Mayhem at the TFF - Chaos Edge - Story Thread
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Mick climbed back down into the van and stretched his legs out as he sat down. He then placed his pictures in a rather large notebook he pulled out of his coat. Afterwards Mick began writing down notes and such down on several pads of paper.
" Um...eh heh.....did you just mention.....central Dogma?" Mick nervously asked as froze in the process of putting his things back into his coat.
"Why is there....something wrong?" Unknown asked after activating the vans weapons.
"Heh nothing...ehheh nothing at all. If you think we should go...then let's do it." Mick replied as he studiously began studying his camera pretending he wasn't bothered by the idea at all.
Mick while seemingly all right on the inside, was going apeshit/cocoa/bananas inside his head. So it's understandable that he missed David's remark.
" Um...eh heh.....did you just mention.....central Dogma?" Mick nervously asked as froze in the process of putting his things back into his coat.
"Why is there....something wrong?" Unknown asked after activating the vans weapons.
"Heh nothing...ehheh nothing at all. If you think we should go...then let's do it." Mick replied as he studiously began studying his camera pretending he wasn't bothered by the idea at all.
Mick while seemingly all right on the inside, was going apeshit/cocoa/bananas inside his head. So it's understandable that he missed David's remark.
Mick began to eat some crackers and drink a coke as he tried to ignore his current problem.
'Hm didn't think I'd have to deal with her again...' Mick thought to himself as he drank his coke. He didn't know what to do once they got there, but he knew damn sure he better think of something.
The van hit a bump and kept going, fortunately though he was able to keep his coke from spilling. All though he accidently smashed a few crackers he was holding onto into worthless crumbs.
'Hm didn't think I'd have to deal with her again...' Mick thought to himself as he drank his coke. He didn't know what to do once they got there, but he knew damn sure he better think of something.
The van hit a bump and kept going, fortunately though he was able to keep his coke from spilling. All though he accidently smashed a few crackers he was holding onto into worthless crumbs.
"This is great. We came in, shot the whole place up, unleashed a horde of zombies.....and we still haven't reached Central Dogma and the ONE FANFIC..." Eterna sighed as she trudged along the deserted catwalk, an unconscious Zeni on her back. "Damn useless siblings....and BTB had to dissapear too. What the hell?"
"Huh?" She looked down and noticed a carreering van make an 'enterprising' attempt at zombie population control. "Survivors?"
"Huh?" She looked down and noticed a carreering van make an 'enterprising' attempt at zombie population control. "Survivors?"
Mick scooted over to try and make some room for the newcomers. He then proceeded to stretch out his arms and relax. Mick then checked the ring he had hidden in his coat pocket to make sure it was still there.
"Welcome aboard...." Mick greeted the girl and her dubious 'cargo' as he waited for them to enter the van.
"Welcome aboard...." Mick greeted the girl and her dubious 'cargo' as he waited for them to enter the van.
"And you can put it in the win column! Flames win, 7-4 over the San Jose Sharks!" the radio cackled.
"Boo-ya!" Legacy screamed as he ran out a door, a portable radio in hand and a Calgary Flames jersey on his chest - as usual. "Hah, they always said the Sharks got bite, no, Barg's got bite! Them Sharks was LITE!"
The hockey nut came out cheering and dancing on the street, 'In Da Dome' cranked up and playing on his iPod. As Legacy spun around chanting his usual cheers, he then noticed a shape behind him. Slipping off his earphones, he realised there was a van filled with people and all sorts of weaponry staring at Legacy in confusion.
Legacy looked around for a second, just to make sure it was him they were staring at. Unfortunately, it was.
"Boo-ya!" Legacy screamed as he ran out a door, a portable radio in hand and a Calgary Flames jersey on his chest - as usual. "Hah, they always said the Sharks got bite, no, Barg's got bite! Them Sharks was LITE!"
The hockey nut came out cheering and dancing on the street, 'In Da Dome' cranked up and playing on his iPod. As Legacy spun around chanting his usual cheers, he then noticed a shape behind him. Slipping off his earphones, he realised there was a van filled with people and all sorts of weaponry staring at Legacy in confusion.
Legacy looked around for a second, just to make sure it was him they were staring at. Unfortunately, it was.
Dodging zombies left and right, Lethum turned a corner and found something weird: A guy in a hockey get up and a radio in front of a van packed with guns.
And then he noticed the Barney zombie sneacking up behind the hockey fan.
"Cook fu: Hell's Kitchen!" he yelled, and a dozen zombies turned to ash.
"And who are you?" asked the hockey fan. But Lethum was already moving, "Uncle DAA! What the hell is going on!"
And then he noticed the Barney zombie sneacking up behind the hockey fan.
"Cook fu: Hell's Kitchen!" he yelled, and a dozen zombies turned to ash.
"And who are you?" asked the hockey fan. But Lethum was already moving, "Uncle DAA! What the hell is going on!"
" Hey there, I think you might need a little something to defend yourself with. Here take this it seems oddly appropriate.." Mick told him.
The reporter then gave his chainsaw and a hockey mask over to Legacy and motioned for him to come inside. After that he made sure to give the new arrivals enough space to crawl inside the van.
The reporter then gave his chainsaw and a hockey mask over to Legacy and motioned for him to come inside. After that he made sure to give the new arrivals enough space to crawl inside the van.
"Greetings, nephew." Eterna said with a smile as she heaved the still dead to the world Zeni into a seat beside guy in the hockey mask. "Help me with her, Jason."
"It's Legacy. Remember?" Legacy said, taking off the mask and helping Eterna with Zeni.
"Ah, yes, the hockey fanatic." Eterna nodded quickly, looking over her shoulder. "Well, chop chop, we haven't got all day." She said, noticing the horde of zombies come closer. "Step on it, nephew!"
"What's up with Zeni?" Legacy asked. "She looks like she just narrowly crawled out of a hockey foul brawl."
"You can say it was a pretty bad foul..." Eterna shrugged. "You can also say she started the brawl." She said, looking out the window at the horde of children playthings-turned-nightmares now waddling in a retarded fashion after the van.
"Anyway, we gotta get to the CENTRAL DOGMA, ASAP." Eterna said as the van ploughed through yet another crowd of zombies. "While we're at it, anyone here got anything to eat? It's Christmas Eve and I haven't even had a bite to eat."
"It's Legacy. Remember?" Legacy said, taking off the mask and helping Eterna with Zeni.
"Ah, yes, the hockey fanatic." Eterna nodded quickly, looking over her shoulder. "Well, chop chop, we haven't got all day." She said, noticing the horde of zombies come closer. "Step on it, nephew!"
"What's up with Zeni?" Legacy asked. "She looks like she just narrowly crawled out of a hockey foul brawl."
"You can say it was a pretty bad foul..." Eterna shrugged. "You can also say she started the brawl." She said, looking out the window at the horde of children playthings-turned-nightmares now waddling in a retarded fashion after the van.
"Anyway, we gotta get to the CENTRAL DOGMA, ASAP." Eterna said as the van ploughed through yet another crowd of zombies. "While we're at it, anyone here got anything to eat? It's Christmas Eve and I haven't even had a bite to eat."
"Here, take this" said Lethum, taking out a chocolate cake and some lemon exxtasy flavored ice cream.
"Where did you keep that?" asked Legacy, a little mistrustful.
"Oh it was in my dot zip pocket, next to the turkey and behind the wine" he said. "Anyway, anyone has clean cutlery? Mine is full of zombie blood..."
"Where did you keep that?" asked Legacy, a little mistrustful.
"Oh it was in my dot zip pocket, next to the turkey and behind the wine" he said. "Anyway, anyone has clean cutlery? Mine is full of zombie blood..."
Unknown looked behind the van and laughed slightly at the comedic scene behind them.
"Idiots... Anyway, something tells me we may need some firepower when we finally get off when we get to Central Dogma." Said Unknown as he sipped some Green Tea.
"Well, what do we got?" asked Eterna.
David could only grin as he pressed another switch.
"Idiots... Anyway, something tells me we may need some firepower when we finally get off when we get to Central Dogma." Said Unknown as he sipped some Green Tea.
"Well, what do we got?" asked Eterna.
David could only grin as he pressed another switch.
Unknown sat down as the vehicle accelerated to monumental speeds.
"Damn armor, never designed for comfort" said Unknown.
"What'd ya expect? Blue Jeans and a T-shirt?" said David, with a joking tone.
Unknown finally had enough and stripped off the armament. Finally emerging from it with a white T-shirt and faded blue jeans on.
Combing his blonde hair he stated, "Now the Real Slim Shady has shown up. Let the massacre begin!"
"Damn armor, never designed for comfort" said Unknown.
"What'd ya expect? Blue Jeans and a T-shirt?" said David, with a joking tone.
Unknown finally had enough and stripped off the armament. Finally emerging from it with a white T-shirt and faded blue jeans on.
Combing his blonde hair he stated, "Now the Real Slim Shady has shown up. Let the massacre begin!"
The Van proceeded down the road at a pretty good pace. That is until some kind of police blockade could be seen on the road up ahead. Standing in the middle of three police cars a rather pale cop in a yellow raincoat could distantly be seen holding some sort of red flashing light.
Mick moved his way around through the others to the front of the van to see if he could find out what exactly was going on.
Mick moved his way around through the others to the front of the van to see if he could find out what exactly was going on.
Lethum watched the police as the van aproached, and recognized the place they were at. Behind the barricade, there was a tall building shaped like a cook hat, completely surrounded by scores of zombie purple dinosaurs.
'Are they worth it?' he asked himself. On one hand, they were the pompous bastards who had bankrupted his first restaurant, but if it wasn't for that, he would have begun training in cook-fu.
"Good bye, everyone. I've got bussiness here" he said, and in a singled movement, opened the door and jumped off the van. 'Feh, I'll just gloat after I save their asses', he decided.
'Are they worth it?' he asked himself. On one hand, they were the pompous bastards who had bankrupted his first restaurant, but if it wasn't for that, he would have begun training in cook-fu.
"Good bye, everyone. I've got bussiness here" he said, and in a singled movement, opened the door and jumped off the van. 'Feh, I'll just gloat after I save their asses', he decided.
After Lethum opened the van a horde of zombies swarmed the van on mass from four sides, including the zombie cop and his cohorts. They were now surrounded on all sides by massive amounts of zombies many rows deep.
" Ah shit!" Michael yelled as he just barely slammed the van door shut and locked it before they could get in. The zombies began rocking both sides of the van back and forth after failing to get the doors open.
" Any ideas would be nice now people!" Mick yelled as he began reloading his boomstick.
Loud cries of "BRAINS!" could be heard as the van was rocking sideways.
" Ah shit!" Michael yelled as he just barely slammed the van door shut and locked it before they could get in. The zombies began rocking both sides of the van back and forth after failing to get the doors open.
" Any ideas would be nice now people!" Mick yelled as he began reloading his boomstick.
Loud cries of "BRAINS!" could be heard as the van was rocking sideways.