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Hugh heard a noise and looked to his right and saw a woman dressed in a barsmaid attire enter. She was fairly attractive and her brown hair swayed in the wind. Her uniform was fairly clean, save for the specks of dust she had on her shoes from sweeping earlier.
Hot mama. I’ma get dis girl in bed, wooo! Then we can make lots of little baybays for the Cross Society! Man, I am a [b]GENIUS[b]!
He took another drink, and eyed the girl, waiting for her to turn around and look into his magnificent and hawt eyes.
Come on, baybay. Shake ya bootay, turn around.
[Heh. heheheh. hehehehehh. heeeehehehehhehehehee.]
It was a beautiful summer day in VuTalia. The sun was shining brightly, the birds chirping happily, and the dead offenders hanging from the gallows, stinking up the whole street. What a magnificent sight.
The sight of dead bodies just brings back memories. I’ve killed so many men, yet it’s still hard to look at their cold, lifeless bodies. If only Father was alive…but he’d probably make me kill more people, although we did rake in a huge amount of money…but then again that was the reason Boggy attacked my father. That fat greedy bastard…I swear, once I find him, AH MUNNA
eathisfatomnomnommmSCALP HIM!Hugh sighed and moved on. Ahead of him was the local tavern, Golden Lizard. The stone walls were dusty and there were holes in them, which were probably fillled with bugs. Under the large sign of the tavern was a large oaken door, filled with scratches, perhaps from years of brawls outside the bar. The door looked dirty, so Hugh tried to be cool and kicked the door open, and hurt his foot as the door was ‘PULL’. He silently cursed to himself and grabbed the door open and slipped in.
After cleaning himself up, (by wiping his hands on his pants) Hugh looked around himself. A vibrant tune was being played by two lute players and a recorder player, giving the atmosphere an uplifting mood, despite the obviously troubled citizens inside. The bar was fairly empty, with people scattered across the room, and even one that laid passed out on the floor.
Hugh took great care to not step on the guy, seeing his large muscles and sharp weapons. “Bartender, kobe on the rocks, please.”
“You got it,” answered the bartender, a fat balding man in his 40s. His uniform seemed so tight that it looked as if it would burst any moment. In fact, the buttons looked really loose. Hugh hoped it wouldn’t shoot out and hit him.“Hey, bud, here ya go,” said the bartender, sliding a mug of ice cold water at him.
Hugh thanked the man and took a swig, watching the occupants of the bar closely, to see if there would be anybody he could recruit.
/end
Sorry, for sucky post; cannot start out. :/
Arladerus said: And I still <3 Halo.Er. Froggy. That ain’t my last name. It’s three separate words. =w=
Sorry, you don’t get to choose titles, you earn them in this-a here dog-eat-dog world.
Well, I didn’t have concrete evidence of its existence so I forgot. It was probably on the internal forums. Was that the one where Ganzi was an OP necromancer…?
Here’s my entry. I’m not going to bother PMing, because I trust people won’t look. Riiiiiight?
This is probably the only entry anyways lol.
Hi, I’m Banky. I’m a bank robber. Although people say I’m obese, I rob pretty damn well because I haven’t been caught yet. Plus, it’s a good exercise to run around, with my sexy fat jigglin’ about, sweatin’ like…um…uhhh a bottle. I don’t even have to have a weapon. Just give them a lil, nudge and people just fall down. Cool, huh? I robbed a bank about a day ago, and parked my car in front of a Wal-Mart ’cause I needed to buy some Nexon cards. My little pixelated whore is about to get all pajama…y. Anyways, when I left the store with about $50 worth of NX, my car was gone. Suddenly, my phone rang. I grabbed at my left asscheek, and tried to squeeze my phone out from the tight, body-hugging jeans. I checked the caller ID, and noticed it was my brother.“What do you want?”
“…I stole your car.”
“…Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Cuz your fat. Bye.”He hung up. His words hurt so much, I raged. Oh, I raaaaaged! Ruaaaar! My clothes ripped apart, as my fat convulsed. Sweat glistened on my love handles. I panted hard, trying hard to contain my rage, but I couldn’t. My stomach began rumbling, and my fat pulsated. I felt a strong desire to eat, and eat I must. I grabbed at the nearest object, which happened to be my NX cards, and gobbled it up. Then I ran. I ran to find my brother. Strangely, I was running at just over 20mph, thanks to my hunger driven angry rage. Within minutes, I located him at a grocery store, buying some fruit. Grabbing a pineapple, I screamed at him and knocked him over. Then, I told him “I’M NOT FATTTTTTT! I’M JUST FLUFFFY!!!!!!!!” and rammed the pineapple up his ass. He screamed like a little baby, and died from shock. What a pussy. I got my car keys from him, and left the scene. Happy that I was reunited with my loot, I drove off into the distance, humming to a cool little Christmas jingle.
End.
