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Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Poetry, Comedy, and other. => Topic started by: Syreal on February 13, 2004, 06:53:33 pm

Title: They Hunger (Planeshift Style)
Post by: Syreal on February 13, 2004, 06:53:33 pm

Well I remember it as if it were yesterday. . .wait it was. . .well*clears throat*, it all started in the Inn. I was drinking my ale with some Dwarf friends when it started to lag. . .err. . . rain. I wanted to get out of the Tavern before it got worse so. . . I left. I drunk to much ale because the grass was turning yellow and purple. THEN THEY ATTACKED! There were zombies everywhere! I took out my Mithril Battle Axe and hacked afew of them apart. But there were still hundreds! I was being overtaken. One of them started gnawing on my head. . . . . .

(someone continue this story)

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Post by: Xordan on February 13, 2004, 06:56:15 pm

I calmly spawned. ..um.. appeared out of thin air using magic, and took over the zombies woth his necromantic powers. I then blew syreal\'s head off, and disappeared once more leaving the zombies to cause mass havoc.  :D

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Post by: Syreal on February 13, 2004, 07:01:26 pm

I calmly placed my head back on my shoulders, since the undead ate by brain I WAS NOW UNDEAD! Me and my zombie friends sought out Xordan to get our revenge! (on what im not sure, maby for not letting us die)