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Post by prymal on Oct 8, 2011 20:55:37 GMT -5
....Prymal walked past the swinging, rusted sign that read "Phantasm Community", hanging at an odd angle. The streets were empty and he was glad he had his trusty 4 barrel shotgun. He glanced back to make sure the '71 Cuda was still parked to the side of the empty street. Up ahead, he could have swore that he had seen the mayor, Gopher just turn a corner. He hurried to catch up.... ;D
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Post by Natalie on Oct 9, 2011 7:48:15 GMT -5
Unbeknownst to Prymal, Natalie lurked within the shadows of the Community's streets. She quietly observed him, learning his weaknesses and the frailty of his human body. As Prymal caught up Mayor Gopher, Natalie stepped out from an eerie alleyway. The two men turned as they heard the footsteps behind them, to see Natalie staring at them with the moonlight shining in her black oynx eyes...and two silver spheres hovering beside her.
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Post by DustinM on Oct 9, 2011 17:25:03 GMT -5
As Natalie, Prymal and Mayor Gopher went about their business, Dustin lay in a nearby coffin in advance of his funeral ceremony, which would be presided over by Funeral Director Deeminator.
Soaking in the solitude of being shut inside a narrow wooden box, Dustin thought to himself... "These cheap b*stards didn't even embalm me. Some funeral this is!"
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Post by gopher in heat on Oct 12, 2011 22:16:29 GMT -5
Prymal turned to Gopher, hoping he had some sort of plan of action, but Gopher had mysteriously vanished.
"d**n..." Prymal muttered, slinking backward toward the forest nearby.
Lena gave Prymal a menacing yet seductive look, which locked him in place. He suddenly found himself now moving toward her, despite his mind telling him to do otherwise. His situation grew increasingly grim...
Meanwhile, the coffin which held Dustin suddenly slid off its stand and onto the floor. Still trapped inside, Dustin panicked at this sudden crash. Paranoid at who or what might have been responsible, he kept himself silent. Several moments passed with no more movement or noise, which almost seemed even more terrifying for poor Dustin. The silence was broken once more when the blade of an axe crashed and splintered its way into the coffin, a mere 6 inches from Dustin's face!
"Who the hell is out there?!" Dustin screamed with a nervous undertone.
The coffin lid suddenly ripped open, and standing above him was the silhouette of a figure holding an axe, backlit by the extremely bright examination light hanging directly above the looming shape. Terrified, Dustin squinted at the menacing shape to get a better look. The figure leaned down and into view.
"Hey buddy, let's get outta here!" Gopher smiled, holding out his hand to assist Dustin to his feet.
"Jesus, you scared me half to death!" Dustin sighed, gripping Gopher's hand and pulling himself to his feet.
"Sorry, I couldn't open the lid so I found this axe in that fire emergency case on the wall over there and used that." Gopher motioned over to the wall on the opposite side of the room.
Dustin paused for a moment to get a sense of his surroundings when suddenly the reality of how he got in that coffin in the first place came crashing back to him.
"Gopher, we gotta get out of here! Like... right now!" Dustin exclaimed, "Before SHE comes ba--"
Suddenly the heavy doors to the room burst open. It was Funeral Director Deeminator! She looked none too pleased. Stepping out from behind her were a couple of her goons--The Never Dead and Floyd!
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Post by prymal on Oct 14, 2011 11:46:06 GMT -5
This is too hilarious! When i started this, i did not know if anyone would even care, let alone play along, too funny man!
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Post by Natalie on Oct 15, 2011 17:34:41 GMT -5
I'm actually curious as to where we can take this, haha.
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Post by gopher in heat on Oct 15, 2011 23:14:06 GMT -5
Someone's gotta continue it!
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Post by scubasteve on Oct 17, 2011 13:37:06 GMT -5
The light emanating from the funeral home cast the Funeral Director's and the Goons' shadows onto the street stopping short at Dustin, Gopher and Prymal's feet. It was the classic Mexican stand off; one fella with an axe, the opponents with slicing balls of death from another dimension.
The first sphere launced itself through the air and using the axe as a baseball bat, Goph knocked the sphere out of the park.
"That was the weakest of my minions," Deeminator guffawed. "Feel the wrath of my secret weapon!"
She reached into her back pocket and plucked out a wind up bath toy with scuba equipment on. She wound the key in the back and released it into the air.
It fell to the ground with a thud and flopped about on the ground not doing much.
"Ha," Dustin interjected. "Your crummy bath toy is no match for my pinwheel of death!"
Dustin pulled the childrens' pinwheel from his button hole, he'd used for a flower substitute and blew on it, setting the blades in motion. It took off from his hands and headed straight towards The Never Dead and Floyd...
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Post by prymal on Oct 17, 2011 21:40:04 GMT -5
Hehe, pinwheel of death...
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Post by prymal on Nov 4, 2011 21:29:40 GMT -5
...Suddenly Prymal looked up from his "hehe" and found himself alone again! "What the hell?" Prymal asked to himself. "Was this some crazy dream?" Up ahead, what was that...Prymal saw Gopher and...was that Dustin dressed liked Dr. Loomis from 'Halloween' ? He watched as the two ducked through an opening in a tall wooden fence. Above the opening was [painted 'The Initiation". "Man, this just gets weirder and weirder..." Prymal mused. Suddenly, he turned at a roaring sound and saw a black hearse heading towards him from down the street. Prymal checked the quad, "d**n, i hope that's Guy, maybe i can hitch a ride." Prymal started waving at the hearse...the black death car suddenly accelerated...
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Post by gopher in heat on Nov 9, 2011 17:11:21 GMT -5
Prymal quickly dove left and rolled into a ditch, narrowly avoiding becoming roadkill.
The black hearse slammed on its brakes, fishtailing across the concrete before coming to an abrupt stop 60 yards or so from a wide-eyed Prymal. Quickly scanning his immediate surroundings, Prymal spotted a broken fence post that made a perfect striking instrument and snatched it. He watched the hearse for several seconds... no movement. Confused, he slowly crawled from the wet ditch and crept toward the ominous coach, club in hand.
The closer he got, the louder his heartbeat got. He was a mere 10 or so steps from the driver's door. That's when it suddenly swung open!
Prymal jumped back as Guy careened from the driver's seat, covered by two feverish, biting dwarves!
"Help! Get these things off of me!" Guy screamed as he tore at the small beasts with his hands.
Prymal shifted into action mode, swinging the fence post at the creature on Guy's back and knocking it to the pavement. It looked up and growled menacingly. It had found a new meal to attack. The fight was at least fair now... Guy had one dwarf, Prymal had one dwarf.
Lightning struck as the battle commenced...
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Post by prymal on Nov 12, 2011 12:28:31 GMT -5
As Prymal repeatedly clubbed the diminutive dealer of death, he sighed mentally, "Why the hell am i not a member of the "Ishtar" Fan Club Community? At least that movie didn't have killer dwarves...come to think of it, it didn't fans either..." Prymal boldly fought on...
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