Post by Kaz on Apr 14, 2017 20:48:34 GMT -5
Last we left that intrepid hero Kaz Mazy, yung nigga was gettin' ready to pop that HAWT CAJUN THICKNESS on some undead codpieces, though today, fortune did not favor the bold. Not at fawkin' all my niggas. Real shameful ass shit. As soon as Kaz was preparing to deploy over Denmark, critical failure alerts sounded about the cabin. The hologram of Dr. Remus Micayle dissipated from sight as the ships engines betrayed their purpose and shut off with minimal warning.
As the ship began to descend over the cold surface of the Baltic, Kaz Mazy's mind began to drift towards his family. As his body shook from the impact of the collision, he let his mind go into something warmer...something peaceful. As the freezing waters shocked his system, he felt himself drift into a peaceful oblivion. He denied the beast of fears claws as felt his body start to go...
Da Baron: Naw' tooday Son of Sawmedi...
Kaz Mazy: (thinking)...I was wonderin' when you would show up.
Da Baron: An' prolong da fun any furder? Naw' on choo fawkin' life bwah. Pwus, I can't be avvin' dis fawkin' foo poachin' mah souls.
Kaz Mazy: (thinking)...Let's get the fawk outta here then.
Da Baron: Like yoo had to aks?
Kaz's eyes opened and he started to swim, out through the open loading bay, and into the expansive seas before him. He swam, swam as hard as his Jam Willy given arm and legs would take him. He swam like Michael Phelps on that OG Kush bender – da trick was in the buds, ja feel? SWIMMING 101, mah nigga. Take notes.
Kaz felt his lungs starting to bolster as he made one last massive push upward, surfacing only for a moment before the crushing waves took him back underneath. I don't even need to explain to you that Kaz was starting to feel a little froggy. Niggas CAN swim, not that well mind ya, but you'd be hard pressed to find an African American male tripping in the ocean. Even Andre Aquarius don't fuck with that shit and he built a gimmick around the fuckin' ocean. Fact check it. (snopes.com)
As the relentless waves carried him underneath once more, trying to sink him even further under the ocean, he felt something fit snug into his asscheeks. Before he could assess what exactly was happening, he was pulled forth from the crushing tides and out of the sea to a furiously delicious gasp of sweet ass oxygen. Thicknezz made a killin' on the OH DOS mah nigga, straight up. As he rubbed the salt from his eyes, he saw a massive oil tanker yanking him from his watery grave, and as he reached the deck, he was unceremoniously tossed to the hard steel floor.
Kaz jumped to his feet as a large, spirited figure emerged from the riff raff, sporting a signature Tommy Bahama and a fleek azz bowler. Real recognize real, fams.
Wade Moor: What do you think? Should we throw it back in?
Kaz Mazy: Touch me, I shove that bomb ass hat right up your fat asshole, ya heard?
Wade Moor approached Kaz Mazy, a smile curved up the side of his murky cheek.
Wade Moor: Yeah...yeah, you got spirit, I guess. I can see why Bobby Cairo chose you.
Kaz Mazy: Cairo didn't choose shit, just doin' the Lord's work famz.
Wade Moor: You mean that greasy trailer bumpkin'? I bought weed off him once. Crazy dude, spewin' all kinds of bullshit about alien conspiracies.
Kaz Mazy: Well we are marching into an undead apocalypse AF, right now...crazier shit has happened.
Wade Moor: You're fighting? I was certain they said 'World Champions only'. Gotta say, I feel a little cheated.
Da Baron: (intrinsically)...I like him.
Kaz Mazy: (thinking)...Shut up.
Kaz proffers his chest to Wade Moor, challenging that old boy HLR style. “jew want sum? cum get sum!” lookin' ass nigga, fr fr.
Kaz Mazy: I'm here to actually fight instead of lounging on my yacht with...(while looking around)...these Los Illuminados lookin' azz fgts. Maybe try givin' a fawkin' shit about somethin' other than driving cheeseburgers into yuh fawkin' gullet for once in yah GWADFATHUH DAYUM LIFE!
Wade smiles again...and then drops his meaty hand onto Kaz's shoulder.
Wade Moor: Yung Thicknuzz, indeed, my child. Godnilla...well, Godnilla likes you kid. Godnilla thinks ya got spunk, and regardless of what you think; I'm here to fight. I'm here to show off the power I now wield. Also, I'm not the one crashing my airship into the middle of the fucking ocean.
Kaz shrugs.
Kaz Mazy: I guess technology and portals to the fuckin' Necro don't exactly mix, my man. Trial by error and all that unthick nonsense. So can I catch a ride or nah?
As Kaz Mazy and Wade Moor headed to the bow of the ship, the shores of Denmark visible on the horizon, the two conflicted warriors knew not what awaited them on land, nor the malicious presence lurking in the depths below The Leviathan.
As the ship began to descend over the cold surface of the Baltic, Kaz Mazy's mind began to drift towards his family. As his body shook from the impact of the collision, he let his mind go into something warmer...something peaceful. As the freezing waters shocked his system, he felt himself drift into a peaceful oblivion. He denied the beast of fears claws as felt his body start to go...
Da Baron: Naw' tooday Son of Sawmedi...
Kaz Mazy: (thinking)...I was wonderin' when you would show up.
Da Baron: An' prolong da fun any furder? Naw' on choo fawkin' life bwah. Pwus, I can't be avvin' dis fawkin' foo poachin' mah souls.
Kaz Mazy: (thinking)...Let's get the fawk outta here then.
Da Baron: Like yoo had to aks?
Kaz's eyes opened and he started to swim, out through the open loading bay, and into the expansive seas before him. He swam, swam as hard as his Jam Willy given arm and legs would take him. He swam like Michael Phelps on that OG Kush bender – da trick was in the buds, ja feel? SWIMMING 101, mah nigga. Take notes.
Kaz felt his lungs starting to bolster as he made one last massive push upward, surfacing only for a moment before the crushing waves took him back underneath. I don't even need to explain to you that Kaz was starting to feel a little froggy. Niggas CAN swim, not that well mind ya, but you'd be hard pressed to find an African American male tripping in the ocean. Even Andre Aquarius don't fuck with that shit and he built a gimmick around the fuckin' ocean. Fact check it. (snopes.com)
As the relentless waves carried him underneath once more, trying to sink him even further under the ocean, he felt something fit snug into his asscheeks. Before he could assess what exactly was happening, he was pulled forth from the crushing tides and out of the sea to a furiously delicious gasp of sweet ass oxygen. Thicknezz made a killin' on the OH DOS mah nigga, straight up. As he rubbed the salt from his eyes, he saw a massive oil tanker yanking him from his watery grave, and as he reached the deck, he was unceremoniously tossed to the hard steel floor.
Kaz jumped to his feet as a large, spirited figure emerged from the riff raff, sporting a signature Tommy Bahama and a fleek azz bowler. Real recognize real, fams.
Wade Moor: What do you think? Should we throw it back in?
Kaz Mazy: Touch me, I shove that bomb ass hat right up your fat asshole, ya heard?
Wade Moor approached Kaz Mazy, a smile curved up the side of his murky cheek.
Wade Moor: Yeah...yeah, you got spirit, I guess. I can see why Bobby Cairo chose you.
Kaz Mazy: Cairo didn't choose shit, just doin' the Lord's work famz.
Wade Moor: You mean that greasy trailer bumpkin'? I bought weed off him once. Crazy dude, spewin' all kinds of bullshit about alien conspiracies.
Kaz Mazy: Well we are marching into an undead apocalypse AF, right now...crazier shit has happened.
Wade Moor: You're fighting? I was certain they said 'World Champions only'. Gotta say, I feel a little cheated.
Da Baron: (intrinsically)...I like him.
Kaz Mazy: (thinking)...Shut up.
Kaz proffers his chest to Wade Moor, challenging that old boy HLR style. “jew want sum? cum get sum!” lookin' ass nigga, fr fr.
Kaz Mazy: I'm here to actually fight instead of lounging on my yacht with...(while looking around)...these Los Illuminados lookin' azz fgts. Maybe try givin' a fawkin' shit about somethin' other than driving cheeseburgers into yuh fawkin' gullet for once in yah GWADFATHUH DAYUM LIFE!
Wade smiles again...and then drops his meaty hand onto Kaz's shoulder.
Wade Moor: Yung Thicknuzz, indeed, my child. Godnilla...well, Godnilla likes you kid. Godnilla thinks ya got spunk, and regardless of what you think; I'm here to fight. I'm here to show off the power I now wield. Also, I'm not the one crashing my airship into the middle of the fucking ocean.
Kaz shrugs.
Kaz Mazy: I guess technology and portals to the fuckin' Necro don't exactly mix, my man. Trial by error and all that unthick nonsense. So can I catch a ride or nah?
As Kaz Mazy and Wade Moor headed to the bow of the ship, the shores of Denmark visible on the horizon, the two conflicted warriors knew not what awaited them on land, nor the malicious presence lurking in the depths below The Leviathan.
