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Post by Tic-Tac on Oct 3, 2008 20:36:02 GMT -5
(In order to play this game, as a ZOMBIE, you MUST have "Zombie" in your name until The end of October) So the point of this game is to survive the zombie out break of adorable flesh eatting puppies. How did you survive...and if you didn't...tell the story of how you were bitten!!
Tac was sitting in his tool shed, quiet minding his own business. It was dusk...nearly night fall, while he worked relentlessly on his latest project- the de-pelter-turbo. It was going to be the end of Lucky Dearly and there wasn't a thing he could do about it!! Perking an ear at the sound of the door opening, Tac didn't give much thought to it behind him. "Crosswise?" He asked, respecting a reply, perhaps Dipstick...but instead all he heard as a low shuffling sound. By the time Tac turned around it was too late; Two-tone's paws had wrapped around his throat in a cold, clammy grip. "N, NO!!! NO GET OFF!!" Tac cried helplessly, while he reached for his shock collar, but it was too late. With a CHOMP Twotone bit down into Tac's neck, drawing a gush of blood from the poor genius. Tac coughed and sputtered, struggling to get towards the door, knocking over vials and chemicals as he crawled. But it was to late...with a wheeze, the poor puppy collapsed to the ground, twitching helplessly, while Twotone gnawed on his leg. moment's later, the shed exploded, the volatile mix of chemicals causing the reaction, and when the dust and smoke cleared two creatures rose up....zombie Tac and Zombie twotone....both of them headed towards the farm...
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 3, 2008 21:22:49 GMT -5
Two-Tone walked into the barn, the hunger for flesh made her approach one of the more unsuspecting pups namely Lucky. "Hey, Two-Tone you alright?" Lucky asked seeing the blood on her muzzle, Two-Tone didn't respond but instead she bit down on Lucky's arm, Lucky let out a painful yelp as he struggled to get free. "Two-Tone let me go!" He yelled as he felt blood flowing from his wound, he feared Two-Tone had gone rabid, a possible plan of Tac's no doubt .
"Forgive me Lucky." Two-Tone mumbled with her muzzle full, Lucky finally broke free clutching his bleeding arm, the pain unaware of a new pain in his stomach causing him to vomit. He looked up at Two-tone, his eyes glazed over with a smile "Two-Tone I don't know about you but, I'm hungry!" the now zombified Lucky turned and stalked an unexpecting Cadpig while Two-Tone turned her attention toward Rolly
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Post by Kit on Oct 4, 2008 4:43:22 GMT -5
There was at least a month since he had turned his back on the home that was. Sunshine warms Kit's face as he reaches to top of the hill and views a small town lying below. "Breathing has never felt this good" he says to himself and begins to sing one of the old traveller melodies. Sad they may sound, but it only means something good is coming.
(sings) "...Out here, there is no fear nor hurt..."
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 5, 2008 23:26:06 GMT -5
Cadpig turned wagging her tail facing Lucky "Hey Lucky, any new adventures planned? Any scheme of cruella's need foiling? Or do you wanna ..." Cadpig yelped as Lucky bit her ear, the smaller pup tried to fight him off "Lucky what's gotten into you?!" Cadpig screamed, the scream alarmed Rolly as he saw Lucky attack Cadpig but before he could do anything Two-Tone pounced and bit Rolly in the stomach. Rolly yelped loudly as Two-Tone dug her teeth deep into her brother's large belly. Cadpig struggled as Lucky dug his canines into her skull biting down drawing blood.
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Post by gabriellavedier on Oct 25, 2008 21:04:00 GMT -5
Gabe was tinkering again. Again. He always had nervous energy when he was alone. Having lived his whole life surrounded yet isolated, the warmth of romance and tenderness of engagement had opened him up to the idea of being WITH someone, when normally he'd merely be near someone.
But not now. Ertha was gone. Thanks to a working knowledge of mass transit routes and GPS data she had gone off back to Mousehole* to visit friends and family and tell them of her impending nuptuals. So her fiancee was left alone, to putter around and perform administrative duties. And tinker with his various projects. And to sing. "There was an old farmer who lived on a rock. He sat in the meadow just shaking his Fist at some boys who were down by the crick Their feet in the water, their hands on their Marbles and play things at a half passed four..."
*: Yes, that's an actual place. It's a town in Cornwall known for its Stargazey Pie.
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 26, 2008 4:23:37 GMT -5
Cadpig's shrieks echoed in the barn as Lucky tore into her flesh, the smaller pup squirmed till she stopped moving, Lucky finally let go as he turned his attention on Two-Tone biting on Rolly "Hey save some for me will ya?" Lucky approached Rolly as Two-Tone bit down onto his stomach
"Okay, I think he could feed the both of us." Two-Tone spoke as blood dripped on her muzzle, it wasn't her own blood rather it was Rolly's, the terrified pup stared in disbelief as his two siblings trying to eat him like a pair of cannibals.
"Lucky! Two-Tone! What's gotten into you guys??" Screamed Rolly, this caught attention from some other puppies who saw what Lucky and Two-Tone did.
"Well, we are incredibly hungry for one. And two we just can't help but crave flesh." Lucky explained.
"Please guys don't eat me!" Rolly pleaded but his pleas met on deaf ears as Lucky bit him in the stomach at around the same time Two-Tone bit into his throat causing Rolly to yelp loudly. The two zombie dalmatians began to devour Rolly's flab infront of the terrified puppies, they panicked and ran out of the barn in shear terror.
"Aww there goes our buffet." Two-Tone pouted while chewing on some flesh she tore off of Rolly's throat
"Relax, there are other pudgy pups on the farm like Aria for instance." Lucky licked his lips thinking about devouring Aria, what a blow that would be to Tac if he devoured Aria infront of his eyes
"Hopefully you guys saved some for me." a voice called from the barn as Cadpig limped out bitten and bloodied but now a zombie too.
"Well Cadpig I'm sure we could save some of Rolly for you." Lucky stood aside allowing the now zombified Cadpig to join in their feast. Two-Tone eyed the old wagon. "Thinking of paying Mooch a visit?" Lucky asked
"Sure, think mongrel tastes as good as purebred dog flesh?" Two-Tone asked
"Guys how could we be so cannibalistic? Even though the flesh of our family tastes so good." Cadpig whined at her newfound cannibalism as she tore into Rolly's flesh or what remained of it.
"Sure, what will you guys do?" Two-Tone asked
"Well I think I'll go pay Tac a visit and rip him apart, he always wanted to see me dead so I'll give him his wish. Too bad I'm not the kind of dead he wanted me to be." Lucky started towards the toolshed before Two-Tone stopped him
"Um about that, I kinda devoured him already. Sorry about that." Two-Tone gave a meek smile even though part of her flesh on her muzzle had rotted away.
"You got him? Aw man and I wanted to do that honor, oh well." Lucky returned his attention towards one of the fleeing pups and stalked after it, Two-Tone meanwhile headed to the old wagon to see Mooch and the gang, licking her lips at the meal ahead of her
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Post by gabriellavedier on Oct 26, 2008 19:32:10 GMT -5
Certain moods are broken only by the introduction of the novel, that is, of new situations and instances, or simply that which breaks the function of routine. For example, no one thinks about the falling of leaves or calling of birds when walking down a path well known and often travelled, but spring to new mental and physical vitality at the sound of a shot, or the sight of a tree in the road. A moment of interruption takes hold, a mental shift from the routine known to the panicked unknown. From thence, for those with great presence of mind or abundant rationality, comes an assesment of the situation, a reappraisal of matters and, possibly, the solution to it or theories about it. Certainly, a tree in the road requires only to be gone around, but a truly active mind would wonder why the tree fell at all. Investigation follows on the heels of curiosity as night follows day.
Thus it was that Gabriel, hearing screams from his system of pipe inputs into his office, bethinks himself to go and search. Being no C. Auguste Dupin, and needing more than to sit and consider, he proceeds, but does not proceed alone. Rather, he remembers his shock collar, with the taser probe in it, and brings, as well, a primitive flash-bang grenade formed of an old can packed with magnesium oxide with a slow-burning fuse attached to the striker of a lighter. Screaming could mean Cruella or other DeVils. Better to be safe than to be sorry.
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 27, 2008 13:49:56 GMT -5
Two-Tone approached the hideout where she saw Mooch eating some stolen dog food from the farmhouse, he turned to see Two-Tone and smirked "Decided to rejoin us and dump that loser Luckless huh?" Mooch asked before Two-Tone pounced on him, he thought of this as a joke and laughed "I take that as a ..." Mooch suddenly screamed as he felt Two-Tone's canines drive deep into his face, kicking and screaming Mooch tried to pull her off noticing the foul stench of her decaying skin, freaking out Mooch screamed for help as Two-Tone begun to devour his flesh.
"Not as tasty as the others were but you'll do. Besides it's not like you could give me indigestion" Two-Tone continued to rip at Mooch's bloody face with her canines, she could feel Mooch struggle underneath her body but the struggling was weak from blood loss and eventually he became still.
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Post by gabriellavedier on Oct 27, 2008 23:13:57 GMT -5
"Van muerte tan escondida Que no te sienta venir, Porque el plazar del morir, No mestrorne a dar la vida."
Spooky sighed as she recited her Cervantes, taking care to pronounce each word carefully. It proved difficult. Her french tongue longed to say it one way and her english surroundings desired she say it another. But she would not be ruled by any such things when her intent was to speak of death. Even to one one at all. Even as a mere whisper in privacy, working before a cracked mirrror applying a touch of soot to make the edges of her single white spot more regular and uniform. A perfectly uniform death's head. It was beautiful in her eyes and what else could matter to a pudgy puppy than that?
She had the day off, despite Ertha being gone. She worked part-time as a secretary, when Ertha worked service, but even then there was seldom much to do. She didn't mind. It suited her temperment to sit and be inactive for long periods or to read whatever came to her paw.
It was, then, most strange to see the boss leaving his office, burdened by something around his neck and looking... curious. She had heard the screams as well, but assumed it was simply halloween time fun. The sort of thing than made sport of her gothic leanings and thus sent her into a minor funk. But this was new. So she resolved to join her boss, to see what had bestirred him from his normal tinkering.
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 27, 2008 23:28:01 GMT -5
Two-Tone emerged from the wagon chewing on a piece of flesh ripped from one of Mooch's limbs, Lucky sat and waited along with Cadpig, between the two of them was the torn remains of Star whom had unfortinately been the victim of the two zombified dalmatians.
"Was he good?" Lucky asked
"Could have been better, oh well got any ideas whom to go for next? We need pups like Rolly, extra plump and juicy." Two-Tone asked, Lucky licked his lips at the thought
"Good call, Aria's probably the biggest on the farm so lets pay her a visit." Lucky eyed the toolshed or what remained of it. "Seems like somebody beat us to it." He pouted
"Wonder who?" Cadpig asked while trying to reattach her loose lower jaw
"Probably Tac since I jumped him, or maybe it was the explosion there?" Two-Tone shrugged, Lucky whoever had another idea and started toward the farmhouse.
"Oh Lucky you wouldn't! Our own parents??" Cadpig asked a bit suprised not by Lucky's choice but also cause she was craving her parents' flesh too.
"Well we always go after some of the other pups like Puffy, Anzu, Belchic, Sneezy, Lita." Lucky began listing various pups by name
"What about some of the heartbreakers? They might have some meat on them." Two-Tone suggested, Lucky thought about it.
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Post by gabriellavedier on Oct 28, 2008 20:18:00 GMT -5
"Monseiur Rosenstein?" Only one person ever used the last name of Gabe's family back home. Only one puppy was that polite, which made her an excellent part-time secretary. "Why are you out here, when zere is work to be done? You work zo hard all zee time and it pays off! Why are you doing zee slacking?" Spooky approached her boss with a swish in her pudgy hips, her death-head spot only half complete.
"Had an inkling, Spooks..." Gabriel replied, adressing her in his offhandedly casual manner despite the intense focus on his face and in the position of his ears. "I heard something through the pipes. And no, it wasn't just horsing around. This was something bigger. Something worse. Get into the club and lock it down. Get whatver you can and defend yourself."
"Non. I will no hide while you face zee grave dangers away from Ertha. She would kill me, and while it is not zo bad a thought to moi, I cannot die yet. Zere is too much to do. Let me help, Monseiur."
"Call me Boss, Spooks. Come on."
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 28, 2008 20:38:53 GMT -5
Lucky turned and started back to the barn where he saw Patch and Penny, the two pups looked petrified at the sight of their zombified brother as he pounced Patch and began to dig his teeth into Patch's flesh, Penny screamed and ran only to be pounced by Two-Tone and Cadpig whom both started to rip into her flesh. "Sorry Penny, sorry Patch, but we just needed something to eat." Lucky muttered as he bit into some of Patch's flesh. Lucky turned his attention toward the two girls devouring Penny then looked into Patch's dead face. "If I see Thunderbolt I'll give him a few bites for you." Lucky got off Patch and walked to the girls
"Lucky think some of our victims will reanimate?" Two-Tone asked
"Probably, I'm not sure." Lucky answered before seeing Rolly emerge from the barn torn up and with dried blood on his fur and with his stomach still torn wide open behind him was Spot whom was also torn up as well having been mauled by Rolly.
"Guys I'm starving." Rolly whined
"Don't worry we will find more food." Lucky answered just as he watched Patch get up also a zombie.
"Luck, you don't have to bite Thunderbolt for me. I can do it myself." Patch wiped some blood from his face.
"So what now?" Two-Tone asked
"We find more food." Lucky eyed the direction of the farmhouse, the group of zombie pups started toward it
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Post by gabriellavedier on Oct 31, 2008 1:16:44 GMT -5
"Have you seen Diva, Spooks? As long as we're going to go running around like idiots, we may as well have our ducks in a row."
"Ducks, mons... Boss?"
"Never mind. She was supposed to come in to work today but I didn't happen to notice if anyone came in at all. Chalk it up to being busy."
Spooky trotted over to the door at the front of the structure that formed The Game Lounge. "Diva! Are vous inside!? Diva!"
From within came a panting voice, sweet, light and clear. "I'm here, Spooky! What's wrong? No one else has come around so I... Well, you know. Free uses of the stick machine! Employee perks rule."
"Think you could come out here, Diva? I'm gonna be doing a little out of work work. And I'd like all my present employees to help me out with it."
From the door of The Game Lounge emerged another pudgy pup. She was nicely rounded, and well spotted, with a largely black hindquarter, with a star-shaped white spot on her right flank. "What's going on?"
"Screaming from the barnyard. And not the usual kind. Let's go see what's happening."
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Post by Two-Tone on Oct 31, 2008 2:08:03 GMT -5
Lucky eyed the farm looking for more victims, already Rolly devoured Dumpling and Mayor Pig with Patch's help, his gaze fixed over towards Tripod whom was fending off a two on one from Cadpig and Two-Tone. "He looks formidable." Lucky approached the fight as Tripod felt Cadpig's jaws dig into his armless shoulder, yelping in pain Tripod tried to knock her away only to feel Lucky's jaws clamp around his only good arm.
"Lucky what are you.....Oh god!!" Tripod was gripped in terror seeing Lucky's decayed face latched onto his arm drawing blood, what he saw next was equally terrifiying as Two-Tone bit his chest open causing him to cry out in agony.
"Sorry Tripod, but you'll thank us later." Two-Tone devoured some of Tripod's flesh that she bit off
"Guys don't! Please!" Tripod cried out as he noticed from the corner of his eye Duke was rushing up but he too fell after being dropped by Rolly and Patch and joined unexpectedly by Wizzer and Penny, the four pups tore into Duke's flesh causing him to yell in agony before he went silent "Duke!!!" Tripod yelled before he felt Cadpig's teeth sink into his throat cutting his air off. Lucky and Two-Tone both dug into Tripod's head biting hard and drawing blood. Tripod tried to fight but loss of blood weakened him to the point he couldn't even move as the three zombies finished him off
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Post by gabriellavedier on Nov 1, 2008 14:48:11 GMT -5
"Guys, we've got blood." Gabriel peer down over the large splotches of red dicovered on entering more proper farm environs. He checked around the area and found not only signs of a struggle, but a path away from it. "Someone survived this."
"Mmm, parfait*..." Spooky leaned in close to the blood, sniffing it deeply, and releasing her sniff as a sigh. "New blood. Neuveau sangue." She opened her mouth wide and let her tongue hang out, hovering just a bit over the largest puddle.
"Spooks! Focus! And you're freaking out Diva."
The tongue retracted into the plump goth's mouth right away, while she softly cleared her throat and got back on her haunches. "Désolé, Boss. But, vous knows how rare zis opportunity is."
"I know. But control yourself. This is definately not right. Stay close you two. I've got one flash-bang and that's it for protection. Let's follow this trail to the farmyard."
*: Not the food, french for "Perfect."
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