Description: There comes a time in all zombie invasions where the dead must rise up and stand for their rights. I have a drea---no, a NIGHTMARE. I HAVE A NIGHTMARE. It involves a lot of zombies attacking a hardware store defended by two brave Americans. But wait, what is this? It is a BIG BOSS ZOMBIE. And it is CHINESE! Will Haggar and Brian overcome this rotting threat with their mighty strength and ZOMBIE SLAYING WEAPONRY? Probably, yes, because zombies never win. It's discrimination, I tellya. Discrimination. (Winner: Haggar/Brian)
[OOC] Gen says, "Log running."
Haggar has left.
Haggar has arrived.
[OOC] Gen poses quick.
A red sky dawns upon the last bastion of humanity. The only beacon of freedom in the darkness of the living dead. A symbol of liberty for all of humanity. AMERICA!
Well, actually, an American /hardware store/. In Southtown, Japan. But that's American enough, really. You don't get more American than hardware stores. It's right there in the constitution, the right of men to putter around and buy tools they don't really need for projects they'll never actually complete because hardware is cool and awesome and it's a way of life. Really.
But tonight that VERY AMERICAN way of life is under siege. Because the dead have risen from their consumerist imported manufactured graves, threatening all that is sacred and DIY! A horde of lurching zombie crawl through the parking lot, staggering across the concrete, approaching the store. Laying siege to the building.
At the head of this merciless horde is one very distinctive zombie indeed. While the others are clad in faceless rags, this zombie wears ancient finery, robes of deep embroidery and silk, only ever-so-slightly tattered and torn. Yellow sealing talismans are affixed with wax to the creature's head, but this does little to hide the ravaged and grotesque undead face beneath and a mouthful of yellowing teeth.
Whoa, the SNF makeup crew have really gone all out with Gen.
...wait, whadda ya mean there's no makeup?
Er, anyway.
Where were we?
Oh, yeah, Zombie Gen, right.
The creature walks right up to the entrance of the hardware store, then punches through the doors. It enters through the shattered glass, blank sunken eyes sweeping the aisles. A hoarse voice cracks, as it opens its mouth. What dire threat will Zombie Gen pronounce?
"IN PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF CHINA," Zombie Gen intones, "ZOMBIES SLAY YOU."
It's been a while since the Texan was part of one of these. Not one to stay away from costuming, Brian Battler once again finds himself in an outfit unlike what he's used to. Torn jeans, work boots, tool belt, tattered flannel shirt, work gloves and a trucker hat cover the enormous man's body. His face, covered in a week's worth of grizzle, scowls as he lights a cigar. "Fine mess this is," the mountain of a man mutters, kicking a rogue tin can across the floor while reaching over towards one of a dozen boxes scattered across the shelves. Retrieving a pair of shells from the semi-crumpled paperboard box, he pulls the sawed off shotgun from the drill holster in his tool belt and cracks the chamber open.
"Should be fun, anyway," he mutters, sliding the rounds into the barrels. As the door shatters, he flicks his wrist and snaps the shotgun closed again. A grin crosses his face as the prospect of causing grevious bodily harm once again presents itself. "Too bad we're not in China, huh?" he says, spinning the weapon in his hand before reholstering it. Instead, he reaches back and snags the handle of a baseball bat covered in nails. With a spin, the Texan raises the Louisville Slugger to rest on his shoulder. "Because this is where zombies are ended."
[OOC] Gen says, "Let me know if there's any problems with the special normals. Don't think I made any mistakes, but..."
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak may be a little slow as he's foolishly in two other scenes
Starscream has arrived.
[OOC] Brian c.c
[OOC] Gobscream c____________c?!?!!?!?!!!!?!!?!
MIKE HAGGAR, MAYOR OF METRO CITY has also dressed himself up for the occasion - he's let his hair and chin get a little raggedy again, making artful tears and scorch marks in his pants and tanktop, looking basically like Haggar that has been fighting zombies for a while. His strap has turned into a half-empty brick bandolier, and he has a plank of wood and a (fake) bloody led pipe worn crossed on his back.
Haggar stands near Brian, smacking fist into hand. He seems to be eschewing the usual over-violent zombie-killing weapons, not a chainsaw or shotgun anywhere to be seen. Zombie movie afficionados note that a well-spiraled brick would be just as satisfying, and possibly plow through a whole /line/ of heads. He's let himself settle entirely into kayfabe, and scowls deeply when Gen walks in. "So... this is Zombie Zero." He cracks his knuckles thunderously, and drops into his wide stance. "Let's get this menace back in the ground."
COMBATSYS: Gen has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Gen 0/-------/-------|
[OOC] Gen says, "Mind if I get us started, then?"
COMBATSYS: Brian has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Gen 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brian
[OOC] Brian says, "Go forrit."
COMBATSYS: Haggar has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Gen 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|-------\-------\0 Haggar
The leader of the undead horde stands in the shattered doorway of the store, feet resting upon the broken glass. Behind him, the ravaging extras who aren't really being paid enough to actually put themselves in harm's way by swarming the real fighters---I mean, the fearsome undead beasts, yes---start pounding on the store windows.
There is much moaning.
Faced with two gloriously defiant heroes, Zombie Gen smiles, chapped lips pulling back to show two rows of exceedingly awful teeth. A fearsome sight indeed, enough to slay any dentist. His head comes forward, the talisman stuck to his forehead swaying in time with his wispy white beard.
He lifts one bony finger, parchment-thin skin stretched taut across his skeletal hand. He shakes it from side to side at Haggar.
Then he moves, leaping in a massive bound, heading straight for the mighty survivor-edition mayor.
Wait...aren't zombies supposed to be slow?
OH MY GOD
100MPH ZOMBIE
I blame the animation budget.
There's always crowds for these things. People love a bloodbath--they may claim loving the 'artistry of the fight' or whatnot, but they love the viciousness, the violence. Setsuka is no different; she simply doesn't watch that often. But she has reason to, now--a reason known as 'Master Gen'.
The woman sits up in the stands, with a healthy empty space around her. No one's hurt, thankfully, but she is watching the fight very intently.
"Come, 'Master Gen'... show me something special..."
Eyes scouring the room, the Texan takes note of the lack of, ah, enthusiasm the extras have with getting involved with the carnage about to occur here in this little hardware store. Lips curve in annoyance around the cigar at their fear. Shaking his head, he turns his attention to Gen again, just in time to see him bust off some serious speed towards the other meat master.
Oh, snap, 28 Days Later zombies.
Freaky.
As Gen leaps, the Texan brings the bat up, jumping towards the zombified man, bringing the bat down on where Brian thinks the flying man will pass with a thunderous bellow. The bat arcs, trailing blue as the Hammer falls...
COMBATSYS: Haggar endures Gen's Quick Braaaaains.
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Gen 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|==-----\-------\0 Haggar
Haggar, meanwhile, basically expected the extras to not get involved. That'd be too messy, make the big spots way more dangerous! It's amazing how fast he slips back into his SlamMasters mindset. He even instinctively takes his bump, falling back with the momentum of Gen slamming into him, bunching up his legs to keep himself from being pinned.
"Quick little bugger..." Haggar mutters, as he tries to roll back up to his feet with Gen in tow. He follows up decisively, shoving his boot up to knock Gen away and off-balance, locking his hands together, and chopping down at his... well... with the size difference, basically Gen's entire body.
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Gen with Brian Hammer.
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Gen 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Brian
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|-------\-------\0 Haggar
COMBATSYS: Haggar successfully hits Gen with Quick Double Lariat.
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Gen 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Brian
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|==-----\-------\0 Haggar
Zombie Gen's eyes are are blank and unseeing, but his head turns to regard Brian all the same, even as the large man brings the baseball bat down with world-shattering force. The creature tries to evade, but the baseball bat crashes across his skull, caving in the big Chinese Zombie hat sitting on Gen's scalp. The impact knocks the old man off-balance, making him easy prey for the hammer blow from the Mayor of Meat.
Broken tile and flooring flies in all directions as the force craters the ground. The zombie sprawls on the ground. But the beast still moves - indeed, that toothy grin remains on the old zombie's face as he lifts his fearsome visage. What does it take to put this thing down?
Still grinning, the zombie curls into a ball. The tattered fabric of his robe flaps behind him as he starts to spin...the ornate trappings of his costume flap with the motion, embroidery glinting under the lights of the hardware store. The suspicious ceramic gourd tied round his waist swaying at the old man's side as he rolls across the ground like some kind of undead Blanka, heading straight for Brian's legs.
COMBATSYS: Gen successfully hits Brian with Jasen.
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Gen 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Brian
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|==-----\-------\0 Haggar
After the Hammer falls, Brian looks at the splintering mess of a bat and sighs, tossing the useless hunk of wood across the store and against the forehead of an unsuspecting extra in the doorway. Guess there's at least one "dead" zombie here tonight, given that the man doesn't really move after he hits the floor.
However, the Texan's lazy response has come to bite him in the ass. Not paying attention has always been Brian's problem, and failure to notice the movements of the dangerous zombie give Gen an easy and open shot to Brian's shins.
TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER.
Crashing to the ground, Brian falls into a box of SPAM, crushing the tins and causing several to rupture. The scent of mystery meat starts to waft through the store as he raises himself back to his feet, pulling his cigar from his mouth and looking at it with irritation. "Y'crushed my stogie, ya prick," he mutters, yanking the shotgun from the makeshift holster, turning it towards Gen and expelling the contents of both barrels towards the man.
Haggar has a free moment to set up his attack, with Gen going after Brian. He pulls the plank from his back, and slaps its firm, if splintery weight into his other hand before he advances.
Haggar makes it a show as he advances, using exaggerated caution as he makes a few practice swings, creeping up behind him. Once there, he doesn't hesitate, letting out a loud "Hah!" as he swings the plank hard for Gen's back, likely shattering it into a glorious cloud of splinters on impact. Even if he misses, he'll pitch the remains away in disdain, as they have failed him, before going back into his stance.
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Gen with Large F--king BOOMSTICK.
- Power hit! -
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Gen 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Brian
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|==-----\-------\0 Haggar
COMBATSYS: Gen fails to interrupt Fierce Home Run from Haggar with Jakouha.
- Power fail! -
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Gen 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Brian
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|===----\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Gen says, "no love for zombies"
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "oh lord D:"
Zombie Gen tilts his head to the left, then to the right, the sides of his face nearly resting on his shoulders. Rising on his haunches, the creature comes out from his earlier roll crouching on the floor of the hardware store, in the middle of an increasingly debris-strewn aisle. The battered ceremonial hat sitting upon his skull slips dangerously with the motion, but he doesn't seem to care. He leans forward, leering...
Just in time for Brian to slam two barrels of buckshot into his chest, lifting him clean off his feet and flinging him into the air. At the same instant, Haggar swings. Caught between the proverbial rock and the proverbial place of greater material integrity, what ends up a moment later is one elderly zombie embedded fully in the ceiling. A light fixture, overhead, shorts out in a spray of sparks.
Around the store, the horde of hungry zombies gives a loud and dismayed moan.
But the master zombie is /still grinning/, even though he's now spread-eagled on the underside of the roof. The yellowed skin on his face pulls tight across his cheekbones as his lips twist...
What's this? Yes, is it time for the EVIL CACKLE?!
It is.
Well, that was kinda unexpected, to be perfectly honest. The entire gun thing tends to go poorly overall. But it was in theme. And it made his ears ring.
Cracking the chamber open again, Brian drops the still smoking shells to the ground and slips another pair into the shotgun. But with Gen up in the ceiling, there comes very little the tall man can do. Well, there's actually a lot, considering he's still tall enough that he can easily reach the zombie leader. Especially with the shotty, but the Texan holsters that. He's got a different idea.
Yeah. Instead, Brian drops into a deep crouch before leaping up at the embedded Gen, bringing a forearm crashing up under the man with the force of a speeding Peterbilt. Maybe this'll change the timbre of that cackle.
Haggar pitches the shards of plank out of his hands, and falls back as Gen decides to just stick to the ceiling. The Mayor's usual confident mask slips for a moment in a grimace, as he slips some bricks from his bandolier. "Creepy." He starts to worry a bit about the whole thing - Gen was done in /makeup,/ right? This is still a theme, not an actual zombie attack?
Mike takes some time to ponder this matter, juggling his bricks in one hand as he smooths out his mustache, choosing to hang back for right now and eyeball the old man.
COMBATSYS: Haggar focuses on his next action.
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Gen 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Brian
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|===----\-------\0 Haggar
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Gen with Rocket Tackle.
- Power hit! -
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Gen 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Brian
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|===----\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Gen says, "...hahahahahahahaha."
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "god now i'm starting to just feel bad!!"
[OOC] Brian o.o;
Things are not going well for the army of darkness, oh no. The forces of evil are being defeated by the two large sons of liberty. Is this the end? Will the zombie dawn give way to a new day of freedom and high-protein diets? Will the zombie apocalypse be overcome by the second coming and rapture of the messiah of meat?
Well.
All we know is that Zombie Gen finally stops cackling, after Brian crashes into him like an ascending missile - a few panels fall from the ceiling, along with a considerable amount of debris, as the impact shudders round the store. Bits of merchandise clatter from shelves, displays break. Out in the parking lot, a car alarm goes off.
And outside, beating on the windows, the groaning chorus of the zombies reaches fever pitch.
Peeled off the ceiling, Zombie Gen falls to the floor, hitting the ground, sprawling upon the aisle. It's a moment before the undead creature sits up, rising without a sound. Blank eyes stare blindly.
One leathery hand slips to the side, to where a dark gourd hangs strapped to his waist. He lifts this to his lips, throwing his head back.
WHAT IS THIS ZOMBIE ELIXIR?!
Zombie Gen throws his head /forward/, a stream of brackish bile exploding across the hardware store towards Haggar.
Well, the evil cackle is over. That's a good sign, right?
Landing after putting a larger hole in the roof, Brian smiles to himself as he hears the repercussions of the damage he and his fellow meat man have caused. It feels rather one-sided... but it's heartening. It's like he and Haggar are taking revenge on America's behalf for all those jobs shipped to China. Or something. Well, for the Texan, at least, it's less that and more the fact that he's causing significant carnage and mayhem. The other stuff is coming to mind as potential PR spin. All that time in the NFL has helped with something, at least.
But, well, as Gen reaffirms his survival and spits... something at the Mayor of Metro. It's too late to prevent that, but that doesn't mean Brian can't put the kabosh on more of this. And so, the former linebacker stalks forward, reaching down deliberately to try and take a hold of that long, white beard. Because that seems like an excellent handhold.
[OOC] Brian says, "More if. '-'"
[OOC] Gen says, "Should I react to that now, then? Because Haggar's gonna pose."
[OOC] Brian says, "^2u"
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Gen with American Supernova.
- Power hit! -
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Gen 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|===----\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Brian O___O
[OOC] Gen o_o
[OOC] Gen bwahahahahahahahahahahahas
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "god"
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "you mvp son of a bitch"
[OOC] Gen says, "THERE IS NO GOD."
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "you just made haggar look like a bitch :("
And now, a special message from the World Beard and Moustache Association (WBMA).
A thin, German man sits at a desk, his long, thick beard styled in C'thulhian tentacles. He looks at the camera, and shakes his head. "Please," he implores, "don't try this at home. Think of your follicles."
And now, back to the carnage at hand.
Fingers gripping the long, white beard like a vice, Brian yanks Gen off the floor by his beard. With the force of a freight train, Brian arcs Gen overhead and plows the man's head into the tile floor. Twisting, he immediately repeats this assault three more times before leaping up and spiking him hard into the floor.
Pausing to look over his destruction, Brian pulls out a Zippo lighter and relights his mangled cigar. "America," he says from around the stogie. "Fuck yeah."
COMBATSYS: Haggar blocks Gen's Large Thrown Vomit.
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Gen 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|=====--\-------\0 Haggar
Haggar has been... kind of in the background of this fight. Sometimes it's just not his day to shine, and when you've been fighting for as long as he has, you understand when these moments are coming on.
He gets so distracted coming to terms with his mild ineffectiveness that he is caught off-guard by the horrible stream coming at him, and only barely manages to grab a tarp from the nearby rack and pull it up in front of him, getting only lightly greased as he slips down to the ground. He flings the tarp off him and forward to cover up the slick nastiness, surging up to his feet.
He gets a front-row seat to Brian's carnage, but isn't willing to assume that will put the old zombie down. Haggar charges forward, tromping over the tarp, reaching back to pull the steel pipe from his back, tossing the bricks up into the air. He follows them up, and brings the pipe in a high arc - in its crook, it catches both bricks neatly, balanced perfectly as Haggar brings the entire ensemble crashing down at Gen's body, following through with the swing and ending with a last one, holding the pipe in both hands like a broadsword.
COMBATSYS: Haggar successfully hits Gen with Random Chainsaw Massacre.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Gen 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|======-\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Brian says, "Gen. What's your luck set to right now?"
[OOC] Gen says, "...average. o_o"
[OOC] Brian says, "Lies."
[OOC] Brian._.
[OOC] Gen says, "Mind if I area-attack both of you in an attempt to salvage some dignity? =("
[OOC] Gen says, "FINAL ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?!"
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "i was about to suggest you do so"
[OOC] Brian says, "Feel free."
Plumes of dust rise from the ground, around the fallen form of undead Gen. Is this the final resting place of the zombie creature? Is this a new burial beneath tons of brick?
Rubble shifts, as the undead being rises, head lifting. Zombie Gen pauses for a moment, facing Haggar...before his blank, unseeing gaze turns to Brian.
The remains of Zombie Gen's proud whiskers hang forelornly from his chin, mangled and abused by the grasping paw of the Western aggressor. Truly, this is what the ravages of Capitalism have done to the world.
Gen opens one eye, prying his lids apart just enough to give the insolent boy a nasty slitted glare, a look that his tattered costume does nothing to hide.
Unholy fury rises within Zombie Gen, the darkness stirring in his cold corpselike heart. Hellish power erupts in his body, an aura of deadly intent.
Violence he can forgive, but the loss of his beard cannot go unpunished.
An inarticulate roar erupts from Gen, echoed by the zombie hordes around the hardware store. The final seal is broken, the ultimate undead power unleashed!
Zombie Gen moves.
Debris flies from his robe as he explodes into a whirl of motion, moving close to the ground. In the blink of a demon's eye, the undead Gen is all the way across the store, sliding to a halt by a cheerful Halloweeny festive display of plastic lanterns. Backlit by the fiery glow, he stands in a distinctive pose, his leading leg bent with an arched foot, his trailing leg stretched out. One of his arms is curled behind him, formed into a seal, while the other is at full extension, an almost visible aura of power rising from the fist.
A moment ago, he was lying in front of Brian and Haggar. Now he's on the other side of them.
Before collapsing, sprawled all over the burning lanterns.
IS THIS THE END OF THE ZOMBIE DAWN?!
COMBATSYS: Gen can no longer fight.
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|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|======-\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "i'm sorry, my principles allow only one response"
COMBATSYS: Haggar counters Zan'ei+ from Gen with Power Swing.
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|-------\-------\0 Brian
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|===----\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Brian heeheehee.
COMBATSYS: Brian endures Gen's Zan'ei+.
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|===----\-------\0 Haggar
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "whhh"
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "wow"
[OOC] Gobscream says, "rip"
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "i made the right choice"
[OOC] Brian says, "Yes, you did."
[OOC] Gen says, "THE FURY FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE"
Well, things were over. Brian was sure of it. But then there was that horrible bellow, and then a lot of pain. Brian bites completely through his lit cigar as he takes the Zan'ei full-on. This zombie guy hadn't done much during the entire debacle of a fight, so the Texan had decided that a show of bravado and machismo had been best. Regret raced through his mind as he fought to maintain some semblance of his meatiness. He managed to keep his feet under him for ten seconds, before his right knee buckled and he dropped onto it.
Spitting the last of the cigar out of his mouth, Brian's eyes turn to the nw fallen form of Gen. Nodding, he looks over at Haggar, looking quite dead in the eyes himself. Slowly standing, he steps on the still smouldering section of the cigar and starts taking deliberate and measured steps towards the exit, resting his hand on shelves as he needs to. Scooping a box of shotgun shells in one hand, the former linebacker pulls the sawed off shotgun out of it's holster and stumbles out the door.
The extras scatter as two shots ring out in the night air.
[OOC] Mayor Cheesesteak says, "and now"
...almost.
Much of the crowd does a double take. One moment, Gen, Brian, and Haggar were right there - then, Brian is falling and staggering out, but... where are Haggar and Gen?
The dust rising from the Zan'ei drifts off, and there's Haggar, both hands locked around Gen's wrist, feet settling back down on the ground, carried with the technique. Gen's fist is merely centimeters away from Haggar's abdomen. The Mayor's arms are fully taut, the veins standing out, filled with blood. His chest fills with a breath, his body brushing against Gen's hand for just an instant.
Then Haggar pulls up, a blue flare flashing around him, and he whips Gen above his head once, twice, three times, before flinging him mercifully into the insulation. A bit itchy, but perhaps the softest place he could have gone.
Soft? Hmph. Truly this is not a worthy resting place for one such as ZOMBIE GEN.
Not that he's in any shape to complain. His zombie costume is quite thoroughly in a state of disarray, and the old man himself seems quite far into a state of unconsciousness. It appears there will be no violence from beyond the grave. The dead will not rise again.
If that were the case, he'd probably be rather less embedded in the building, and rather more kicking ass.
A strange quiet falls over the hardware store, leaving only the living survivors.
Pity all the attractive females were eaten in the last scene. We'll have to make do with Haggar and Brian walking off into the sunset.
Hold that thought,.
[OOC] Gen is done. x_x
[OOC] Brian says, "That a brutal fight."
[OOC] Gen says, "Zombie discrimination. =("
[OOC] Gen says, "Equal rites for the undead!"
[OOC] Gen says, "UNDEAD YES UNPERSON NO"
[OOC] Brian says, "I'm sorry, I'm a pro-lifer."
[OOC] Brian badum-bish.
[OOC] Gen closes the log.
Log created on 21:29:24 11/03/2008 by Gen, and last modified on 16:39:44 11/04/2008.