Post by Zombie DankMorris on Jul 16, 2012 13:28:04 GMT -5
The pouch was inches away, hell, it might as well have been on the other side of the universe. The medicine pouch that Smeadly gave him mock him like an old Vietnam hooker rubbing the goods up against your tiger cage. There was no last ounce of life or last ditch effort, it was gone, out of his reach and there was no getting it back.
OJ had been letting out faint moans muffled by the curdling of blood rising up from his chest. Both men were in their final moments of life before death, if that was indeed what awaited them. Zombie wanted to reach that pouch but couldn't. He had failed, ZMAC is used to failure.
His eyes closed, for the last time.
" You actually managed to do it. you actually managed to kill El Phantino, a god, thee god- your god. Zombie McMorris, welcome to the void. "
Had he done it? Did he cheat death? Was this heaven;hell? Or something different? With something as Cliche as the " void" he better not have to pay for parking. Speaking of parking that was the one there there was alot of- space.
Zombie seemed to have materialized from thin air into even thicker, more cloudy circumstances. He had his body back, complete with the cloths he died in.
" You Zombie" The voice spoke. " You are the first one in over a millennium thats been able to defeat me. For this I applause you, if it gives solace. "
Zombie: Go fuck yourself, hows that for solace? Wheres my lottery ticket, OJ?
OJ: Foolish man, I'm offering to you something far more then just material possessions. I'm about to unleash a great plague onto the earth and you I task with a very special job.
Zombie: If it involves killing wimbly, he's next on my list.
OJ: He means nothing to the events at hand. You Zombie are to be my Prophet of Doom. you are to spread the words of chaos, malice, disease and putrid purification. I endow you with great power and super natural ability with withstand all wordly harm.
Zombie: Why do you gotta make sound queer? Why couldn't you just say" ZMAC, go fuck some bitches up" ?
OJ: OK Fine motha fucka. ZMAC, go back to Earth, Back to WCF and fuck some bitches up. Be my nig on the streets, ready to bust a cap in all those that get in your way.
Zombie: Whats the catch, theres always some gayer then life monkies paw type catch?
OJ: No catch, I grant you the mortality that you once had. no Ordeal, no shamans, just License to kill.
Zombie: but only if I get a golden gun!
OJ: Deal- now go!
OJ had been letting out faint moans muffled by the curdling of blood rising up from his chest. Both men were in their final moments of life before death, if that was indeed what awaited them. Zombie wanted to reach that pouch but couldn't. He had failed, ZMAC is used to failure.
His eyes closed, for the last time.
" You actually managed to do it. you actually managed to kill El Phantino, a god, thee god- your god. Zombie McMorris, welcome to the void. "
Had he done it? Did he cheat death? Was this heaven;hell? Or something different? With something as Cliche as the " void" he better not have to pay for parking. Speaking of parking that was the one there there was alot of- space.
Zombie seemed to have materialized from thin air into even thicker, more cloudy circumstances. He had his body back, complete with the cloths he died in.
" You Zombie" The voice spoke. " You are the first one in over a millennium thats been able to defeat me. For this I applause you, if it gives solace. "
Zombie: Go fuck yourself, hows that for solace? Wheres my lottery ticket, OJ?
OJ: Foolish man, I'm offering to you something far more then just material possessions. I'm about to unleash a great plague onto the earth and you I task with a very special job.
Zombie: If it involves killing wimbly, he's next on my list.
OJ: He means nothing to the events at hand. You Zombie are to be my Prophet of Doom. you are to spread the words of chaos, malice, disease and putrid purification. I endow you with great power and super natural ability with withstand all wordly harm.
Zombie: Why do you gotta make sound queer? Why couldn't you just say" ZMAC, go fuck some bitches up" ?
OJ: OK Fine motha fucka. ZMAC, go back to Earth, Back to WCF and fuck some bitches up. Be my nig on the streets, ready to bust a cap in all those that get in your way.
Zombie: Whats the catch, theres always some gayer then life monkies paw type catch?
OJ: No catch, I grant you the mortality that you once had. no Ordeal, no shamans, just License to kill.
Zombie: but only if I get a golden gun!
OJ: Deal- now go!
