Mayhem at the TFF - Chaos Edge - Story Thread

[Zenithos]

When we last saw our two n00b infiltrators they were....uh....what exactly where they doing again?

Oh, right, one of them had been zombified and in turn had zombified an entire army of pedo barnies and telletubbies.

The other was blowing bubbles into his Christmas cup of milk as he watched the entire zombie armie lurch off in the general direction of the TFF HQ.

All in all, the only two forces standing between the collision of city 13 with everything the internet stands for (read: everything fanboys hold dear), were being next to completely and utterly useless. Mind you, they were NEXT to.

Meanwhile, everyone else were still scattered all over the battlefield, some dead, some zombified, and some just generally loitering.

Alarms sounded down in the TFF HQ CENTRAL DOGMA as the HQ's scanners picked up the T virus traces in the halls left behind in the wake of the zombie invasion.

Why they didn't pick up the initial invasion was anyone's guess.

"We have a situation." An officer reported.

"No shit, Holmes!" Misato shouted, slamming her fists down on the consoles. "What I want to know is how they could get in so far without us noticing!"

"Well.....it probably has something to do with someone crashing a mecha into the MAGI-5T3R system..." Another officer said, pointing out the huge blue Granzon that had somehow teleported right into the middle of the TFF HQ's central computing system.

"...." Misato couldn't help but sigh.

There went her Christmas Eve....

 

[Unknown-common-827]

"Ugh... what the hell happened? Where am I?" asked Unknown as he came back to the land of knowledge after being knocked unconscious from the previous mini-war.

"Yo! yo back, foo?' asked an UBER mohawked man.

"Yeah, who the hell are you?" asked the demented writer as he unconsiously readied a nearby pistol.

"Whoa, don't shoot man, it's me, DAA. I just modded myself during the hellfire" said the Mr. T look-alike.

"David? What the hell? Where are we?" asked Unknown.

"We're in a secret barrack, security is almost gone. GH is history and we're almost on a collision course with disaster. Some sort of virus has infiltrated the compound" said DAA.

"Ok, one more question. Can you change back to your old self and second... Who the hell are those two cronies behind you?"

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

With a snap of his fingers, the mighty mohawk of Mr. T vanished, and DAA returned.

"Well, at least I still have his most excellent van."

 

[Zenithos]

N00b Agent AMM sighed into his glass of Christmas milk as he watched the zombies file past him. "Well...this beats sneaking about under boxes." He shrugged.

A length of rope suddenly descended beside him, followed by a small figure who rappeled down neatly beside him.

"Oh, Eterna-chan." AMM nodded, acknowledging his sister's presence. "As you can see, the mission's shot to hell."

"I can't care less about that, where's my Danna-sama?" Eterna asked, looking around at the mass of zombies that were slowly shuffling past.

"Danna-sama?" AMM asked, suddenly putting on a baffled expression. "You're married?"

"Duh. You're my little brother. You should know." Eterna said, noticing Zeni shamble past. "Oh, Sis, have you seen Danna-sama?"

"I don't think she'd be able to hear you....more importantly..." AMM sighed, massaging his temples in frustration. "This is the first time I've heard about you getting married...."

"That's the thing about you, little brother, you're always so slow and behind on everything." Eterna sighed, taking out a bottle of elixir and pulling Zeni out of the crowd of zombies. "Sis, present for you." She said, smashing the bottle into Zeni's zombifed face.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Eterna shouted, slapping Zeni silly. "Sigh.....she's not waking up..." She looked around at AMM. "Can you please go get Zeni's husband?"

"What husband?" AMM asked, exasperated. "You're telling me Zeni got married behind my back as well?!"

"Just hurry up!" Eterna shouted, gesturing for him to hurry. "NOW!"

 

[lethum]

Lethum stepped through the door to the giant freezer dragging a giant sack of food. And stared at the walking zombified TV-beasts.

"Who the hell cloned Barney?" looking around the kitchen, he saw that most were just circulating, thankfully paying no mind to the half cooked dinner.

"Dammit, Grunt, if it was you again I swear I'll..." he muttered as he left the kitchen. Leaving the food-sack in the kitchen and ignoring the Barnies completely: dead zombies would only zombify the turkey so he couldn't use cook-fu on them.

"Guess I'll have to find uncle David, or Zeni, they'll know what to do"

And he went to find his relatives...

 

[Grunt]

Sneezing like crazy, Grunt decided to go with a classic and looked around like any good character does when he sneezes.

"Hmm, I could have sworn someone was talking about me."

Turning around started to walk away, but before he took even two steps, he faltered.

Snapping to attention he looked around sharply.

"That's it, my butler sense is tingling. Someone is in serious need of tea and cookies."

And with a long strides, mind you he wasn't running, butlers don't run, he searched for the poor people in need of tea and cookies.

 

[Mick]

Walking around a local mall Mick began taking pictures of random battles between living and Dead without bothering to help any of them.

" Hm nice shot.." He murmured while taking a picture of a zombie and a particularly fetching woman it was grappling with. He then took rapid amounts of shots of the two falling head first from the second floor.

After taking several pictures of the aftermath he began to walk away from that particular scene while muttering something like " Reminds me of the times that I've covered wars.."

After stumbling upon a chainsaw in the S-mart store in the mall he smirked and decided it was time to truly get to work.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

"It's not important who they are." David replied. "What I do know is, there's some freaky karma goin' down, and it's up to us to put an old-school beatdown on it." he pounded the palm of his hand with his fist for emphasis. "So, give me options, people."

 

[lethum]

Walking through the indispensable yet always present catwalk, Lethum began to get worried about the size of the threat...A hundred zombies are a pain in the ass you can deal with...but this? It seems THAT must be used..."Zani-obaa-san did always warn about using it as last resort...wonder where would they keep it?"

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

Searching the back of the van, David laughed and picked up a pair of side-by-side 12-gauges. Opening his jacket, he began stuffing boxes of shotgun shells into his pockets.

"Lock and Load, everyone. It's time to get groovy." he said, as he kicked the back doors of the van open. As if on cue, Guns 'N' Roses started blaring from the PA as the zombie Barneys began lurching towards the van.

"Welcome to the Jungle, b***h!" he roared, and opened fire.

 

[Unknown-common-827]

Emerging in his almost demonically pissed off state once again, Unknown came out wielding an M16, 5 clips on his jacket and twin Smith and Wesson .45 Chief Specials in his back belt area and 4 clips for those handguns.

"We got fun and gaaayyyeeeeeyyyyyaaaames" sang the deranged one as he took the head off a couple Barneys.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

With the roar of battle in his ears, David literally shoved the muzzle of his double-shotty through the chest of a barney, and blew another barney's head off.

 

[Mick]

Mick was currently dodging and shooting and generally not having a good time in the mall.

Apparently this whacked out clown kept trying to get up close and personal. Mick blocked the clown's chainsaw with his own but nearly got slashed to ribbons by the other.

Mick jumped back and kept firing several rounds of his boomstick at the clown while running and trying to keep the clown from getting up close.

" This guy's really starting to piss me off!" Mick yelled as he darted around the corner dodging and avoiding the various zombies that were a bit too touchy-feely.

 

[Unknown-common-827]

"This guy's starting to piss me off!" was heard by Unknown as he saw a hide coming around the corner towards him. Turning around, he saw why. A demented clown was tailing him.

"Get Down!" yelled Unknown, steadying for a shot, to Mick. As soon as he hit the floor, Unknown blew away the clown, reached behind himself and pulled out one of his S&W .45's in enough time to waste another Barney.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

Even the battle-mad David began to realise he may have bitten off more than he could chew as the zombies swarmed. He ran for the "Helluva Fast" T-Mobile.

 

[Unknown-common-827]

"Get your ass to the Van. I'll follow" said Unknown to an shaken, yet irritable Mick.

Mick sprinted for the van and Unknown was backtracking and wasting as many barney!zombies as he could with his final 2 clips of M16 ammo. Finally, they made it just as David was gearing it back up.

"Do we any .50 cals for this thing?" asked Mick as Unknown shelved the semi-auto machine gun and started looking for more ammunition.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

Feeling on the floor, David opened a panel in the floor. "Oh me, oh my...." he breathed, hauling out a leathal contraption from it's storage place. " A twin mounted Ma Deuce." he looked up. "Pop the sunroof and mount it."

 

[Unknown-common-827]

Mick just drooled at the twin .50 caliber machine guns in front of him as Unknown was still searching for more ammo

*DONG!* was the sound as Unknown walked right into the stainless steel frame and ended up on his back. Refocusing his eyes, they became as big as tea saucers as he stared at the gun.

"Well, time for a royal asswhipping" said Mick as he popped the roof. Between him and Unknown, the guns were ready in around 5 minutes.

"Now then, Zombie Pizza anyone?" asked Unknown as he mounted his newest toy with a sadistic eye.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

"Semper Fi, Marines! HOO-RAH!" David shouted, caught up in the moment. "Let's give 'em a drive-by joyride!" He switched the engine on, and the van rumbled into life.

 

[Mick]

" Heh thanks for the rescue. Names Mick, Mick West. Reporter extraordinaire! Sneaked past the barricade around the city to get the scoop. Was ready to deal with zombies, but didn't expect the whole town to go nuts!" Mick yelled down at them as he set about unloading his weapon on the massive hordes down below.

While using his other hand to try and take pictures of the carnage and bloody bits he sprayed all over with his newfound machine guns.

" So what's your story? How'd you all get stuck in this shit?" he asked them as he checked to see how much ammo was available. Mick also checked his film, seeing how it was in good condition he put it away in his deep coat pockets.

The reporter then made sure to clean off the blood and gore from his chainsaw to prevent it from rusting.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

"I'm a Security Guard for TFF Publishing Incorporated." David said. "We had a break in earlier tonight, and it.... sort of snowballed from there."

 

[Unknown-common-827]

"I was working late and ran into DAA. We ended up teaming together when hell broke lose in the caverns of TFF and thus, here I am. Sadistic and dominating!" Said Unknown while unleashing his own hell.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

Revving the engine, David drove the van into the zombie horde, Carmageddon-style. The zombie blood splattered up against the panelling of the van, and green goop splashed over the windows, to which David merely turned on the wipers and splashed soapy water to clean it off.

"Should we try to find if there are any more survivors?" he called over the 'extremely violent blood explosion extraordinaire'.

 

[Mick]

" There was a large group of survivors in the mall. Problem is some stupid bitch opened the door to the mall cause one of the zombies was her dead daughter or something. I tried to herd a bunch to the roof but ran into a bunch of god damn whack jobs. There probably still on the roof, but there were a bunch of survivors on the ground floor mixed in with the zombies." Mick replied as he emptied his weapon on the zombie horde.

Mick then pulled a grenade out of his coat and chucked it some distance in front of the van. After a couple seconds it blew up splattering the zombie crowd ahead in all sorts of different directions.

 

[David Alan Abramczyk]

"Let's roll, munchkins!" David shouted. He spun the wheel, and the van skidded around. "Oh, and does anyone know if there's an army base near here? We may need to stock up on some heavy artillery..."