No hard feelings, Bio! Don't worry, trust me, you died a somewhat heroic death.
Round 2
djkates: Shoot self - couldn’t take it any more
Zero Dark Flirty: Shoot Jondanger - the bastard got what he deserved
Jondanger 23: Shoot Biosafety - went out with a bang
NES: Shoot air - professional duck hunter
Bio Safety: Shoot Zero Dark Flirty - rest in peace, martyr
Jon roamed the semi-paved paths of the settlement, looking for anybody else to eliminate. However, as he was doing so, Zero had been stalking him the entire time. Bringing up his gun, he shot Jon. He missed his abdomen and the bullet pierced Jon’s calf.
“Ah, fuck!” With one hand holding his bloody leg, he realized that he would bleed out soon enough. Zero had left as quickly as possible, not wanting to get caught. Jon frantically looked for anyone he could bring to Hell with him. Unfortunately, Bio had chosen to go for a walk at that time. While on his walk, he noticed Zero running through the bushes. The loud ringing noise from the shot that killed Zero made Jon notice him. He shot the man, and seeing Jon shot him in the chest and he crumpled immediately. A twisted smirk crept across Jon’s face and he started to laugh. He laughed until his blood surrounded him, his heart getting slower, his lungs struggling for air.
“Well, my friend,” he said, gesturing to Bio, “I guess I’ll be seeing you on the other....side…” Jon passed out, never to wake again.
NES took his gun out from underneath his trenchcoat. He stomped his cigarette out and grinned. “Looks like a good day for duck hunting.”
He took out an automatic rifle and sprayed the bullets across the sky. Afterward, he walked over to the giant pile of birds laying on the ground. He picked one up and bit right into it. “Oh, man, that’s some great duck.”
Kates sighed. They didn’t understand what the point of all of it was. All the killing. They looked at their hands. They had never killed anyone themselves. Or had they?
War flashbacks. As soon as they felt them coming on, they curled into a ball. “Make them go away, damnit!”
But they could never simply ask for that. No. As much as they hated those breakdowns, they were too afraid to go to a therapist. They were used to acting tough, acting strong. Clutching the trigger, Kates pointed the gun into their mouth.
edited 27th Sep '14 4:19:11 PM by nbs4
SHAMWOW IS NOT OXYCLEAN. A DOG IS NOT A BROTHERNice game all.
Anyways, I'll be up for hosting the next one. I do have a theme for one in mind.
I now go by Graf von Tirol.So far we have:
- bRaHiAn1
- The Hobo Tortle
- Jondanger23
- nbs4
- NESgamer190 (I believe)
- Speedchesser
I'm hoping to start on Monday at midnight Pacific time.
I now go by Graf von Tirol.

I'll get you back Zero! Trust me, I will!
Ooh I topped the page.
edited 26th Sep '14 5:27:11 PM by IchigoPockyChama