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Post by Tweek on May 14, 2005 8:24:59 GMT -6
Tweek pops the top on a fresh beer.
"Which way's the shack? The shanty? Let's go that way..."
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Post by Marco on May 15, 2005 11:50:44 GMT -6
Yeah.Lets go that way.
The group is ready to start a new way.They go up the mountain.After 2 hours Marco collapses under the weight of his package.
Oh damn.Its so f*cking heavy.Has someone something to drink?
(Oh.I just wanna tell you, if I do a mistake with the English Grammar, please, please tell me so I don't do it anymore.Or try dont to do it anymore.Even its a small mistake.Thanks)
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Post by Tweek on May 18, 2005 8:01:24 GMT -6
Tweek and Dude are having a rough time with the mountain climbing. Being semi-drunk and carrying a heavy beer cooler makes it even worse. They tire quickly and make frequent stops. Soon they are lagging behind the group.
"Why did our witch have to build her house way out HERE? I think I have ants in my shorts. Something is biting me. Owww!"
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Post by Erik de Maricourt on May 18, 2005 21:14:05 GMT -6
Lt. Wilson turns and looks back at the two, a smirk on his face.
"I find your lack of sobriety disturbing."
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Scardy
kicker of useless maps
Who's eyes am I behind?
Posts: 300
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Post by Scardy on May 30, 2005 0:01:19 GMT -6
Scardy starts towake up, her puppies laying on her legs, cutting off circulation.she removes her headphones, which were blasting 1985 at the moment. She brain is fogged from a night of radio and dreams involving her last sociology paper and the Balir witch. Looking up, she realizes she is surrounded by the imfamous stick figures. "GYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" realizing from the others' grins that it had been a prank she throws her rolled up jacket at a random drunk's head.
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Post by Tweek on Jun 15, 2005 9:44:59 GMT -6
Dude is blinded by a jacket thrown at his head and walks into a tree. He staggers backward and into Tweek, causing both men to spill their beers. With a scowl and mumbled curses they both turn to look at Scardy.
"That'll cost ya..." Dude whispers as he reaches into the cooler for a fresh brew, his gaze locked on Scardy. "Count on it..."
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Post by Marco on Jun 19, 2005 4:44:34 GMT -6
Come on guys.We have to reach the house before sunset.I don't wanna go when it's pitch dark.Now come on....
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Post by Marco on Jul 2, 2005 8:51:37 GMT -6
Guys?Now come on you lazy people
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Post by Tweek on Jul 7, 2005 9:47:47 GMT -6
The old house is not far away. It is a creepy two-story structure surrounded by ancient trees and dead vines. This place has not been occupied for a long time.
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Post by Tweek on Jul 15, 2005 10:12:46 GMT -6
The house has no doors or windows. Strange writings upon the walls and ceilings. Creepy stuff even during the daylight hours.
Tweek rips off a bit of sheetrock with a small handprint and stuffs it in his backpack. "This baby'll fetch a fortune on eBay!"
Dude moves slowly about the ground level, his head tilted to one side as if listening for something. He stops in front of the crumbling fireplace and reaches inside.
He pulls out an ash-covered object. A bit of paper, burned at the edges. An old map.
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Post by Tweek on Jul 22, 2005 13:44:13 GMT -6
Dude takes the map and heads for the stairs leading to the basement. Tweek pops open a fresh beer and seats himself in the corner.
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Post by Tweek on Jul 31, 2005 8:33:37 GMT -6
A startled cry. The sounds of a drunken Dude falling down the steps. Then silence.
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Post by Marco on Aug 4, 2005 13:40:05 GMT -6
F*ck.Dude?Are you OK?
Marco ran inside the house.The others were waiting putside when suddenly marco stormed out of the building.Then he leaned on a tree and stared at the building and suddenly he puked.
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Post by Tweek on Aug 4, 2005 17:40:48 GMT -6
Dude lies dead at the bottom of the steps, his neck twisted at an odd angle. His face is a mask of horror. <<< DUDE IS DEAD >>>
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Post by Tweek on Sept 3, 2005 9:30:23 GMT -6
<<< THE END >>>
game ended due to inactivity
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