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Post by citizenmike on Jul 9, 2009 12:04:40 GMT -5
The Black Goat appeared before Mr. Psycho and said, "I am the Black Goat... Ruler of this realm, however, there are things I can not control. The slaughtering of the innocent mindless at the hands of your friend and yours has angered the power within the city. It has sent out its minions... Soraszen is on its way."
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 9, 2009 22:49:00 GMT -5
Leaving the bottle lodged into the mans face as his life left him in a series of gurgled coughs and splutters I leave him in the alley behind the trash cans.
Walking out, blood staining my hands, face and teeth. Somethings wrong.. Something doesn't feel right.. Don't worry about it your probably just getting paranoid again.
Walking farther down the street there's a parked car, I look inside. The idiots left the keys in.. So sad.
Speeding down the roads swithing lanes left and right clipping people off the pavement and smacking the clear off the road and smashing the windshield as they bounce off and fall, scraping their skin as they tumble down the road fading away behind me.
Smashing through the gates of the funhouse. We've reached our destination. Still going full speed I bail out rolling across the courtyard, leaving the car to plough through the masses of zombie creations and finally crashing into the wall next to the door pinning one between the car and the wall in a gorey mess.
"I need more friends... More weapons.... I'm so alone." A tear rolling down my cheek and hitting the ground. Instantly after that I run full speed into the wall headbutting it to make me focus on something else, a blood curdling crunch as my skull connects with the wall brings me to my senses and I make my way into the funhouse where screams and pleas for mercy can be heard.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 10, 2009 0:31:41 GMT -5
Slowly but surely, Sora's mist came around the corner to where the Black Goat and Mr. Psycho stood. It slowly covered everything in the area, turning it a dark red colour. Sora didn't show itself; it remained safely concealed within the mist, scanning the area.
The Black goat was there, so was Mr. Psycho, but where was Tommy, the deranged, insane clown who didn't know what was good for him? Must be either out on a murdering spree or in his funhouse, thought Sora, I'll create some scouts to search him out if he's not prancing around with his disgusting excuse for 'friends.'
Unnoticed by Mr. Psycho and the Black Goat, two dark red mist-beings resembling birds then emerged from the mist and flew into Animus's skies, searching.
The mist moved on, passing the Black Goat and Mr. Psycho, in the direction of Tommy's funhouse. Mr. Psycho will get his punishement, thought Soraszen, for now I have to focus on that damned clown pest. If it had a visible body, Soraszen would have given itself a confident smirk. I'm coming for you, clown, and you won't like what I have in store for you... I'm going to burn down that funhouse and make you suffer for what you've done...
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 10, 2009 19:17:08 GMT -5
Patrolling along the long line of deranged monstrosities as they stand 3 ranks deep and one hundered men long with several regiments in the courtyard. Armed to the teeth in weapons and armour, guns, clubs, blades. This is my army and it will not dissapoint. I am dressed in full Rambo-style war gear with an American WWII helmet and a cigar. Belts of bullets line my chest in a cross with jungle knives attached to my arms and legs. Camo paint smeared slightly over my face giving me a nightmarishly evil look when mixed with the clown paint.
"Alright boys! I have had a lot of false alarms with you lot, lining you up out here and roll calls just to have nothing happen in the end and for that I have to say I don't really care as you have all lost free will you are all mine so if I say we're gonna have a line up we will have one! In any case this I believe is not a drill! We have a declaration of war and our enemy is one of which is not human or easy to kill! A higher power that we must not underestimate! Ok, so I want some heavy artillery down on the ground with plenty of core regiments of melee men in fron to offer protection I want some covering fire for all troops in the courtyard on the new walls and ramparts we have erected I want some flamers on the flanks covering the gate and if we are forced to retreat to the House I want to be reasured that we will be able to make it safely so I will keep some men with mini guns and mortars protecting our escape route and to be sure that the house is not destroyed and we're stuck out here there is a force field of some sort keeping it intact! When we get in there I want you al to take up positions much like out here any one with a gun to cover the men on the ground who will be waiting in ambush for the enemy with close combat weapons! There is the plan, now let's hope that we are in fact more superior to them and that we if we aren't we have a shitload of luck on our side! 'Cos I'll be dammned if we lose the foot hold in controlling this fine city of Animus! You are the Creation of the Clown! Do not, and I mean do NOT let me down or you will wish that they had gotten to you first! Move out!!"
Movement of everyone getting into position and the sound of rattling weapons and armour block out the sound of anything else.
Walking to get a high vantage point of the field I think to myself if we can actually hold out. I am genuinely worried..
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 10, 2009 19:19:28 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho sensed something... Something strong... Something fun. His smile grew, into a large sadistic smile. “So Mr. Goat man, you say that Soraszen-babe is after us because we have been slaughtering its friends?” He bursts out into a short laughter “But It hasnt got me yet... So that means, its not angry enough” He turned on his heel, his back facing the Black Goat, but still talking to him “Well, I must be going Goaty-sweetheart, it was a pleasure meeting you” He blows the Black Goat a kiss, then in a split second he has vanished. In a little four bedroom house lives four mindless, all sitting in the living room. Mr. Psycho smashes through the window, with two gleaming katanas, one in each hand. He is laughing madly, he lands neatly on his feet. And in one quick slicing motion, all of their heads are on the floor. He picks one up, a female head. “Im sorry honey, it was for the best” He pulls out his mechanical object, it hums loudly, and it washes the room in a blue light, all the bodies and heads are gone. Except for the head he is holding. He cuts the word PSYCHO into the females head. “A picture of perfection!” He laughed loudly and insanely “Oh, but im not dead yet, my little mechanical baby just fed me and im feeling GREAT!” He screams then drops the head on the floor. He smashes outside, and sees a pub. The pub inside is full of mindless just wandering around, the wall explodes, Mr. Psycho stands in the dust with a scythe. “Daddies home!!!” He screams, his eyes bulging out if his head. He runs through the pub slashing randomly, but with skill. Twenty mindless were alive, now twenty mindless are slaughtered. He holds a head in one hand and his mechanical object in the other. Again, the object hums and all the bodies have vanished. He feels the surge of power. “My dear lord, that is such an orgasm its embarrassing!” He cuts PSYCHO into the head he was holding then drops it to the ground. “Well, i best be off!” He sprints off, and into another business building, where the sound of blood splatter can be heard.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 10, 2009 20:16:59 GMT -5
Soraszen rounded the corner and quietly came upon the area containing Tommy Tyrant's jolly little funhouse. No (unharmed) mindless were in sight, which only confirmed it. Soraszen, upon hearing groaning from the courtyard, discreetly and quietly changed course so that it faced the back of the funhouse.
This was it. Out of Sora's mist formed monstrosities that desembled creatures of the worst nightmares imaginable: snake-like shadows that struck as fast as lightning, demonic-looking hunch-backed brutes that wielded oversized weapons, bat-like creatures that screeched madly, that hovered obove Sora's other creations, humonoid shadows with crimson blades for arms... all of them were inspired from the Hell that Soraszen had been forced to live through. All of them imbued with the same rage Sora felt for the loss of the mindless in the city. Despite its urge to have them call out, Sora forced them to remain silent, so that they could keep the element of surprise.
The only exceptions were the two imp-like beings and the several mist birds that then formed out of Soraszen's mist.
"Go find some explosives," said Sora quietly. "Gas will do as well! We're going to blow this building to smithereens! Or, if that won't work, we'll blow up their artillery."
As the those imp-like and bird-like mist-beings scampered off, Soraszen and its forces proceeded forward, only to be met by a force-field. It stopped its forces in its tracks, and no matter how much they pounded on it, it was useless.
Troublesome clown, thought Sora, I've been through Hell, and quite frankly, this is not the first time I've encountered something like this. It returned to its human-like form, put a hand on it and concentrated.
It took a lot of effort from Sora, but some holes slowly appeared in the forcefield, enough so that some of its forces could slip in. Soraszen grinned.
"Destroy this building and all of the atrocities within it!" it said, still hidden within its mist, "leave no zombie standing, destroy everything in there! Beat up that clown too if you can!"
Gleefully, its forces that were within the force field immediately began demolishing the funhouse. The bat-like screechers tearing at the roofs, the hulking brutes smashing the walls with ease, the shadow snakes hurling balls of dark energy at it, and everyone else just going all out to destroy the building... it was a wonderful sight for the memory demon. Soraszen faded back into the mist, observing, watching as the building slowly started to fall.
Soraszen, along with the rest of its forces, then headed for the army in the courtyard, intent on destroying every single last one of those atrocities Tommy the clown had created.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 10, 2009 20:32:36 GMT -5
Explosions and ruckus could be heard from inside the funhouse. Those slimy little bastards!
"Men! The're inside the House! FLAY THEM ALIVE! I WANT THEIR HIDES!!!"
With that all the creatures and zombies armed like a special operation unit they flood into the house sounds of bullets and cannons cracking and the blunt clang of pipes boards and various other nasties could be heard as I leap down from the roof flying in through the window into my office.
"Do you have any idea who you and your friends are dealing with here? Your dead! ALL OF YOU! THIS IS MY HOUSE AND YOUR OFFICIALLY FUCKED!" Going over to the gun cabinet and pulling out an automatci shotgun blessed with voodoo by just resting in my fingers I run down the stairs to see the battle raging on. Explosions everywhere fire consuming practically everything in its path including those of mine and the enemy. A monster with blades for arms is at the base of the stairs I leap down landing on top of it knocking it to the ground it screeches out, a shrill piercing noise to the ears. "You ugly mother fu...." I blast its head from its shoulders and move in searching for their commander blasting anything in my path.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 10, 2009 20:51:50 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho walks out of a supermarket, covered in blood. “Thats another forty dead, this is surprisingly fun... And I feel great!” He screams. Due to the large ammounts of beings Mr. Psycho was consuming through his mechanical object, he was changing. All the scars and markings on his body vanished, his teeth grew longer and sharper and all his muscles more toned. His eyes got a more murderous look within them. His senses heightened. His spine grew sharp points which stuck out of his back. “Wow.. I like this.. I’ve never consumed this many in one sitting! Some call me a greedy monster, but I see myself as an opportunist, like Ted Bundy!!” He bursts out into hysterical laughter. He then walks quickly up to another mindless man, and smashes his face with a brick, he throws the brick away. And he pulls out a knife, carving PSYCHO into his forehead, then cutting his head off. And consumes the body with his object, which he safely puts back into his pants. He continues walking on the road with the head, he walks up to a school and shoves the head on the gate. “Now its time that everyone learned that Mr. Psycho is a permanent resident here! This means I must reach out to the children!” He runs at the school, pulling out a sledgehammer, he smashes through the main door. Mindless just wander about. “Mmm they look oh so consumable!” He thinks and he starts to kill everyone in sight. Hes almost completely out of control. “Hmm, ten is just a number I am not satisfied with. Its looks like im going to the school assembly!” He shout then busts into the school hall, where all the children and teachers are sat. Theres at least a three hundred. Mr. Psycho wears the most sickening , disgusting and horrifying smile he has ever wore. Then he goes to work laughing hysterically.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 10, 2009 21:20:56 GMT -5
Exactly as I planned! thought Sora, they're going after only a small part of my forces, while the bulk of my army will attack from behind. Classic ambush.
Soraszen kept itself hidden within its mist as it, along with the bulk of its forces, went into the funhouse, ambushing many of Tommy's abominations in the process. A good chunk of them were destroyed before the zombies could react. Unfortunately, the flamers caused a considerable amount of casualties, mowing down a considerable part of its melee forces, being the only ones that could actually effectively kill its creations. The artillery could damage them and slow them down dramatically, but they were frail and were dealt with fairly easily if a melee mist-being managed to attack it in melee.
Most of the zombies, though, when they retaliated, could only slow down Soraszen's creations, buying the flamers more time to mow down as many mist-beings as they could manage.
Soraszen assisted its forces as it could, in the form of a large concentration of mist. It constantly shot blades at what zombies were within sight at deadly accuracy, while mentally controlling its forces to the best of its ability to minimize casualties. While it didn't look like it, it was struggling. Tommy the Tyrant was proving to be a surprisingly tough opponent. Unlike with Tommy, Soraszen weakened with every casualty. It had to finish this. Fast.
"Keep within the general area of the entrance and the area," Soraszen ordered, as it reamained at the entrance of the funhouse, watching it as it slowly burned down. "Make sure no zombie escapes. And get rid of those flamers! They're causing a considerable amount of casualties!"
The ranged and flying mist-beings hastily obeyed. The melee ones, at Sora's mental command, got up, fighting back their injuries, and tried to escape. Some were caught in the blaze, others shot by Tommy or his zombies and then caught in the blaze, and others managed to make it outside. Soon the fun house was surrounded and in flames. Swarms of battle-like mist beings tore at the building from outside, as well as any zombie that attempted to shoot at them, while the remaining shadow snakes launched a barrage of energy balls at the building. The damage was getting to be extensive. It was only a matter of time when the building would collapse.
Soraszen could not help but mentally compliment Tommy for building such a durable building. It scanned the burning interior for him, the surviving melee fighters standing protectively in front of it.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 10, 2009 22:13:34 GMT -5
"No mercy for the heathens! And no retreat! We hold them here or nowhere at all! Anyone I see running I will personally massacre you! Keeping fighting!"
Flames were now everywhere, the flamers were ridiculously inaccurate but suprisingly had gotten rid of a few of the mist creatures. With the turrets and heavy fire from cannons missiles and the sort mowing down on those on the ground floor it was surely a blood bath.
Running around clotheslining and firing off rounds of the shotgun. It was only a matter of time before it ran out of shells. Throwing it with enough force to lodge itself throughly into one of the mist monsters heads sending it to the ground not to get up. Pulling out two jungle knives I take to hacking apart and stabbing the monsters as they run at me. Piercing one in the shoulder and yanking him foreward to try bite its neck, the blades went in and it screamed but I could not eat it.
Kicking it off my knife I keep slashing and cutting them down. "Make them retreat! We will not lose this place! Fight for it as if it were your life and more importantly your SOUL!"
The braindead zombies kept fighting relentlessly as they were cut down where they stand, molotovs were thrown some deliberately at the zombies so they wpould catch fire and run into the fray. I couldn't help but smile to myself at the pure love of the slaughter.
"Now remember children, you can't spell slaughter without laughter!" Cackling insanely to myself as another mist monster was put down. "Now where is their leader?!"
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 10, 2009 22:39:24 GMT -5
“Three hundred more dead, and im just getting warmed up!” He walks out of the school, all that is left are blood stains and one head that has PSYCHO carved on its forehead. He puts his sledgehammer away and pulls out an axe. He starts to run into random buildings, one-by-one, massacring everyone inside. “Oh yeah, the show must go on, and it is!” He screams as his axe thunders down into some mindless’s head. He keeps consuming everyone he kills. He groans in pleasure. “I’ve never felt like this! I like this alot.. Infact, I could get used to this” The body count rapidly continues, and so does Mr. Psychos power.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 10, 2009 23:45:48 GMT -5
Many of the mist-beings that Tommy cut down got back up and attacked him again, not intending to give up. Physical attacks were not enough to kill them - just slow them down. Many of those mowed down by Tommy and the zombies, those that managed to avoid the flames, just got up and kept fighting. Soraszen, after all, made them to be persistent - annoyingly so.
Meanwhile, it calmly commanded its mist-beings in favour of more evasive maneuvres. Those flamers were quite inaccurate. Soraszen carefully manipulated several of them to go after some of its shadow snakes. As the shadow snakes darted around them, nimbly avoiding their flames, those flamer zombies accidentally killed several dozen of their comrades, including each other.
The remaining shadow snakes that darted around the battlefield and the remaining flying screechers nimbly dodged the zombies that shot at them, carefully manipulating them to shoot their own brethren.
Meanwhile, the two imps and several shadow birds that Soraszen had sent out earlier had returned. The two imp mist-beings had stationed themselves at a safe distance away from the burning funhouse. There, they carried many ingredients to made Sora's personal cocktail explosive - a very deadly combination of dark energy, ordinary mundane explosives, some really reactive chemicals and a bunch of other ingredients. With the amount that the imp and bird mist-beings had brought, it would be enough to bring down that funhouse easily.
At Soraszen's mental command, the imp beings began mixing the first batch. Such maneuvres required a lot of concentration on Soraszen's part. That was why it stayed at the entrance of the funhouse, surrounded by its melee-centric guards, as it directed the fight from there. It planned to move in to fight Tommy only after the funhouse and Tommy's foul creations were destroyed. Once deployed, those cocktails would do the trick. All Soraszen had to do now was kill as many zombies as possible while the imp mist-beings got it ready.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 11, 2009 0:24:09 GMT -5
The mist-beings just kept getting back up no matter how many times they were cut down. They start to swarm over me beating, cutting, biting. Some of my zombies come along and pry them off me I stand up a bloodied, pissed off wreck.
Howling in rage at how my minions had been so easily decieved into killing eachother like that. In my anger I punch the closest thing I can which was unfortunately one off my own creations knocking him down he gets up and stumbles off crippled in the head.
I look outside to see some flying freaks holding random objects I don't recognise, untill I see the explosives!
"Fuck! With all that firepower they could level this place to rubble! I want some fire turned on those little bastards over there! NOW!"
A large group of heavy armed zombies start firing at the flock of imps flying away. Bullets tear through the sky but missing their targets and going straight through them so I cast some voodoo spells to allow the zombies to be able to hurt them at least now their bullets start taking off feet and putting holes through wings some start falling to the ground where more zombies run foreward to tear the downed creatures apart.
"Thats what I like to see!" Taking my helmet off to wipe my brow then seeing that they seem to have it under control I put my helmet back on and join in the fray again. Seing a zombie with a mini gun fall to his knees a grenade goes off nearby and sends me into a shock shell mode everything is dulled by the peircing shrill in my ears I run up and take his mini gun and just start firing like a mad man into the mobs of mist monsters, blessing the gun so it can destroy them when the're hit. It tears through the battle killing zombies and mist monsters alike.
"How many are there?! Theres got to be an end!" Firing, the chain runs dry and I'm out of ammo. Throwing it down, still rolling and hot, I stand tall and clap my hands together! Inciting ancient voodoo a giant purple haze appears and engulfs my zombies, enchanting them forcing muscle and sinew to burst from their skins and heal their wounds. Some being mutated to sprout new arms and belch fourth fire and acids. They are now able to harm these mist sons of bitches!
"Go my children! Wreak havock on the battlefield! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" As my eyes roll back in my head I lose all control of what I'm doing and run in ripping monsters apart and pummeling them to a bloody pulp, stretching my arms out to extraordinary proportions I grab hold of a minion about to finish off a zombie and drag him slowly, deliberately to me. Lifting him up and squeezing tightly, my mouth starts to dislocate and I slowly force him in swallowing him like a snake then my gut expands from the sudden large entry then retracts almost instantly as I belch out confetti.
"Right my lovelies. Let's get this party started......" I rip off my commando jacket, take my last jungle knife from my leg and trace it across my chest, drawing blood and sending me even more crazy and lustfull for blood to come.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 11, 2009 15:17:17 GMT -5
Inside the funhouse, the battled raged on.
"...Damn it."
Soraszen concentrated even more in an attempt to more effectively control its forces. The screechers inside withdrew, taking many of the shadow snakes with them. From the cieling, they bombarded the zombies with balls of solid energy, raining destruction upon Tommy's forces while they maneuvred carefully to avoid those belching fire and acid. A few were nonetheless shot. They fell, mostly into the raging fires within the funhouse, only adding to the number of casualties.
Meanwhile, Sora's melee guards kept back from the fight, skewering any zombie that dared to attack them or that dared to escape. Controlling all those mist beings took a great deal on concentration on Soraszen's part, hence it why it hoped that Tommy would not figure out that the mist beings' leader was the mass of mist just in front of the entrance, just outside the funhouse.
To help distract the zombies, Soraszen then created illusions of the melee, ranged and flying mist-beings. While dealing less damage and being much more fragile then the real things, they would hopefully reduce the number of casualties of the real mist-beings. Sora watched happily as its cannon fodder rushed in, their only purpose being to get chewed on instead of the real things... because they weren't even real.
In response, all of the real groundbound mist-beings within the funhouse suddenly retreated, joining Sora's guards at the entrance, as swarms of illusions took their place. Throughout all of this, the screechers and shadow snakes continued to rain down destruction from above on the remaining zombies.
Outside, illusions of the screechers and cocktail-loaded mist-birds appeared, giving the ranged zombies targets to shoot at... targets, that unfortunately for them, Sora could afford to lose.
The screechers, at Soraszen's command, then detached themselves from the roof and launched themselves at deadly speed at the ranged zombies, often ambushing them from behind while they were busy shooting at the winged illusions.
Some of Soraszen's melee guards then rushed to defend the fallen birds, slashing at zombies as they did, others protecting the two imps as they continued to prepare the cocktail, rushing them away from the battlefield so that they could prepare it in safety. The surviving (real) mist birds returned to the imps as well, awaiting their load of the deadly batch.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jul 11, 2009 18:17:34 GMT -5
Why would they only retreat half their forces? Looking to the entrance and the mist monsters fleeing while leaving the more tenacious and determined half still fighting on, I see a couple of zombies hacking away at one only to see it fall too easily and just disappear. The're fucking duplicates!
"Get the deserters! No mercy! NO SURVIVORS!!" Leaving a large amount of zombies to take apart the duplicates so the rest of us can get to the entrance and destroy the real mist monsters. Picking up a sword from off the ground I hold it into the air and shout "You are my creations! You are the Creations of the Clown! Show them the meaning of fear!" Rasping out the last word we charge in, blood, guts and limbs are flying everywhere while our support fire rains down from the balcony above. Theres a strange amount of power sitting in this area. Looking up and signalling any zombies on a higher level to start throwing grenades, molotovs and tear gas to tear apart their forces. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THEIR COMMANDER!" Before the day is done I will have his head. He should at least have the common courtesy to fight me himself! Fire is raining down and from above boiling oil and tar is poured upon all of us, including me and fire sears through the ranks and the mobs fighting down below. Screaming in pain I try bat out the flames but it's no good the're stuck with the oil. Running wildly, blind, hacking at anything in range. I can feel my flesh dripping from my bones and skin shriveling away.
Sounds of the funhouse weakening and straining under its own weight send shivers down my spine. "SAVE THE FUCKIN FUNHOUSE YOU LIMEY BASTARDS!!!!" I'll deal with these peasants later. Running back to the funhouse, which even though blind was easy enough to find as I hadn't strayed too far from it. Inside the sounds of battle screech as sirens all around me I hold my ears and scream in pain and anger. "How could this happen!?" Taking off my helmet and throwing it down, the flames on me have died down leaving me horribly burned and charred, flesh and skin hanging off in some places, parts of my skull and other bones becoming visible.
I hear a thunderous crash as I turn around not knowing exactly where it is, I wave an arm around blindly grabbing someone and ripping them to shreads then pulverising them then when they hit the ground I stomp profusively making sure they aren't recognisable. Thats when I feel a sudden threat of claustraphobia, the entrance has caved in. Roaring with sheer madness I hold up my arms and with a sudden clap together, crashes can be heard from all around. All other entrances and exits have been utterly destroyed, we're trapped inside.
"If that's how this cowardice bastard wants to play? THEN WE SHALL PLAY!"
The heat of the flames is near intolerable and smoke has now been forced to stay inside limiting anyone and everyone's vision to a foot or two in front of them. Coughs of pain all around show that my zombies cannot handle it and the weaker ones start to die off leaving a crumpled, pulsating body of muscle behind.
"Come! COME AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!" Waving around angrily, "IT ENDS HERE! ONE OF US DIES HERE RIGHT NOW!"
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