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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 5:56 pm
The main building here at HQ. There's a stage in the center of this large, circular room, surrounded by fold-up chairs; to the right, viewed from the entrance, is a half-wall counter surrounding a kitchen area with almost all your typical cooking amenities. To the left, a TV on the wall with a couch and what might be the only non-broken video game system left on Earth. The bad news? It's a Gamecube.
This room is for important meetings, meals, and a good place to be in case of inclement weather.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:22 pm
After years upon years of basic abandonment, the Hall had fallen into a state of complete desuetude. It looked like someone had came through and searched for goods, got a little mad when they didn't find anything, and went on a little bit of a rampage. Broken tables, chairs thrown about, it seemed as if the assailant might have set up camp for a bit. The ceiling was dripping, and had serious water damage, and a large burn mark on the floor.
Matt looked around, noticing the state of the place "Oh damn. This is gonna be a project." One hand on his sword, the other ready to blast lightning at anything larger than a rat. A sudden flash back to his worldly travels made him remember that rats were the size of a mid-sized dogs these days, Matt was determined not to be taken off guard, not in his old home. He took a few cautious steps inside, checking his corners. He was ready to attack. Ready for damn near anything.
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Fun With Cyanide Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:31 pm
There was a scritch-scratching on the floor behind him, as suddenly about twelve distinct hisses filled the room. There was a pack of nearly mountain-lion sized rats against the wall, watching his every move carefully. One of them walked forward; it was larger than the rest, and had a scar on its snout. Possibly the head of the pack, but it showed no fear as it approached, snarling at Matt threateningly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:43 pm
Matt held the freakish rats stare, his grip tightened on the sword on his belt. Matt kept his breathing steady, not showing any fear as it neared. "Your move." He breathed, as the rat was just inches from his face. It was game time. No freakishly sized rat was going to make a nest out of his home. Matt's face dropped, and he resisted the urge to face palm right now. He was talking to a rat the size of a mountain lion. "I need help. I really, honestly need help. Ah s**t, not only am I talking to rats, I'm talking to myself. Well, the first step is admitting you have a problem."
Matt dropped and swung an overpowered punch at the rats rib cage. Matt pulled his sword, and stuck it through the head of a rat in mid pounce. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye. Matt grabbed a rats head and pumped it full of electricity, which caused the animal to explode like a popcorn kernel. A sadistic grin flashed across Matt's face, he relished in it, any one could tell Matt was enjoying himself. He kicked the lunging rat so hard, his foot got caught in its abdomen, and the extremities of the animal shot off like bottle rockets.
He shook the rat carcass off his foot, as he prepared for the rats to attack, he smiled, grinned wildly, it was almost sick. Had anyone been there with him, they would be terrified, any one except for Alex would have ditched him, and let Matt finish his sickening killing spree.
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Fun With Cyanide Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:34 pm
The rest of the rats screeched as the attack commenced. Unlike Matt's human counterparts, who would have shunned his enjoyment of the bloodshed, it only served to further irritate his furry friends; they all charged him simultaneously, aiming to n** and bite and gouge and cause whatever damage they possibly could.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:43 pm
Matt clenched his eyes tight, took a deep breath, and as he opened them, his pupil had dilated enough to take over his entire eye. he wrapped his arm around a rats neck, and yanked, snapping the neck. As Matt turned, he brought the dead rat with him, hitting all of them in the face with their dead brother. He dropped the dead one, curb stomping he head off one nearest to his feet.
Matt laughed, he pulled out his revolver, and fired off all 6 shots putting every bullet in it's own skull. His smile faded "Shooting isn't as much fun, but I guess it gets the job done quicker." He threw a knife, nailing the last of the regular rats to the wall. Now it was just him, and the leader.
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Fun With Cyanide Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 5:35 pm
The leader watched the slaughter with a cold indifference before flinging himself haphazardly at Matt with a growl. It was a bit bigger than the other rats, and had claws nearly as long as Matt's hand. Not something to be trifled with. The initial lunge was a fake; the rat ducked before Matt could counter it, and made a swipe at his legs. Obviously, this was a more experienced rat. Which is such a weird thing to say.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 6:42 pm
Matt hit his back hard that false swipe fooled him, but did slice up his arm a bit. He blinked a few times, but by that time the rat had him pinned. Matt spit on the rats face, taking it aback, he swung his legs around the animals torso, and launched it into the ceiling. It hit, and fell with a sickening crack, Matt walked up to it slowly, kneeled next to it, and sank his sword straight through his heart. He savored the moment.
Matt stoop up, brushed himself off, bandaged his arm up, and started walking around the room. The pests were gone, but the real problem still remained. The gang needed to fix this place up. Matt rummaged through his bag, much to his surprise found a working pen and a note pad. new lights, more chairs, new table, new carpet, television and gaming console (Slightly optional) Refrigerator, sink, pipes for the whole damn place, podium, stage accesories
Matt flipped his note pad closed, and stuck it in his back pocket. "Jesus, most of this is going to be hard to come by." He muttered to himself. He brushed him self off again, tried to get the rat blood off his face, but just ended up smearing it, and set off to the Girls Dorms.
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Fun With Cyanide Vice Captain
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