Let's say you died falling from a 1 meter-high chair ok ?

i have spent the last 2 and half hours editing my story, adding some space and stuff to it.
If you have ever been bored... it is nothing compared to that crap. Staring at a white screen, full of text you know damned much... argh!

Wowz0r Vikin' you're so cooool

Can you release the .doc file for guys who don't wanna read all the offtopic ?

I can host it if you want.



EDIT : OMG I UNDERSTAND NOW !!! FCUK YOU GUYS ! VIKIN' GOT HIS FACE EATEN NOW !
(Vikin' got his face eaten after being threathen 8 times of getting his face eaten.)



Afaik siralucard you're not in the story.

This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 09, 2005 01:52 am

Oh em effin gee. Viking, I want your children.

Love the story. I also thought it was funny in its own way how Mic started wailing when his coat got dirtied


Can't wait for more. (especially if its of me! I love seeing my characters, not to mention other characters, written so lively in your writing style. You're a riot )

<vader>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO </vader> My coatttt....

hey , It's much better in red ! And maybe with demon powers ! W00t !

they guys in the truck....

*BuMp* Vikinnnnnn' ? When are you gonna make another part ? I can't wait ! Others too ! Nikku too ! (And he will eat your face again)

4900 views man... 4900...

This post has been edited by Mic2070 on August 11, 2005 10:14 pm

POSTAGE WENED MRORE!!!

Jouni was standing by the gun collection, drooling at the reloadable LAW while the apartments owner was sitting in a chair, with the head in his hands. It was eerily silent for a long time. Finally Keyes stood up.

Okay, Most important things first. We have to board up everywhere the undead can enter. We can check out my guns later.

With those words, Keyes towed Jouni away from the gun rack and over to the living room.

Everything thats bigger than say, this, Keyes said while stretching out his hands about 2 feet apart, We can use. Just pile stuff by the door and Ill nail it up.

Jouni had finally snapped out of it, and was dragging cupboards and other furniture towards the door. When finally arriving, Keyes kicked the wooden things apart, and fastened it to the wall with his nail gun. Funny how it had suddenly appeared when he had needed it

After a couple of crushed chairs and a couch, the door looked pretty much impregnable. They moved onto the windows, covering them all up in planks and nails. With the room fully barricaded, they decided to gather all the supplies.

And no, Jouni, staring at my, cough impressive firearms collection still wont help us.

Jouni sighed and moved into the kitchen, where he began opening drawers and shelves and taking things out. Keyes did the same.

Jouni focused on nutrition and various edible things. He had emptied the kitchen for all the long-lasting foods like cookies, flour, oil, canned vegetables and salt and put it in a heap on the floor. The fridge could stay where it was for now.
Keyes, on the other hand, had taken batteries, duct tape and some bottles, and proceeded on to the lavatory where he took out medical supplies. He got into the living room a few minutes later with his hands full, and said, alright, the moment youve waited for lets check how the guns are going.

Jouni left the kitchen as Keyes found the right a keychain, inserted one of them in the lock, and twisted around. The glass door swung open, and the weapons were free for grabs.
Jouni summed the guns up with a quick glance. A Kalashnikov, two Berettas, the specialized LAW Keyes had bragged about, and an M16 he was unsure whether it was an a2 or a4.
The twin berettas, standing on a small podium, seemed to be the prizes of the collection. They had a light underneath, giving the two beauties a golden shine. All the other guns were simply supported against one of the walls.

Theres no ammunition here, Ill go search for magazines and bullets, Keyes said, and moved away from the cabinet.
He opened a closet. Apart from a shirt, two jeans and a jacket it was pretty empty. He nudged at the bottom with his foot. It hit something, a cardboard box. He flipped the lid away, and there the ammunition was. Mountains of 5.56 and the slightly smaller 9mm bullets covered the tips of a few clips.

Ho boy. Itll take some time to sort out all these, Keyes said as he grabbed at the bottom of the box, Hey Jouni. You have to help me separate the ammunition.

Okay. So what do we do afterwards, when all the ammo is stocked and supplies ready? Jouni replied.

ThenWe wait.



Long time, I know. What can I say? I blame it on....hmmm.... the postman. Yes, it's his fault. The fiend! More coming tomorrow, I promise. Then it'll be a few more pages.

OMFG IT'S T3H MEEE! AND JOUNI!! WAZZAAAAH!

It was good! Keep going! And if you want, I'll go shoot your postman for you

POSTMAN !! YOu BASTARD !!!!!


lol. More !

nice, need more! *head explodes* ><

feeed huun- Blam.
The old man smashed against the wall, a large caliber bullet lodged into its brain. Dark blood flowed out of the wound and reddened a ragged shirt.

You got served Mic said while chambering a new .357 into his Eagle.

The city was now swarming with these madmen he had nicknamed as undead, since they never reacted to pain (even if that was impossible, everybody knew it was. Undead? Dont be ridiculous).
He had slain more than forty of them, but it seemed futile. Heavens Gate had more than three million citizens, and a lot of them were joining the ranks of killers this very moment. But there werent anything else he could do about it, so
Krak. Gravel crushed under a foot. Mic heard it crystal-clear, although the owner of the foot was trying to hide it as best as he could. The demon hunter dropped his Desert Eagle with his left hand, grabbed the sawed-off with his right and threw himself to the ground while taking aim, all in one floating move. The barrel was aimed at a dark figurethat also aimed something at him.

Drop it. Im a faster shooter than you, the figure said in a calm tone. Yet something in his voice said he wasnt kidding.

Prove it.

Mic rolled to the side and pulled the trigger. KaBlam. He fired with both barrels, the flash lighting up his foe. It was a tall, dark man engulfed in a dark coat, and with a t-shirt underneath. The motive was a black skull on a grey background. Skull or not, he would vaporize in a millisecond.

The dark guy was almost laughing. A roll-and-fire move, thats it? he thought as the red-clad person tried to blast him away. He answered this with a spin, elegant like the one of a ballet-dancer. He had spun out of the firing angle long before the pellets came out of the barrel, showing as nothing but a distortion in the air. It was his turn now. Draz cocked the m1911, and stopped the spinning movement a few feet away from Mic lying on the ground. He pressed the pistol against the red mans temple.

He said, Well, well, if it isnt red riding hood, trying to fight the wolf. Give me one reason not to fill you with lead.

Were on the same side? Mic stuttered while trying to reach for his last firearm, concealed underneath his suit.

Not good enough, you know that.

His mind was racing, trying to find something useful. Anything buying him enough time to get his gun, deal with this guy on equal qualifications and get out of here.
Alright, what if I tell you this city is swarming with mass murderers.

The man seemed to ponder on it for a second. His iron figure remained the same, but still he said,I doubt thatbut keep going.

Since this evening, Ive both seen, and heard, people kill and get killed. The murderers seem to be in some kind of sect, they never hurt each other, and attack only with their hands and mouth. But thats the worst part When they kill someone, youd think hes gone. Right? But no, somehow they dont kill him completely, or whatever. All I know is that when they kill someone, they get back up. And joins them.

Waityoure just buying time, arent you! Draz smirked and tightened his grip on the pistol.

Klik. The smirk faded as quickly as it had came. Exactly, said Mic, holding his gun pointed at the skull wearer, Terror balance. If I shoot, youll shoot too. Since we both want to live, I suggest we both walk away from the other.

They both stood up, and began walking backwards from the other, all the time holding their guns aimed. Mic found his other two weapons, and holstered them, before he crouched down.

I hope our next meeting will be different. Until thenadios.

Draz could only watch as the demon hunter flung himself backwards and into the air. When he landed, he turned and ran, and was soon no more than a shadow.




Woots to the hoots, new one

This post has been edited by Elite viking on August 16, 2005 07:42 pm

im still not in it....


Very good writing though, like the way its going...

Wow. Someone which is *almost* as good as me.

Meh still likes ! GOGOGO !