JONGON
GIVE IN, SO NOBODY DIES
It was either that, or die a horrible death. I think, anyways. Who knows?
As I sat down, the new col… morelege kid walked into the darkness. I heard Notben shout, and kick, and stomp on the floor. It was fruitless, though. As "Hairy" finished 'cuffing Deceptio, the two of them stepped out, with the college kid carrying Notben over his shoulder. Notben was hurt bad. Blood dripped profusely.
"We have to go. NOW. This motherfucker might bleed to death, and that means Raf gets pissed."
"Is he still here?"
"No. He left on the bicycle a few minutes ago. He's probably back home, chillin' like a villain."
"He is a motherfucking villain." Deceptio shouted. "We know what you did to Clayton, you sick sacks of shit."
"Heh," Hairy chuckled behind us, "Is that a fact? Because what happens to you is exactly the same. Now let's go."
They piled us into cars, except for Notben. They loaded him onto a motorcyc… [view original content]
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
also, HELLZ YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm a semi-antagonist. awesome! Maybe I'll die! I'd totally vote to kill me. unless I'm not a really bad guy... we'll see.
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
Wait, WHAT THE FUCK? Azlyn is still alive, lol. Do I know she's alive? Is she officially part of the group, or he's hiding her?
"WHY DID YOU LET GRAYSONN TAKE THE BEATING?"
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
I know, I meant to say mine, sorry if my comment was a little vague. Regarding your character, I wish I would've voted differently. Then again, there was definitely a one sided vote. Glad I finally made an appearance, though. Hope I'm in for quite some time....?:D
You also mentioned that your character dying will result in us missing some parts of the story? If so, to what extent?
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
I know, I meant to say mine, sorry if my comment was a little vague. Regarding your character, I wish I would've voted differently. Then aga… morein, there was definitely a one sided vote. Glad I finally made an appearance, though. Hope I'm in for quite some time....?:D
You also mentioned that your character dying will result in us missing some parts of the story? If so, to what extent?
JONGON
SPIT IN THIS ASSHOLE'S FACE
Landed right in his eye. I never felt more proud of myself in my life.
Calmly, he wiped it off, … moreand said, "Twistee won't even get a chance with you. Not if I get there first." Pro looked at me with some concern, but he didn't say a word.
PUNCAKE
An hour or two later, we came up to a fence that blocked the road.
"Mission success?" Rafoli's unmistakable voice shouted.
"Success," Pro responded, "But I need to talk to you about two of the new prisoners." The gates opened. The four or so cars loaded into a suburb, which looked perfect. A few of the walls had blood stains, a few windows were missing, and no electricity was anywhere, but other than that, it seemed nice. No paint was chipped, no graffiti. Nothing. The door to my left opened and someone grabbed me by the hair. He pulled hard and dragged me painfully over to where Graysonn was already on his knees. I was dropped, and instead of … [view original content]
"I don't want to answer any more questions. Let's just go."
"You can't just do that, man."
"Yes I can. I'm in charge of you. No more fucking questions." I met this outburst with angered silence. He grabbed me by my handcuffs, and we walked out of the nice, white picket fence, suburban home.
"This is Redwood City. Er. A lot of it. Some of it, namely the less nice parts, were left out of the fence," We walked for a while, past a high school. We came up to a large road, across it sat a bus station and a shopping center, and Pro said, "You don't ever cross El Camino, got it?" He pointed to said large road.
"Um. Why?"
"Because. That was a term of this... Agreement we got. On top of you being handcuffed. Those are the things we give up. They give up the ability to use you to intimidate, and the ability to kick the shit outta you."
"Got it."
Pro sighed, and led me to a building titled "Teen Clinic" outside of the high school. "This is where you go if you are hurt. Remember when I mentioned Doc TinyCarlos? He moved to this building specifically for you. He'll give you a few health exams."
I DON'T LIKE DOCTORS. ESPECIALLY NOT DOCTORS WHO LIKELY WANT ME DEAD
SUCK IT UP. JUST SUCK IT UP AND GO
I WASTE MY TIME
"Coming up on the Today Show, more shocking news on the situation in California. Troops trapped in California military base Presidio of Monterey have been working to save the civilians. Soldiers were able to interview some of them earlier today."
From New York, the whole business in California, depressingly seemed far away. My whole family lived there... And Harp was there for his spring break. I stepped off of my bed, and took the two steps to my personal desk. I pulled up Youtube again, and looked at the helicopter footage of the California outbreak. People falling apart were chasing living. Naturally, social networking websites were spazzing out. Many websites were down permanently. Even famous people, and millionaires were forced to endure. CEO of Google, Larry Page had his personal jet shot down. Musicians who weren't in California at the time had come together to make an album dedicated to the state, in order to send money to charities designed to help those in need.
"Please state your name, and occupation for the camera."
"My name is Tyranitar, and I was a... A... Unemployed."
He's familiar. I tried to recall that name. That face.
"If you're comfortable with us asking, what sort of tragedies have you seen?"
"Nothing that you can't find on TV already. People eating each other. Normal people killing each other for little reason. Disgusting acts, that no respectable human being should ever commit. After a while in the midst of the dead, you get used to it. The smell. The concept. It all seems routine. The actions that others like us take, though. Those are the worst."
"Can you list any examples? If you're comfortable."
"Yeah. I guess. My homeboy has had the worst ---- imaginable happen to him. He watched his kid die. Head smashed in. Then he had to run from everyone he knew, except for me and one other guy. After that, we were found starving. People fed us. Cleaned our clothes. Gave us showers. Deodorant. Then, a couple weeks later, they drug our food. When I woke up, this guy was missing his arm. Eventually, we find a gun, and we don't even hesitate. We shoot ten, twenty people. Then, a day later, we get separated by these ----ing zombies, and hours later, I get picked up by the military."
GRAYSONN
"How fucking stupid are you?" Commenter stood over me. "Did you really think that I'd just forget what he looks like? What's to stop me from beating him right now?"
With a cut lip, and black eye, I readied for a second beating. This time, from Commenter, instead of Twistee. Thankfully, so. I'd much rather be manhandled by this skinny prick than the biker. "Because. Raf gets angry pretty quick. Doesn't he? I'm sure he'd be more than pissed if you beat the shit out of the wrong fucking prisoner."
Commenter took a second took a second to comprehend the threat. He didn't say a word. He simply kicked over the chair I was tied to, walked to the side, then began to kick my side. I knew that this was only the beginning. I simply remembered boot camp, and soldiered on.
PUNCAKE
"WH-"
"Let me show you around town."
"But why-"
"I don't want to answer any more questions. Let's just go."
"You can'… moret just do that, man."
"Yes I can. I'm in charge of you. No more fucking questions." I met this outburst with angered silence. He grabbed me by my handcuffs, and we walked out of the nice, white picket fence, suburban home.
"This is Redwood City. Er. A lot of it. Some of it, namely the less nice parts, were left out of the fence," We walked for a while, past a high school. We came up to a large road, across it sat a bus station and a shopping center, and Pro said, "You don't ever cross El Camino, got it?" He pointed to said large road.
"Um. Why?"
"Because. That was a term of this... Agreement we got. On top of you being handcuffed. Those are the things we give up. They give up the ability to use you to intimidate, and the ability to kick the shit outta you."
"Got it."
Pro sighed, and led … [view original content]
Comments
Jesse is love,
Jesse is life!
spit in his face. For the heck of it.
Edit: Nevermind, voting is already over, lol.
"WHY DID YOU LET GRAYSONN TAKE THE BEATING?"
Why did you let Graysonn take the Beating?
also, HELLZ YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm a semi-antagonist. awesome! Maybe I'll die! I'd totally vote to kill me. unless I'm not a really bad guy... we'll see.
Wait, WHAT THE FUCK? Azlyn is still alive, lol. Do I know she's alive? Is she officially part of the group, or he's hiding her?
"WHY DID YOU LET GRAYSONN TAKE THE BEATING?"
Thanks, that helps a lot
Hey Harp, could you post the status of the current characters, just like Raging did? Of course, no problem if you don't, you have a lot to do.
Raging has a list he updates on page 5.
Why did you let ME take the beating!?
Hehehehehehheheheh.
sorry about the beating bro. Had to be done.
Edit: Nevermind. It's late and I am tired...understood your post wrong.
I know, I meant to say mine, sorry if my comment was a little vague. Regarding your character, I wish I would've voted differently. Then again, there was definitely a one sided vote. Glad I finally made an appearance, though. Hope I'm in for quite some time....?:D
You also mentioned that your character dying will result in us missing some parts of the story? If so, to what extent?
"WHY DID YOU LET GRAYSONN TAKE THE BEATING?"
Shh, it's all part of the plan, bro.
WHY DID YOU LET GRAYSONN TAKE THE BEATING?
I want the next part soooo much.
Is all the parts gathered somewhere? Or do I have to search through the comments to read the story?
Ya gotta search.
Guess I better get started then
It's a little late now, but I could go through and list all of the pages with parts on them if you like.
Heh. I update it once a day, man. Sorry.
but the last part was yesterday. that can only mean.... new part today!
Alright.
It'll change the story big time. Any protagonist dying in their own chapter completely fucks over the story.
Perhaps.
Oooh! I'm a Doctor! Hopefully not a shitty one like Carlos.
Why did you let Graysonn take the beating?
Guys, let's discuss what you think will happen.
make3 me join plz
Dude, sorry, but there are a lot of people waiting to join. Fret not, though. There aren't many left before I start accepting once more.
Seen what you did there but then again perhaps not
Don't worry, I am currently writing the next part.
TIS PLACE IS DOPE BYE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yyfdcoocex8
With Perhaps you had my curiosity but now you have my attention can't wait to read this
PUNCAKE
"WH-"
"Let me show you around town."
"But why-"
"I don't want to answer any more questions. Let's just go."
"You can't just do that, man."
"Yes I can. I'm in charge of you. No more fucking questions." I met this outburst with angered silence. He grabbed me by my handcuffs, and we walked out of the nice, white picket fence, suburban home.
"This is Redwood City. Er. A lot of it. Some of it, namely the less nice parts, were left out of the fence," We walked for a while, past a high school. We came up to a large road, across it sat a bus station and a shopping center, and Pro said, "You don't ever cross El Camino, got it?" He pointed to said large road.
"Um. Why?"
"Because. That was a term of this... Agreement we got. On top of you being handcuffed. Those are the things we give up. They give up the ability to use you to intimidate, and the ability to kick the shit outta you."
"Got it."
Pro sighed, and led me to a building titled "Teen Clinic" outside of the high school. "This is where you go if you are hurt. Remember when I mentioned Doc TinyCarlos? He moved to this building specifically for you. He'll give you a few health exams."
I DON'T LIKE DOCTORS. ESPECIALLY NOT DOCTORS WHO LIKELY WANT ME DEAD
SUCK IT UP. JUST SUCK IT UP AND GO
I WASTE MY TIME
"Coming up on the Today Show, more shocking news on the situation in California. Troops trapped in California military base Presidio of Monterey have been working to save the civilians. Soldiers were able to interview some of them earlier today."
From New York, the whole business in California, depressingly seemed far away. My whole family lived there... And Harp was there for his spring break. I stepped off of my bed, and took the two steps to my personal desk. I pulled up Youtube again, and looked at the helicopter footage of the California outbreak. People falling apart were chasing living. Naturally, social networking websites were spazzing out. Many websites were down permanently. Even famous people, and millionaires were forced to endure. CEO of Google, Larry Page had his personal jet shot down. Musicians who weren't in California at the time had come together to make an album dedicated to the state, in order to send money to charities designed to help those in need.
"Please state your name, and occupation for the camera."
"My name is Tyranitar, and I was a... A... Unemployed."
He's familiar. I tried to recall that name. That face.
"If you're comfortable with us asking, what sort of tragedies have you seen?"
"Nothing that you can't find on TV already. People eating each other. Normal people killing each other for little reason. Disgusting acts, that no respectable human being should ever commit. After a while in the midst of the dead, you get used to it. The smell. The concept. It all seems routine. The actions that others like us take, though. Those are the worst."
"Can you list any examples? If you're comfortable."
"Yeah. I guess. My homeboy has had the worst ---- imaginable happen to him. He watched his kid die. Head smashed in. Then he had to run from everyone he knew, except for me and one other guy. After that, we were found starving. People fed us. Cleaned our clothes. Gave us showers. Deodorant. Then, a couple weeks later, they drug our food. When I woke up, this guy was missing his arm. Eventually, we find a gun, and we don't even hesitate. We shoot ten, twenty people. Then, a day later, we get separated by these ----ing zombies, and hours later, I get picked up by the military."
GRAYSONN
"How fucking stupid are you?" Commenter stood over me. "Did you really think that I'd just forget what he looks like? What's to stop me from beating him right now?"
With a cut lip, and black eye, I readied for a second beating. This time, from Commenter, instead of Twistee. Thankfully, so. I'd much rather be manhandled by this skinny prick than the biker. "Because. Raf gets angry pretty quick. Doesn't he? I'm sure he'd be more than pissed if you beat the shit out of the wrong fucking prisoner."
Commenter took a second took a second to comprehend the threat. He didn't say a word. He simply kicked over the chair I was tied to, walked to the side, then began to kick my side. I knew that this was only the beginning. I simply remembered boot camp, and soldiered on.
WHERE AM I?! Tyranitar talks about his homeboy (WalkingMustache) and one other guy(probably GuiltyKing).... Am I the guy with no ARM ? :O
NO!!!!!!!! Gotta love that face when he shrugs though...
Well... Another arm would just get in the way. :DDD
Maybe you oughta read a little more carefully. Also, vote.