Post by ian on Jun 23, 2009 22:25:58 GMT
What? You mean under that gun on the wall? It's my dad's old shotgun, it's been there for years.
I can hear breaking glass coming from downstairs...
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Post by steppedonwolf on Jun 23, 2009 22:50:32 GMT
Hmm. Ian's old man's shotgun. I wonder...
Hey! A box of fresh shells! (Sounds of shells being chambered). Hang on a minute...
Breaking glass from downstairs? But...but we live on the ground floor!
(Turns in horror to the broken window)
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Post by ian on Jun 28, 2009 19:32:21 GMT
SHIT!
Come on, pick up the gun, I still think we can still get out of the back door.
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Post by steppedonwolf on Jun 30, 2009 10:55:48 GMT
Got it! (Turns to broken window, raises shotgun)
You wanna piece o' me, muddy funster? (Gives both barrels - zombie's face explodes in a welter of blood and ravaged flesh)
Shit, there's more. (Reloads). Too damn many...hang on Ian, wait for me...
...aargh! I've tripped and twisted my ankle.
(uses shotgun as crutch, staggers to feet. Accidentally pulls trigger...)
AARRGH! MY LEG! I'VE BLOWN MY GODDAMN LEG OFF!
Ian - go on without me. One of us must survive, damn it.
But...remember me...
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Post by lilith on Jul 18, 2009 18:32:36 GMT
there's an excellent weaponry shop in York...
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Post by steppedonwolf on Jul 26, 2009 20:52:37 GMT
YORK! What bloody good's that to us in the south? We need heavy artillery (or Shaun's cricket bat) NOW!
(Groaning from the broken window...sounds of zombies moving in for La Roux, sorry, for the kill)
Hurry! Time's running out...like my precious life fluid...
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Post by ian on Jul 26, 2009 20:58:45 GMT
I pause, sigh then flip a coin. Sigh again and go back and bandage the complaining bitch up. IT'S ONLY A SCRATCH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! Then stumbles over a machete just lying on the floor. What are the chances?
Now come on, lets get out of here, they seem to have moved off... for some reason.
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Post by steppedonwolf on Aug 3, 2009 20:55:50 GMT
Ah. A scratch. (Stand up, looking embarrassed) Well, it felt worse...
OK...oh, a machete. Well done, Ian! A pump action shot gun, a machete...and look! Out the window! See them?
LOOK! Reinforcements! New members of the BHN board, they're gathering outside!
(cue for newbies to take part)
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Post by steppedonwolf on May 20, 2010 9:11:40 GMT
Anyone else want to have a go at this?
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Post by ian on May 20, 2010 13:01:26 GMT
It's been nine minths now Ade. Help isn't coming, then again what do we care?
Lack of food, no water, hordes of hungry zombies outside?
I believe that we will have joined the racks of dead now anyway.
Unless...
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Post by steppedonwolf on Jun 13, 2010 20:27:04 GMT
...we need help from outside. We need a fresh member to show us the way.
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Post by Suzanne on Jun 13, 2010 20:40:17 GMT
"let me in..Im with the BHN board..where are your cell phones?'
looking around and see a random shovel, more rust than actual shovel but will do for now...
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