When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)
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				Title: <strong>When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 22:18:45</strong>
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				(OOC Here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73497))<br><br>Welcome, again, to the beautiful city of Randomburg USA; a quiet and humble town of everyday folks living out everyday lives, minding their everyday business and doing everyday things -just a boring, normal type of city in the middle of one of the greatest countries on the entire planet in the good year of today, simply doing nothing better than existing. All is well, all is nice, and all is- Giant mutant space fleas from outer space!<br><br><strong>Quick, everyone <del>flea</del> flee for your lives!</strong><br><br>For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. For the action of giant hairballs falling from the sky, releasing giant fleas to eat and harvest humans; the reaction is a simple one of widespread panic and disarray. Pink fuzzy things falling onto houses, onto people and onto poor innocent pets named “Sparky”, a horrible way to start the day for everyone in this otherwise quiet suburban city. A worldwide announcement is stated by every government on the planet, today is the day that earth is doomed and all must fight for themselves to survive.<br><br><br>However people like Sergeant T. Williams were way ahead of that ball. Now looking for stragglers, not of his own will mind you, so that he could bar up a near-by grocery and hold out as long as possible. It was the most fortified place to keep camp but it had food, a generator for electricity and the monsters attacking earth didn’t seem smart enough to open doors so right now the <em>Mom &amp; Pop Grocery Shop: Shoppin’s</em> was the best place to hide like a little girl who just lost her mommy to, well, a giant man eating flea. Any and all who bumped into our Sergeant better have a weapon, a thought on what the hell is going on and a damn good excuse for not being fucking dead.<br><br>It was the duty of Sargent William to make sure that he saved as many American's as possible. That attitude and military training of his paying off as not a flea stood a chance, well the ones he did manage to bump into. The situation, however, called for more special ops.&nbsp; Search and destroy- help tactics, sneak tactics and the like. Crouching along the side of buildings and jumping from manicured bush to manicured bush, William was like a chameleon stained bright pink but he knew nothing else.<br><br><em><strong>Welcome to <em><del>Random</del> Fleaburg USA</em>, population a shit load of man eating flea things and a lot less people running from them.</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 12:19:00</strong>
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				Dr.Hilda Hindenburg grabbed her pack and straightened the ever crooked goggles that she wore on her forehead. Looking to the sky she saw their ships...their big hairy ships which brought forth suppressed frustration and anger. It was more than she could handle really and she was inwardly panicking like never before. Mad eyes darted in different directions as she tried to think of something to do. <br><br>With a can of DDT in her hand and a sharpened broom handle in the other she raced down the suburban streets, constantly looking out for a flea attack. If anyone had been close enough they would have heard her mumbled words. "Get to shoppin's, make a weapon. Get to shoppin's, make a weapon." over and over those words rolled about her mind as she dodged a swerving car. <br><br>Screaming suddenly she jumped back as a flea leapt into her path. Shaking she looked to her make-shift defences and sprayed the bug, lunging at it with the broom handle. Covered in pink she did an odd dance of triumph&nbsp; and disgust before spraying it a little more and discarding the can. Jumping past the now dead flea she carried on down the road, ignoring the looks received from those she passed. Yes, she'd finally left her house, and yes, she couldn't probably do with a hair-cut. But right now she was a little busy trying to not get killed and pretend like she knew what she was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 02:15:38</strong>
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				Crystal staggered out of the dilapidated building she woke up in still scratching at her mangy blond hair.&nbsp; She blinked her eyes a few times trying to get adjusted to the light and noticed that the street in front of her seemed empty.&nbsp; It was strange for an afternoon in Randomburg to be that empty and Crystal rolled her eyes in disgust of trying to find a trick to make some quick cash for a few rocks.&nbsp; She took one of her ever handy KFC moist towelettes from her back pocket to clean her face and hands with it; noticing she only had a few left.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Shit, I gotta hit up Kentucky Fried Chicken soon to get some more wipes.&nbsp; </em><br><br>Her tongue ran across her dry lips and she straightened herself up as much as she could walking to the corner.&nbsp; A car came whizzing by her with a family screaming at her to <strong>"GET OUT OF THE CITY!!"</strong> but that certainly wasn't unusual given Crystal M. Smockar's line of work.&nbsp; Her scabbed hand held up a middle finger to the car as it drove out of sight.&nbsp; The twitches and nerves in her body were screaming to get the drugs and Crystal reached into her bra to take out a crack-pipe made of tin foil.&nbsp; She looked at the foil pipe peculiarly through her sunken eyes, scouring it for any residue and grabbed a lighter to see if she could get a tiny hit.&nbsp; A small puff of smoke crept out of her toothless mouth and her body relaxed a little.<br><br>After standing on the corner for a half hour (<em>it was really only a minute or two but the poor woman had no patience</em>) with no customers Crystal started making her way over to KFC that was a few blocks up.&nbsp; As she rounded the second corner a large black creature jumped in her path and charged at her leg!&nbsp; Instinctively, Crystal grabbed the trusty knife she kept in the front of her jeans and jammed it into the creature; its blood spattering onto her sweatshirt as it convulsed on the cement.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"What the FUCK!? Am I hallucinating again?"</strong> She screamed, not expecting an answer.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 04:43:03</strong>
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				Earlwise was looking out the crusty window of his 'lair', it had been cracked a little and a chunk of the glass was missing so he could peer out of it. The neighborhood he was located in was in chaos, people were running around trying to grab previsions to hold off in their homes till the military could handle it or the whole thing blew over. Screams could be heard in the distance, and mothers were calling out to their lost sons. His eyes darted left and right, he started mumbling to himself. The man who actually owned the cramped tool shed came out and was heading in Earlwise's direction. Most likely looking for something to board up the house. Earlwise's eyes were wide at this point. No one could find out his lair! The man grabbed the knob and turned it. When the door flung open Earlwise was trying to hide behind his board and a rake. The man stopped in his tracks and stared. When Earlwise's position was compromised he knew he had to find shelter somewhere else. The looked into the mans eyes and started screaming and flailing his arms frantically before rushing him and pushing him over. He managed to take a can of bug spray, his message board and a gardening hoe. He ran down the road screaming. <br><br>Earlwise turned a corner to find a flea feasting upon a dead body. It turned at Earlwise. The fresh blood and flesh of Earlwise was too great to pass up. The flea lunged at him and knocked him to the ground. Earlwise started screaming, not out of fear but out of insanity. This threw the flea off, which gave Earlwise the edge. He shoved the flea onto the brick wall, he continued to scream, shouting passages from the bible as he struck the flea continuously with his message board.<br><br>"Even though I walk<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;through the valley of the shadow of death,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I will fear no evil,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;for you are with me;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;your rod and your staff,<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;they comfort me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br><br>The flea was already dead but was still getting attacked. Poor bastard. After Earlwise's arms were numb, he continued to look for more shelter. Still mumbling under his breath and darting his eyes and head left and right. Shifty fucker he was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 06:24:15</strong>
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				Jumping from bush to bush, tree to tree and house wall to house wall; William was moving his way slowly into the suburban area. Eventually he came to an area that seemed to have people running around it. Where the heck he was exactly, he couldn't tell. The Shoppin's was just down a hill back the way he came so that wasn't a problem but the area he was in now was just unrecognizable to him.<br><br><strong>Shock and awe!</strong><br><br>There were some people alive! Well not people, more like not fleas... eh, they were close enough to people that something could be done; a doctor and some people who seemed to be homeless. It was up to Sergeant T. Williams to collect and protect these people. Mostly people? They were better than the others who were getting maimed and killed so it was them or nothing; should pick nothing.<br><br>“Listen up!” William shouted as shot a single bullet into the sky with his gun, unaware that wasting ammo was probably not the smartest of things right now. “This ain’t an act of god and this sure as hell ain’t no hallucination!” He barked his orders, “Any human’s that don’t want to be alien shit in the morning need to follow my ass to the Shoppin’s RIGHT THE FUCK <strong>NOW!</strong>” He wasn’t messing around and he was a bit pissed these were the only people who seemed competent enough to keep themselves alive. The worst of all being the fact if things got broken down, he was probably the smartest of them all and he knew that didn’t rest well.<br><br>Every flea in the area had panicked at the loud pop that came from the gun so anyone bolting for the Shoppin’s would make it there in mostly one piece. Right now the monsters kept their distance as they assessed the situation and let their lil’ns rest all snug and comfy on Crystal’s sweater while munching greedily on the a house wife or two.<br><br><em>“My Baby!”</em><br><br><strong>“My Leg!”</strong><br><br>Those too weak or slow were being picked off rather quickly but it didn’t mean those from the hairy space balls were going to let anyone go. William pushed his beret down on his head and started booking it; he did his job well enough. They’d follow or they’d die! That wasn’t his fault or problem… right? He did his job and if they made it to the grocery he’d continue to do his job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 06:57:45</strong>
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				Crystal looked up abruptly as she heard a loud gun shot and saw a man in uniform yelling at her.&nbsp; She was in a little bit of a daze about what had just happened.<br><br>"Officer I wasn't soliciting!! You can't take me to jail!"&nbsp; Her wretched voice cried out in a plea that she had echoed a hundred times.&nbsp; Jail wasn't a foreign home for Crystal; at least she got a shower, a warm bed and some food.&nbsp; Plus it was usually just a day or two.&nbsp; The cops had bigger fish to fry than a few prostitutes trying to earn a living.<br><br>She started scratching feverishly at her arms seemingly unaware of her surroundings and the chaos.&nbsp; One of her scrawny hands slowly moved up to her chest to feel the comfort of her crack pipe.&nbsp; <em>Ahhh...it was still there</em>&nbsp; She felt her heart pounding in her chest waiting to see if her hands would soon be behind her back.<br><br>"C'mon man I wasn't doing anything, I'm waiting for a friend" Crystal attempted to sound more sincere gumming the words out of her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 15:48:19</strong>
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				Earlwise jumped behind a fire hydrant, trying to take some sort of cover from the foreign gun shot. He looked up and saw Mr. Military man shouting orders. When he cleared his mind of judgment day and what not, he heard that everyone was going to the grocery store. He looked around at all the 'would be potential survivors'. He took a gander at Crystal. <em>Wow she's a boss gal.</em> He knew his only hope now was to follow the Sgt. to the new fortress. <br><br>Earlwise usually did this sort of thing alone...mostly because everyone was sane enough to never listen to him. But this was a nice change of pace. He stood up and left the comfort of his fire hydrant, put on his message board as if it were armor, tucked the bug spray in between his pants and hoisted the gardening hoe onto a shoulder as if he were walking in a platoon holding a rifle. Earlwise stood straight and saluted, he proceeded to the Shoppin's. He felt a bit hesitant though, a few years back that was his area of choice to spread the truth of Impending doom. After a while the manager filled a restraining order on him that didn't allow him within 50yrds of the store after tried to steal one of those electric powered handicapped scooters. 
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 11:27:16</strong>
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				Stumbling over, her hair sticking out, usually pristine la coat splattered with pink guts, Dr.Hilda finally managed to reach shoppin's. Falling down on her knees she caught her breath, having avoided any physical exertions for so long it had left her extremely unfit, even for running over the district whilst beating off rabid Fleas. She knew she shouldn't have given up gym class.<br><br>Looking up she saw a large military man shouting orders at various people in the distance. He seemed to be in charge of the ragged group and so she decided to wait at the store until they arrived. "Do you sink they vill vant your help Hilda?" she asked herself, a habit se had developed after living alone for so long. "Yah! Vy not? You are ze only one wis de knowledge of dese creatures." Yes, she could always count on herself for reassurance, she was dependable like that. Opening up the store she scratched her head in puzzlement at the cans lining the aisles. She supposed it would be an idea to collect a store of food for people. Turning back she saw the large army man running towards the store she she panicked for a moment. "Gah!" she cried out and hid behind a cash register.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 22:36:16</strong>
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				Crystal watched as the <em>police officer</em> and the guy wearing a human sign and wielding a garden hoe walked away from her up the street.&nbsp; She was relieved that she wasn't going to jail, at least not today.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Oh my god! Someone help me!"</em>&nbsp; From behind she heard a woman scream and twirled around to see one of those black creatures, bigger than the one she encountered feasting on the woman's neck while she struggled on the ground.<br><br><strong>Blood.&nbsp; Gush.&nbsp; Spatter.&nbsp; Blood. </strong><br><br>"What the fuck is going on?"&nbsp; She asked herself with the little reasoning she had left in her abused brain.&nbsp; Always the good citizen of Randomburg, Crystal crouched down to her knees focusing on the woman's purse that had been strewn into the street.&nbsp; Hallucination or not, she was getting that purse!&nbsp; She waited quietly for the giant creature to finish feeding on the woman and hop away.&nbsp; Licking her lips, Crystal ran over near the woman and grabbed the purse.&nbsp; Hoisting it up onto her shoulder she rummaged through it looking for a wallet as she headed for the KFC.&nbsp; Jackpot!! $143.00 AND there was even some change jingling in the bottom!&nbsp; <em>This was her lucky day!</em><br><br>Crystal opened the heavy glass door to the KFC scanning the tables, corners, and behind the register for customers and employees but saw no one.&nbsp; The delicious smell of fried chicken wafted through the air but Crystal tuned her attention to the plastic containers on her right that held all the condiments.&nbsp; She grabbed handfuls of moist towelettes and shoved them in her purse, eyes darting around in paranoia.&nbsp; She even took a number of sporks and ketchup packets.&nbsp; Quickly, Crystal ran out of the KFC with all her treasures and even though the chicken smelled great, her body wasn't hungry for <em>food</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A few doors up from the KFC was a sheltered doorway where her regular dealer usually stood.&nbsp; Normally, she had to beg him for a rock or two with what little money she could scrounge up but not today!!&nbsp; Since he wasn't outside, Crystal cautiously opened the wooden door that led to a steep staircase and the apartments above the shops on the street.&nbsp; "Leroy! You here?!"&nbsp; She yelled.&nbsp; No response.&nbsp; The door with the crooked number 13 sticker was slightly ajar and she headed down the hall.&nbsp; <em>*Creak*</em> She poked her leathered face in door.&nbsp; "Leroy?&nbsp; It's me."&nbsp; She whispered.&nbsp; No response.&nbsp; Crystal pushed the door open wider just as Leroy was coming out of the kitchen with a plate of fried chicken.&nbsp; She dug her hand in the purse feeling for the cash and pulled out $100.00 in twenties, leaving a few bucks for the next day and bought 10 crack rocks.&nbsp; Leroy even gave her a free one for being such a good customer and let her smoke up right there in the apartment out of a burned glass pipe.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 04:54:15</strong>
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				<strong>Mack Datti Sex</strong><br><br>The streets were littered with wrecked vehicles and debris of all sorts as Mack sped along the once busy city street on his way out of town. He passed a shopping cart loaded full with electronics and jewelry that some poor shmuck had tried to lift from the now unstaffed electronics store, the remains of his shattered corpse sprawled gruesomely on the street. Ahead of him, someone would occasionally run across the street screaming hysterically, followed shortly by some giant abomination. In a few locations, Mack noticed, a giant… hairball looking thing would be laying on top of something… or someone, that something or someone always crushed beyond recognition.<br><br>As he sped by one particularly gory scene involving a church bus full of elderly people, there was a sudden, bone jarring as some poor soul plowed into the hood of Mack’s beautiful Cadillac, having taken a swan dive from somewhere up the 30 story office building he was passing. Startled, Mack instinctively jerked the wheel hard to his right, the ruined face of the person on his car sliding along his windshield which had been smashed into an indiscernible myriad of spider-web cracks, rendering Mack virtually blind. He careened off the main road, onto the sidewalk, destroyed a newspaper dispencer, a serious of mailboxes and finally crashing into the front of a liquor store called “Beaver Liquors.” <br><br><strong>”God DAMMIT!”</strong> Mack cursed at his misfortune as he hopped down out of his cadillac, infuriated as he inspected the damage his Cadillac had sustained. He grabbed the arm of the unfortunate remains that cratered his hood and dragged the corpse off of his Cadillac and onto the sidewalk. <strong>”You STUPID Mother FUCKER!”</strong> He kicked the corpse in what was left of its head, his foot getting stuck in the gore that remained. Grimacing at the results, he wiped his foot on the corpse’s clothes and waddled hurriedly to the rear of his vehicle, the trunk door popping open with a press of a button.<br><br>Reaching in, Mack snatched up a couple of chrome plated Colt 1911 .45 caliber pistols with gold plated triggers and inlaid pearl pistol grips as well as many magazines of ammunition as he fit into his pockets. He tucked the pistols into the waistband of his ridiculous pants, returning to the front seat to grab his cane and his pimp hat. Just then another one of the monstrous creatures suddenly landed behind him from out of nowhere. <strong>”Fuck me!”</strong> Mack whispered to himself in terror. He didn’t know what these things were and he wasn’t sure if this one saw him or not, but he wasn’t going to hang around to find out. He decided to take cover rather than take his chances with the gun and quickly&nbsp; ducked inside the first door he saw. The door to the Shoppins. <br><br>Just to be on the safe side, he pulled out one of his pistols, carefully backing himself into the store and away from the door. Movement caught his eye and he glanced over quickly, finding a wild haired woman in a lab coat and wearing glasses. He stretched his arm out, pointing his gun towards the door and exclaimed, <strong>”Some kinda god damned super crabs out there fuckin’ EATIN’ people!”</strong> He quickly looked over the crazed looking woman , wrinkling his nose at her as his mind raced. <strong>”What are you, a doctor? What the hell’s going on out there? Mega venereal disease? God dammed prostitutes!”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 19:31:44</strong>
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				Crystal was in a state of oblivion after she got her fix.&nbsp; She was sitting on the floor with her back leaned up against a smelly couch but still grasping the glass pipe in her hand that rested in her lap.&nbsp; Her eyes were closed and her worn face has something that looked like a smile on it.&nbsp; Crystal didn't even notice that the few small fleas that had jumped onto the arm of her sweatshirt earlier had chewed a few small holes in the fabric and were continuing to hop around.<br><strong><br>*CRASH* </strong> <br><br>Her relaxation was interrupted by the shattering of Leroy's window in the living room.&nbsp; An enormous, hairy beast clinging to a rope had swung in feet first through the window.&nbsp; She saw its sharp teeth and her sunken eyes widened in fear.&nbsp; The beast pounced on Leroy who had been knocked down in a hail of glass shards from the window.&nbsp; He was already cut and bleeding from the glass, a lot of it still stuck in his arms and back as the beast started gnawing and ripping at the flesh on his left side.&nbsp; <br><br>Crystal jumped up and started screaming as she ran out of the apartment still clutching the glass pipe.&nbsp; She was in such a frantic hurry that her purse strap caught on the hand rail near the stairs and she tripped, tumbling and rolling down the steps.&nbsp; Her frail body bounced on the stair case and she knocked her head against the wall before finally ending up on her belly at the entrance way.&nbsp; Crystal groaned a little bit even more in a daze than she already was but thankfully was high enough to feel no pain.&nbsp; She had lost a few sporks on her decent from the stairs but the purse still hung around her elbow and she managed to cradle the glass pipe like a baby in her arms to protect it from the fall.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved to her knees and then her feet rather quickly for a woman that had just taken a rough tumble, unaware that her head was now bleeding.&nbsp; Crystal opened the wooden door and continued running out into the street screaming and flailing her arms. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 04:15:39</strong>
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				The giant monster chased Crystal as quick as its feet and jumping would allow. Smashing and clamoring even worse that the human it was chasing, crashing into walls and screeching loudly as its pretty kept getting further and further away. This human was not about to get away, even after having claimed a meal already. Screeching the beast made it to the stairs not long after Crystal, taking a similar tumble but not so much like Crystal, the beast was ground to a deathly halt at the bottom. A spray of mess as it smashed against the wall down below and sprayed the corridor with many shades of red and pink.<br><br>Alerted to the sound of a dying comrade, many flea monsters begin responding to what the feel may be a threat. Someone has tortured one of their comrades and it takes no time at all for the response to mean a flea fleet upon Crystal’s heels. Leaps and bounds, somehow each flea only misses by an inch or two, they try to crush the almost magically impervious crack head as they herd her closer and closer to the Shippin’s grocer.<br><br>Meanwhile: Sergeant T. Williams runs himself quickly to that very same grocery store as fleas were now bounding and leaping for all those who were heading for the safety of the grocery store. Good old Shoppin’s Grocery, the best place to hold down the fort if the creatures didn’t figure out how to open doors or break bullet proof glass. Why bullet-proof-glass on a Mom &amp; Pop shop? Who cares right now, it was there and seemed a good as place as any.<br><br>“Move the fuck out of the way!” Williams shouted as he dived into the building in a grand (but totally not needed) fashion. Skidding across the tile and smashing into a pile of canned peas, “Close the door you fucking idiots!” Shouting to no one in particular as anyone who was behind better have made it inside and someone else better have closed the door.<br><br>Not far inside of the Shoppin’s there were a few others who had been cowering in fear from the sights outside or just unaware. Just three people, three people not all that important to the story at hand but still there. A store clerk who was now trying to hide in a fort of kitty litter on isle 13 being the least helpful of the three had anyone decided to go and speak with him. There were two others were those who were unaware, currently busy in a walk in freezer keeping themselves occupied with on another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 12:41:39</strong>
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				Hearing the loud smash Dr. Hilda leapt from her hiding spot and shut the door, running over to the four standing at the back. "Vat is going on?" she yelled rather too loudly, yanking a page from her front pocket, lined with a protective plastic so her pens wouldn't bleed into her coat. Staring at the diagram on the paper and then to the large monsters that were congregating outside the shop she let out a strangled groan and hastily put it away. Tripping over a rogue can of peas she awkwardly recovered and looked to the military man who she had assumed was in charge. Thrusting her hand forward she didn't quite realise that this was hardly time for formalities, but this hardly going to occur to her slightly scattered mind. <br><br>"Dr.Hilda Hindenburg! At your service. I haf pleanty off information about zeez creatures sir. I am a scientist you know." she added to the protruding limb that shook in front of her body. Hearing another large bang however she leapt in the air and hid behind the cashier, muttering something in a foreign tongue. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 17:51:14</strong>
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				As all hell broke loose, Earlwise kept his cool, still in the middle of his march he made sure nothing broke his concentration. While marching towards the store a flea spotted him and started bounding his direction. He saw the flea in pursuit and since he was already in a military demeanor he was not about to let a flea break him. He held the hoe out as if it were an antique musket with a bayonet on the end, Earlwise charged his oncoming foe screaming more nonsense. When he was within 30 feet Earlwise realized what he was doing and flipped out, his demeanor was officially broken. Earlwise made out for the other direction screeching obscure noises, nothing was audibly of any language. He dove into the store sliding across the tile and flailing his hoe around wildly protecting himself from anything that might come at him. He stood in the presence of the military man, with that he stood up straight regaining himself. He went into a solute. <br><br>" Private Earlwise reporting for duty sir!" He said with a very serious face, staring off into space. "Although I have not served in the armed forces, I read a book once about something with guns. I feel I can be a valuable asset to the mission at hand." He spoke sincerely as if he were truly qualified of a military regime.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 18:15:28</strong>
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				Crystal's heart pounded as she sprinted as fast as she could down the street with the monsters behind her.&nbsp; The stolen purse bounced against her leg with every step.&nbsp; When a bus load of senior citizens came to a stop at the red light just across the intersection from her way she saw her chance for an escape.&nbsp; Her hand quickly scoured the purse for a few ketchup packets and she ripped them open with her teeth.&nbsp; Crystal got to the door of the bus panting and started banging on the door frantically.&nbsp; When the bus driver reluctantly swung the yellow doors open, she took a step in, reached her arms out and sprayed him in the face with the ketchup packets.&nbsp; He was blinded and stunned leaving the door to the bus open as she jumped out and continued running.<br><br>Behind her she heard the monsters swarm the bus, jumping on top of it, breaking the windows.&nbsp; The white haired folks inside were trapped and their screams and cries bellowed out from the bus.<br><br><strong>"My hip!"&nbsp; "My Heart!"&nbsp; AGGHHH!!!!! </strong> <br><br>Crystal ran straight for the entrance to the Shoppin's where she saw a few people inside.&nbsp; By now, she was gasping for air with a wild look on her face.&nbsp; Her straw-like dirty hair was wet with sweat and blood from the cut on her head after that nasty fall in the hallway.&nbsp; <em>Dammit!&nbsp; She needed a hit bad!</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 06:20:29</strong>
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				Reaching up and gripping the good doctor’s hand, William pulled himself up from the ground and shook her hand quickly. “Sergeant William’s, Military first response to this fucking mess and your new team leader,” The guy grunted and snorted as he made an assessment of who he saw; what a shit ass sorry group this was too.<br><br>The smelly homeless loon was responded to with a quick hand placed on his face and a gentle push away. He’d be as helpful as the fleas themselves, no best to let him feel useful so he didn’t do something retarded; no, best to let him run around in circles for awhile. The doc on the other hand, “Lets see what you know on these flea fuckers, Hilda. It better be something useful… like how to rid our city of the damn things.”<br><br>William slowly looked around after saying his piece to Hilda. “Who ever isn’t useless should find something they can use as a weapon,” William looked to the loon wearing his doomsday sign, “Unless you got one already.” Recognizing Earlwise having a weapon was a bit startling and as a result caused the military man to cough roughly then look around once again. “Alright… we should be safe here for awhile.” He muttered a small ‘I think’ under his breath but tried not to play on it to much.<br><br>Outside the Shoppin’s was a mess of fleas and screams, giant beasts throwing themselves at the glass and splattering in a spray of mess each going out with a shriek and then a long squeak as the corpse slowly rode down the clear glass. “<strong>Fucking Bugs</strong>,” William groaned and shuddered his head before he marched over to the shorter man. “You… midget, keep eyes on the front and I hope you can use those sparkly pistols of yours.” William started marching to the back of the store for some recon, and he knew damn well that Mac Datti would be rather pissed off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 11:25:22</strong>
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				Mack remained mostly silent as the group of jerk offs wandered into the store with him. He kept his gun aimed at the door where he came in, listening to rather whacky conversations taking place around him. He tried to remain unseen, but his ridiculously loud outfit made that impossible, despite his small stature. Earlwise came sliding into the store, waving a ... hoe? Uncertain of exactly what was going on anymore, Mack hopped and ran in place nervously, pointing his gun at the crazy, wild eyed loon as he stood up and saluted. <strong>"What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck!? Do you *WANT* to get your stupid ass shot? Jesus *CHRIST!* He lowered the gun some. Can somebody PLEASE tell me wh.."</strong> <br><br>He was interrupted by a loud scream as a ... woman? Was that a woman? ... came running into the store, her arms flailing wildly. It had blood on it's head and had a wild expression on it's wrinkled, toothless face. Mack brought his gun up again, pointing it at the newcomer who scared him nearly as much as the giant... whatevers that were eating people outside. He grimaced as she came closer, cover his face in the crook of his other arm. A muffled <strong>"God DAMN!"</strong> was heard despite his mouth being covered. <strong>"What the fuck happened to you? You look like you already died... 3 months ago!"</strong> <br><br>Turning to the military man who spoke with an aire of authority, he listened closely, his mouth slightly gapped open and his gun still trained on the screaming dead woman with blood on her head and making a horrid weezing sound as she gasped. The military man was still yapping and barking and carrying on. He didn't really say anything helpful or worth remembering until he approached him. Mack's mouth dropped open as the man called him "midget". Mack stood frozen in place for a moment as he was paralyzed with rage. The military man walked away and Mack became a short blur of angry motion. <strong>"wh... what the fuck did you say, GI Joe? Come back here you pussy! I got your midget right h..."</strong> He pointed the gun where he saw the man disappear around the corner and pulled the trigger 3 times. <strong>"Hows that for know how to use my gun? Fuckin' son of a...."</strong><br><br>He trailed off into a low, mumbling string of perpetual profanities, facing the front of the store but not really watching, too pissed off and irritated to focus. He glanced back idly, catching a glimpse of the 3 whack jobs behind him, and he jolted with a start, remembering again what was going on. <strong>"Who the fuck was *THAT*?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 02:57:46</strong>
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				Crystal was hunched over, coughing and trying to catch her breath just a few inches inside the safety of the Shoppin's glass doors.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"What the fuck happened to you? You look like you already died... 3 months ago!" </em><br><br>"Oh go fuck yourself!&nbsp; Judging from your shoe size I'm gonna assume you're trying to over-compensate for <em>something</em> with that gun!&nbsp; FUCKER!"&nbsp; She said boldly to the miniature man wearing a red crushed velvet suit with a zebra striped collar holding a gun.&nbsp; Crystal looked down at him and glared.&nbsp; She was used to insults, they didn't really bother her anymore.&nbsp; "I don't need this shit right now."&nbsp; She muttered to herself and walked over to a large magazine rack that lined the middle of the windows.<br><br>She slid her back down the rack, ruffling the pages of Jet, Auto Trader, Rolling Stone, and Playboy among others, and sat on the floor.&nbsp; Her skeletal hand reached into the purse she had stolen from the dead woman and found one of her rocks, a lighter and the glass pipe.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>*Click*&nbsp; *Flame*&nbsp; *Burn*&nbsp; *Suck*&nbsp; *Inhale*&nbsp; </strong><br><br>The glass burned her top lip a little but Crystal didn't mind another sore compared to the ecstasy she was feeling at the moment.&nbsp; Her eyes glazed over as she blew out a long stream of smoke into the store.&nbsp; Her body felt content and warm.&nbsp; And she relaxed her limbs sitting on a concrete floor as if she were laying in a plush pillow-top, king sized bed.&nbsp; There was some commotion coming from other folks in the store but in those few seconds she didn't give a<em> fffffuuuuuuccckkkkk</em>.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>19-07-2010, 10:43:32</strong>
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				Dr.Hilda was taken aback by the sudden blow up between the sergeant and the midget. tutting under her breath as the words were exchanged she thought for a second she would need to hide for cover as a gun was brought out into the argument. The three loud shots rang clear and a few more pork and beans cans rolled off their respective counters onto the linoleum. <br><br><strong>"No! no no nonono! Put zat away. Leave it for de bugs. Don't bozzer waisting your bullets man."</strong> Hilda yelled at the pimp. Angry eyes looked him up and down before she rolled her shoulders in uncharacteristic defiance. Perhaps she was partially in denial considering she hadn't left the house in almost 3 years. Walking down the only familiar part of town, the Shoppin's aisles, she started grabbing as many cans of bug spray she could find, using her lab coat as a means of carrying them.<br><br><strong>"Dis! dis is vat ve need for the little buggies."</strong> she said to herself as she whipped out her torn pages from her dusty notebooks back home. ~Yah...dis will help vis de buggies.~ she thought to herself as she narrowly avoided tripping up on some gardening utensils.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 08:27:25</strong>
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				Good to know that not only was everyone in his current care absolutely worthless, one of them was a trigger happy Oompa Loompa. Three bullets fired from the crazed midget’s gun, sending Sergeant Williams diving to the floor as per his training. Now it was stealth training in action.<br><br>The army man moved around the Grocer very slowly, slowly eyeing the items on the shelves. Eventually he made his way to cookware and found himself a brand new knife to use. Why hadn’t he brought one? Who knows, don’t ask questions! The GI Joe, as Mac had so aptly put it was about to teach someone a lesson in shooting at a trained military soldier.<br><br>With speed and precision, this GI tossed the blade handle over head toward the front of the building. The blade would stick firmly near the little man’s head but cause no harm, though it might ruin his pretty clothes if he moved too much. Then the guy marched back to where he intended before hand, the back of the store to check for open doors or other supplies.<br><br>Those three bullets, however, were met with not so bullet proof glass in the back of the store, piercing the young couple in their love makings. That’s what you get for trying to have sex in an otherwise sexless setting. The kid on kitty littler and dog food isle was still hunkered in his bunker, shivering like a leaf.<br><br><br><strong>AND THEN THERE WAS A LOUD CRASH ON THE ROOF OUTSIDE!</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 07:34:44</strong>
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				It was troubling to know that not only was everyone in this building completely useless, but that one of them was a psychotic, annoying, knife flinging, egotistical control freak who was pumped up on way too much testosterone. A large kitchen knife had whizzed past his head, burying itself deeply in the wall beyond, sending Mac ducking for cover and looking around with a wide eyed expression. That crazy lunatic Doctor! Why had she thrown that knife at him? At had to have been her, right? She was in his face ranting in raving with her thick accent about something, he wasn't sure exactly. He didn't see who else could've thrown the knife. GI Joe had disappeared somewhere doing god knows what to god knows whom. The dead looking crack head whore was sitting on the floor getting wasted, and that crazy googily eyed fucker .... where did he go? Maybe it was him?!<br><br><strong>"What the FUCK!? Aight you crazy mothafucka! Git yo jiggily eyed ass out here, goddammit! I'm gonna teach yo stupid ass a less..."</strong> He was interrupted by a loud crash on the roof that sounded like it was coming from the back of the store. He hurriedly waddled down a center aisle that led to the back of the store and split all the other aisles which ran perpendicular to this center aisle. He was swinging his gun wildly to his left and right as he passed each intersecting aisle, already becoming winded and gasping for air. Glancing back, he noticed that no one had accompanied him yet to investigate the loud crash. He bent over, placing his small hand with thick stumpy fingers on his knees, huffing for air. <strong>"God, I hate running"</strong> He mumbled to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 11:22:26</strong>
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				*He had watched the group in the store while he sat on his caged roof. Sniper rifle at the ready as he had been practicing shooting those little hell bent critters to hell. He'd managed to save some people, others well... hopefully they're in a better place. Looking through his scope he watched the unfoldings inside. His scope reflected light causing it to flash briefly, which attracted the insects.* Shit! *He already heard the symbolic thumps as the insect jumped into view. He pulled his shotgun from his hip and started another round of close carnage. He silently performed his deed and wondered if he could actually survive up on the second story roof or if he might have a better chance with that ragtag group...* Fucking buggers... *He reloaded his shotgun while looking to the store again*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 10:10:33</strong>
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				Gunshots rang out and yelling ensued as Crystal sat against the magazine rack.&nbsp; Her momentary bliss was disturbed and her sunken eyes darted left, right and above her.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly sure where the commotion was coming from but something did catch her gaze.&nbsp; <em>The cash register.</em>&nbsp; Stealthily, she crawled on the floor over to lane #5 where she sat below eye sight.&nbsp; Her bony armed reached for the buttons and started insanely pressing each one.&nbsp; <em>The fucking thing wouldn't open!</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"God dammit!"&nbsp; Crystal hissed and stood up to get a better look at the register.&nbsp; In an unrelated moment of insanity, she saw a red smock hanging by the register and took it, draping the apron over her hair and tying it behind her back.&nbsp; "SHOPPIN'S" was written across the front in bold white lettering and she looked at the shiny gold name tag that was pinned to it, "Mike".&nbsp; She cackled thinking that others would actually believe she was an employee named "Mike" going about her duties as a clerk trying to open the register.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Crystal's grade school education was not helping her to get the register open and she started beating on it, sending some of the keys flying onto the rolling belt.&nbsp; "Motherfucker!" She yelled at the register in a frantic rage.&nbsp; <br><br>In consolation she grabbed a few plastic bags near the register and started trudging down the aisles looking for something to steal.&nbsp; Starting near the cooler section she saw the rows of beer and grabbed a Pabst Blue Ribbon can.&nbsp; Crystal cracked it open and made a motion of "cheers" to some yogurts further down the aisle before she raised the can to her burnt lips and took a long, healthy swig.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 06:24:29</strong>
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				*He settled back behind his sniper rifle and started to watch the group again. A larger than average hairball had crashed onto the roof and he was intent on seeing what came out and how they dealt with it, as they seemed either oblivious, or too pre-occupied trying to take out one another. He swung his scope to concentrate on the roof. His eyes widened a bit* That's a big fucking bugger! *He popped off a round nearby it and was answered with a fairly accurate spray of lead his way. He ducked and waited for the rounds to stop peppering the area around him. He looked up and nearly fainted. His beautiful homade large caliber sniper was ruined.* Ain't that a bitch, well guess I need to go show that bugger who's the real hotshot around here! *He grabbed a backpack of ammo, some ducktape, some cord, and his three most trusty weapons.* I believe it's time I met my drama show actors. *He chuckled at the comparison and made his way downstairs*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 15:14:09</strong>
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				The noise outside the little stronghold shopping center was amplified as shots were exchanged between the General Flea and the human who had camped up high up in his tower. A giant pink hairball of doom, slowly inching its way closer and closer to the hard ground below; the ceiling was creaking in distress as the beams slowly began to bend and fold under the fur’s weight, girth and size.<br><br>Sergeant Williams was finally moving his way to the back of the store, to the loading bay and to the internal storage. What was this military man even looking for, right now? Ask him if you dare but the answer would be rather simple, an exit strategy for when shit hit the fan. Shit always hits the fan, everybody trained in basic combat and- hell everyone who is everyone knows when giant monsters are attacking you need to know how the hell to get outa dodge!<br><br>“I’m stuck with these useless homeless and the god damn midget,” Williams grumbled loudly to himself as he dug through pallets of possible supplies. The others would scan the isles for stuff but there were always pallets of what went out quickly in the back, and what went out quickly was the stuff everyone needed. Williams’ need only grew as the creaking from outside became louder and louder, they were getting in and soon this little piece of Shoppin’s Heaven would become a new hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 21:32:24</strong>
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				Crystal was making her way up and down the aisles of the Shoppin's with her beer in hand and wearing the red clerk's smock.&nbsp; She already had filled some of her plastic bags with .40 oz's of Old English, a roll of tin foil and a some cans of cat food.&nbsp; <em>Crystal didn't own a cat.</em>&nbsp; There was a pinch on her right arm.&nbsp; <strong>Ouch!</strong>&nbsp; Crystal grabbed at her sweatshirt, putting her fingers through one of the holes to rub the area.&nbsp; She saw what looked like a beetle scamper down the length of her sweatshirt and hop off onto the floor.&nbsp; Quickly, her feet encased in some old, dirty L.A. Gear high-top sneakers smushed the bug into the ground.&nbsp; There was a crunching sound underneath her foot and Crystal saw a gooey liquid squirt out.&nbsp; <em>Gross.</em><br><br>As she turned down the next aisle, Crystal saw a woman wearing goggles ran-sacking a bunch of cans and stuffing them into her white coat.&nbsp; "Hey! What are you doing?!"&nbsp; Crystal yelled out to the stranger as she straightened the "Mike" name tag on her Shoppin's uniform.&nbsp; "Bug spray?&nbsp; What the fuck are you getting all of those for?&nbsp; They're not worth anything!"&nbsp; Crystal educated the woman.&nbsp; As a seasoned petty thief, she knew what could be used or sold for drugs and bug spray definitely wasn't one of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:23:27</strong>
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				*Jack walked out of the front door of his apartment and looked around. Dead buggers littered the ground here and there. He grinned.* That's some good work. *He said this to himself matter of factly. He gaze across the street and could catch a glimpse of some people inside, one in particular looked almost terrifying as she crossed the store to a lady in a white labcoat.* Geez, what sort of people are these? *He head snapped up as something appeared on the roof.* Fuck! *He sidestepped as a bullet placed itself where his head would have been. He pulled up his glock and put it to burst fire and let loose controlled sprays at the large bugger up on the roof, while making a mad dash to the store* Fuck you and your little bugger friends! *He ran up to the front of the store before noticing he had left his rifle at the door of the apartment building. He put his hand on his face* I'm a goddamn moron... Well fuck. Always time for a round two! *He reloaded his glock and put it back in his hip holster. He pulled up his shotgun and loaded his "Special" ammo* Let the bastard get a taste of this! *He dashed across the street and halfway, turned and fired the shotgun at the roof. The bullets exploded with a spray of fragments above the roof* That should keep those fucker's heads down. *Nevertheless he kept on running to his rifle and back to the store front, tossing a homemade flashbang on the roof for good measure* I hope the buggers fry... *He knocked on the door as he entered the "Shoppin's" to see who would respond.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:11:10</strong>
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				Panicked Hilda looked up to the mangy woman screaming at her and visibly recoiled in confusion. Scratching her head she forgot she was holding the DDT and it rolled out onto the floor.<br><br>Stepping closer to the employee she scanned her through large glasses which exaggerated her eyes rather comically, a bug-eyed expression taking in the woman. "Well...Mike..." she paused as she looked from the name tag to the woman. Perhaps her parents had wanted a son...<br><br>"Ack! No! Zis iz for de fleas..jah. You see -she dropped the rest of the spray and whipped out her notes- De bug spray stuns dem. I haf been working on dis kind of invasion idea for a long long time you see. Look!" she offered the crumpled and torn pages to Mike as some fragments of plaster rained down on them. Looking up she could see the already weak roof was cracking a little from some kind of explosion.&nbsp; "Aaah...not much time. I need more bug spray jah? Mike? you understand me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 10:29:37</strong>
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				Crystal stood there looking confused as the foreigner spoke to her frantically.&nbsp; She was going off about bug spray and fleas while Crystal scratched her hair.&nbsp; Recognizing the insanity, Crystal whispered "Hey, what are you on?!" in the hopes she might share some good drugs with her.&nbsp; Instead, the goggled woman just handed her some crumpled papers with a bunch of crap written on them.&nbsp; Crystal scowled, rolled her eyes and put the notebook papers into the front pocket of her smock.&nbsp; <br><br>"Whatever lady!"&nbsp; She said angrily and turned to walk away from her in order to resume shop lifting.&nbsp; She turned down the aisle with heath care products and saw some deodorant.&nbsp; Crystal took the top off of a Dove container and rubbed the chalky substance under each of her hairy armpits before putting the container back on the shelf.&nbsp; Next, she opened a bottle of mouthwash from a high shelf and took a swig, then spit it back into the bottle.&nbsp; Crystal was feeling fresh!&nbsp; It was the cleanest she'd been in weeks!<br><br>As she rounded the corner to the next aisle, she saw a man armed with the a gun at the door of the Shoppin's.&nbsp; Instinctively, she stepped back in hiding so he wouldn't see her.&nbsp; "Fuck! I don't want someone taking my shit!"&nbsp; She clutched her purse containing her crack rocks and cash and set the bags of stolen goods on the floor waiting to see what would happen next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 14:46:09</strong>
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				*Jack shrugged making his way in. He could of sworn he'd seen someone cross through the isles* Hey! Anyone here? Come out if your not a bugger! And if you are, come out anyway, I need something to shoot! *He took a couple steps into the store. He saw various items on the floor and instinctively scanned for weapons cleaning materials. Seeing none close by he sighed and grabbed a payday from the counter, opening it up and taking a bite. He spun in place looking around. He looked up at the ceiling and arched an eyebrow.* Well that doesn't look good... That massive wad of hair must be bigger'n I thought. *He leaned on the counter eating his payday listening to the commotion in the back of the store. He wondered what could be going on and he started walking* Wonder if there will be some buggers to shoot at? *He wasn't looking and slipped on a can of shaving cream, landing on his back and discharging his shotgun back towards the store front, blowing the cash register apart, sending cash everywhere.* Ah shit, I wasted a bullet... *He sat up and looked back. Finding the irony at him just eating a payday he laughs heartily while saying* Seems today is payday! *He laughed even harder, tears coming to his eyes*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 16:40:45</strong>
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				Mac had sneaked, as best as a winded midget with a Colt .45 could sneak, towards the back of the store when he had heard the loud crash which seemed to emanate from the somewhere back there. He was stooped over, hands on his knees as he sucked in air. Finally able to breathe again he stood upright and moved through the double swinging doors with the sign that read "Employees Only." He spun around quickly, holding his gun out pointedly, looking like some secret service agent, only half the size and dressed in his preposterous red crushed velvet "uniform." He still wore the matching, wide brimmed hat with the zebra print band.<br><br>Slowly, carefully he moved through the stock room, checking his corners whenever he remembered. Reaching the door that led to the loading dock, he reached up and turned the knob with short, fat fingers. It was then that he heard gunshots ringing out back towards the front of the store. He promptly wobbled back to the double doors and through them. Hearing a second and third shot, he dropped to the floor and scurried into the store's main shopping area. Rounding the end of the aisle, he rolled out and lifted his gun towards Chrystal. <br><br><strong>"FREEZE! Drop it, flea bag!"</strong> He suddenly noticed the red 'Shoppin's' apron and lowered his gun somewhat. Glancing to her name tag he furrowed his brow quizzically. <strong>"You work here... Mike? Who the hell is fucking shootin? And what the hell are you doing with all this shit?"</strong> Spotting the bottles of alcohol in her bag, he stepped closer and reached up to grab a .40 of Old English from her bag. <strong>"Gimme that, you stupid bitch. All this shootin and giant fucking monsters and you wanna steal forties of Old English?"</strong> He twisted the bottle cap off and took a long, deep swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his fat little hand when he was finished. <strong>"Now, where did the rest of the crazy whack jobs disappear too? Hmm?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 14:36:27</strong>
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				Slowly the ceiling creaked and groaned as tiles crumbled and started to fall onto those inside, one such being the Doomsday specialist Carzyeyes- Earlwise who had been dreading this day for so long. Killed not by insect, bug or even a stray bullet or two but by a piece of otherwise harmless panel ceiling came falling down in a pile of rubble to not crush or maim poor Earlwise but what puncture his heart. A piece of the metal that holds such a ceiling high above all broke free and pierced cleanly the once beating flesh inside the crazy man’s chest. He died before he could scream out a last shriek of terror or even a proclamation about further ways the end would come.<br><br>As the ceiling slowly gave way, the pink fuzz of the “spaceship” up above became more and more clear to those closer to the front of the store where Earlwise’s corpse now lay buried; the fur a bight, almost distractingly bright pink from the otherwise red and white that plastered the Shoppin’s grocer. Soon things would grow much worse for those inside, though how much worse was really up to fate… and maybe the man who controlled their very world.<br><br>Still back behind the store, Williams dug further for what he was looking for and eventually found exactly what was needed. An entire pallet of canned spinach and dish soap! Spinach was good for the soul, heart, stomach and colon; dish soap was a good and common poison for fleas used with anyone who had dogs and preferred to not use poisons around pets. Laughing like a crazy loon, the man grabbed one of the back-to-school-sale backpacks that were floating in the backroom as leftovers from the month or two before and began piling his pack full of the stuff before zipping the bag up quickly and marching back to the others.<br><br><strong>“Listen up! </strong>We gotta move our asses out of here before the ceiling kills someone or makes a hole for these fucking bugs to get in. Grab what you think works,” His eyes shifted to look at those who were left or who joined, “And lets get ready for the Flea-pocalypse.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:03:12</strong>
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				*As everyone started flowing back to the front of the store, Jack stood back up and took a look around* Well I'll be a monkeys uncle... *He couldn't miss the midget in all his pimp glory who had rounded the corner and started talking to someone hiding in the shadows. All he could do was shake his head and chuckle to himself.* A little guy with big ambitions? Typical...&nbsp; *He muttered, but then as some close cut guy with what looked like a kid's backpack strolled into view and said "Listen up!...". He listened then raised his eyebrow* I got all I need that works right here. *He grabbed his crouch and his shotgun* Both are "cocked" and "loaded"! *He laughed at his own joke, then immediately went into inspection mode. He noticed a lack of practical weapons and made note of it.* So... your group got a plan to survive this? *He pointed to some of the pink fuzz that had now become apparently known.* Because it looks like we got one of those Teletubby balls falling on top of us. I seen a big mother up there with it too. So... I got explosives. What you got? *He pulled one of the pipe bombs from his pack and held it high as if it were excalibur*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 18:20:32</strong>
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				Brittany drove her daddy’s Tahoe SUV like a bat outta hell, but that wasn’t any different than normal.&nbsp; Flea guts splattered over the windshield from her most recent road kill.&nbsp; Her cell phone’s ringtone drew her attention away from the road, she picked up the phone and checked her latest text.&nbsp; Without paying any heed to the road Brittany began punching away at super human speed on the phone’s keypad.&nbsp; She felt the SUV hit something and checked the rear view mirror to see a person rolling lifelessly on the road.&nbsp; “Sorry!” she yelled to the human speed bump.&nbsp; Returning to her phone, she hit the send button and went back to driving.&nbsp; Looking back through the front glass and seeing only flea guts, she reached up and clicked the wipers on.&nbsp; The flea guts smeared across the windshield completely blocking her line of sight.&nbsp; Out of wiper fluid the flea guts stuck to the windshield like glue.<br><br>The SUV hit a curb, took out a fire hydrant, and went airborne.&nbsp; Screaming through the air in the SUV, Brittany heard her ringtone again and expertly snatched her phone and flipped it open.&nbsp; The airbags inflated when the SUV crashed into the ground pushing her cell phone into her nose causing blood to trickle from her left nostril.&nbsp; She managed to unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door.&nbsp; Anyone looking would have seen a cheerleader with a white blue and gold uniform with Warriors across the front roll out of the SUV.&nbsp; She stood up and brushed any dirt or debris from her and went back into the SUV to fetch her phone and pom-poms.&nbsp; She had no idea why she wanted the pom-poms it just seemed necessary to her.<br><br>After collecting her things, she turned around and saw the Shoppin’s.&nbsp; She was headed to the Mall, but she supposed the Shoppin’s would do for now.&nbsp; Putting her gymnastics training to full use she tumbled through the chaotic obstacle course that once was a street and arrived at the entrance to the Shoppin’s and burst in through the front doors.&nbsp; Feeling the need, she checked her phone once more and found a new message.&nbsp; After typing a short novel in reply to the message, she returned her attention to the people in the Shoppin’s.&nbsp; It seemed like they were coming up with some sort of plan.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 19:04:48</strong>
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				*He spun around and levelled his shotgun at the the form behind him. Then lowered it and nearly fell over in laughter at the uniformed cheerleader.* I would consider this a sexual fantasy come true, but as you know, we got us a bit of a bug problem. *He shrugged and turned back to the group, ignoring her completely after that. He figured she didn't know which end of a gun went boom anyway* 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 14:57:18</strong>
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				Crystal was crouched at the back of the aisle when the midget aimed his gun at her again and took one of her beers.&nbsp; Her heartbeat raced for a moment until he put the gun down.&nbsp; She watched his stubby fingers barely able to grip the .40oz bottle.&nbsp; She looked at him in disgust as she saw him gulping down the amber liquid that was <span class="bbc_u">hers</span>.&nbsp; She had found it.&nbsp; <em>Asshole</em>.<br><br>Just as Crystal was about to say something she heard a loud crash from inside the store and her arms flew above her head for protection.&nbsp; Debris from the ceiling made a dust cloud in the store and when the noise stopped she rose up and started looking around frantically.&nbsp; There was a huge hole in the roof.&nbsp; She remembered that in the event of an earthquake one should find something sturdy to hide under.&nbsp; Crystal gave the midget a last shitty look before trying to think of somewhere to hide.&nbsp; But all the aisles were open, there was nothing to dive under!<br><br><strong>"FUCK!</strong>&nbsp; I need a hit".<br><br>Crystal dug around in her purse and leaned back against a corner of the store stocked with cheeses and lunch meats.&nbsp; She found her pipe and a rock.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>*Click*&nbsp; *Flame*&nbsp; *Burn*&nbsp; *Suck*&nbsp; *Inhale*&nbsp; </strong><br><br>From somewhere, she heard voices; gruff manly voices talking about pink fuzz, flea-pocalypse, locked &amp; loaded.&nbsp; But Crystal just closed her eyes for a moment that were barely able to focus on the cheddar, swiss, and American cheese packages next to her.<br><br><br><strong>*Click*&nbsp; *Flame*&nbsp; *Burn*&nbsp; *Suck*&nbsp; *Inhale*&nbsp; </strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 04:07:53</strong>
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				Explosives!? Was this hick going to blow up the entire town just to exterminate all the bugers? Actually that would not be a completely horrible idea if Randomville- Randomburg… who cares, and its suburbs, were the only target of these giant flea monsters. The only problem is someone, or thing, took out all the radio and TV towers in the area; everything was static. How’d Sergeant T William’s know that? Stop asking questions, I told you that several times already! Static and snow was all the televisions and radios were getting right now, not even an emergency broadcast signal came on. Those inside the Shoppin’s were lucky the place even had power!<br><br><strong>SHOOOooommmm</strong><br><br>So much for power! The place grew dark inside, the only light coming from three places: the front window which obviously showed many a flea organizing on how to claim those inside, the window to the back office which Mac almost opened a moment ago and a small beam of light coming from the store room where Sergeant Williams was last. The crazy hobo, whatever-his-name-was, lying under the pile of rubble as those dark eyes of the military man scanned around at the folks who where left alive.<br><br>Unfortunately as Williams looked to Hilda, and dust from the ceiling fell upon her as the hair ball inched closer into the grocery store allowing the ceiling to bend even further and drop more pieces of itself to the ground, a small sized flea leapt from the DDT wall and planted itself firmly on the side of her face with a loud and disgusting CRUNCH! One of the hitchhikers that had found itself on Crystal survived to bite another day, or another hour… no more like two and a half minutes.<br><br>Eyes shooting open as he saw this; his movements were instinctive as he reached behind himself and took the first thing he could find, another broom of all things it was like brooms where attracted to being used as weapons by this not-so-balanced G.I. Joe, and took only two steps to begin pummeling the poor German doctor in her face. “GOD DAMN BUGS,” He shouted at the top of his lungs as he brought two swift swings across both sides of the woman’s face and the flea’s body which resulted in death of both.<br><br>Looking quickly to the fool with his pipe bomb as a mix of flea and human blood dripped down the side of his neck and front of his shirt, William’s grinned and finally responded to the question he was asked. “I got a broom, dish soap, canned spinach, my pistol and,” He reached forward and behind Jack to pull the knife from before out of the wall, “And a knife.” With a creepy and very wicked like grin; the knife was slid into his boot, the backpack was adjusted on his back and the broom handle was broken to be carried away like a caveman’s club. "Now do you want to compare dicks or get moving?" Williams said as he turned around and took a few steps to the rear of the store once again before spinning on his heel and looking back to the from, “Oh and welcome aboard survival of the Flea-pocalypse, little miss.” The Sergeant nodded his head to the pretty girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 06:02:12</strong>
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				*Jack grinned* I think we might just get along... *He hefted his own backpack, which chinged and chimed with all the brass he carried. He put the pipe bomb and put it in his shirt pocket and patted it.* Don't worry my little one, you'll get to show the world what your made of later. A pound of C-4 will surely make you give one hell of a bang. *He followed the sergeant his eyes scanning the roof to see if anymore buggers were to fall on top of them. He gave the cheerleader an apraising look as he passed by. At least he could enjoy the view while everything went to shit. Oh well, he didn't have time for women when he had guns to shoot and explosives to make explosions. Ah, the life of a black marketeering weapon store owner was beautiful.* So... what's the plan my man? *He brushed some dirt off his shoulder*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 15:49:14</strong>
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				<br>When the power went out Brittany’s cell phone light cast an eerie blue glow across her face.&nbsp; She hit the send button and looked up just in time to se an army man beat a nerd upside the head with a broom repeatedly.&nbsp; “Holy shit is she dead?” she tried to speak, but the shock of the brutality had her paralyzed.&nbsp; For the first time in her life she was speechless.&nbsp; The phone’s ring tone sounded again and snapped her out of the state she was in. “What-ev, like, nobody likes nerds anyways”&nbsp; &nbsp;She said, shrugging her shoulders before she returned to punching away furiously at the keypad.&nbsp; <br><br>The Army man had said something to her, but she completely ignored him. “Yeah-yeah” she said rolling her eyes without even looking up from her phone.&nbsp; Following after the army man, a creepy scuzzy guy with a big gun checked her out.&nbsp; ‘Probably overcompensating for something’ she thought to herself.<br><br>Following behind the two men she asked, “Like, can we go to the mall or something?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 18:50:13</strong>
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				“The plan is to keep our asses moving to somewhere less covered with flea fuckers filled with a shit load of can spinach, maybe kill some of the bastards along the way.” That was Sergeant Williams’ play for now at least. Get somewhere safe they could bunker down and ride out the storm. A safe place that- “The mall!?” Williams’ thoughts were broken as he spun around and looked to those behind him, a moment away from chewing out that blond idiot who was so firmly locked into her phone but something made him stop as he looked at the gun-toting hick and then back to the cheerleader. “Ain’t we missing someone?”<br><br>The homeless woman, where the fuck was she now? Off doing something stupid near the processed meats, no doubt, and with a few loud boot steps the woman was found with her paraphernalia… and actual drugs. (However she was found near the cheese and not the meat so at least that was something to look forward on.) Well screw her; they had a flea-riddled-life to handle. Though it might be something the crack whore was used to… giant fleas trying to eat you and all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 19:05:15</strong>
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				Crystal's eyes widened in panic as she saw the<em> police officer</em> approaching her.&nbsp; She quickly shoved the pipe into her purse and popped up from the sitting position straightening the red smock.&nbsp; As she stood up the notes that lady with the goggles had given her fell onto the floor.&nbsp; Crystal stared directly at the <em>police officer</em> and said rapidly: "I wasn't doing anything! I work here! See?!"&nbsp; Pointing to her name tag "Mike".&nbsp; <br><br>As she was trying to plead with the <em>officer</em> her elbow caught&nbsp; the section of Kraft Singles and they tumbled down behind her.&nbsp; Crystal turned around to start "re-stocking" them like she really worked there.&nbsp; Her eye sight was blurred from being high and she started stacking them on top of the swiss cheese in a rather unorganized fashion.&nbsp; She noticed the papers laying on the floor and picked them up.&nbsp; There were numbers and formulas and words written on the papers that Crystal didn't understand, almost in a different language.&nbsp; Her attention span was short and now was taken by the notes as she stared at them.<br><br>"Do you know what this means?"&nbsp; Crystal asked the <em>policeman</em> pointing to the letters.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 21:49:30</strong>
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				Brittany shrugged her shoulders at the army man's question and kept walking with her attention fully on her cell phone.&nbsp; Wandering aimlessly down the aisles while the army man and redneck flirt with the crackhead, the cheerleader happens upon the pet care section, "Oh! Live Strong bracelets, in white! Like, these will go perfect with my uniform." She squealed in delight as she picks a flea collar off the rack and straps it around her wrist.&nbsp; Just as she finishes clasping the collar around her wrist, her phone lights up once again.&nbsp; Brittany checks her message and types expertly on the keypad again oblivious to the giant flea that had been following her the entire time.&nbsp; Just as the flea jumps at her, she rounded the endcap of the aisle.&nbsp; The flea went crashing into the meat counter and began to munch on a package of ground chuck.&nbsp; Still typing on her phone she walks directly into the back of the army man while he was still flirting with the crackhead.&nbsp; "You asshole! I almost dropped my phone!" she scolded the jarhead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 22:05:12</strong>
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				*Jack leaned on an isle full of canned good and looked around as the three grumbled and argued.* So much for that idea... *He grumbled. He had planned to mow a path through the lawn of fleas, then he remembered the really big bugger.* Hey, you know there's an even bigger bastard up on the roof right? I think it's about time we moved on. Specially with the little buggers getting in! *He shot a flea as it rounded an isle. It splattered and bloody bits went all over the place. If they were going to move, they needed to do it before the shit hit the f... well before more shit hit the fan.* Oh, look, boiled peanuts in a can! *He reached and pulled the can of the shelf, popped it open, and proceeded to munch on the peanuts. Salty and delicious.* Well, least things ain''t so bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 10:36:45</strong>
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				Snatching the paper out of the crack-head’s hand, Williams eyeballed it slowly for a second before the sound of crashing and gunshots sent him into a military panic. Some of them got in, from the roof no doubt. “Fuck, gotta go!” Williams reached out and grabbed Crystal by the wrist and jerked quickly. “Come on ‘Mike’ we got giant fleas to exterminate. Hope you got more than crack in that bag of yours.” Fleas started pouring in from the front room, apparently they learned the door wasn’t locked so one of them opened it for the rest of them and it soon became a single file line to go inside and get those who had not yet been taken care of.<br><br>On top of the roof: as it shifted and the pink hairball shoved itself deeper into the Shoppin’s, breaking beams and finally crashing near the front of the store as it did, there was a large an intelligent flea. His words echoed into the building in an odd English that was somehow understandable but still it screeched like that of an old record. <em>“Come out food source. None of your species may be allowed life, this has been deemed by our queen.”</em><br><br>Williams turned to the hick, Jack, “Guess you were right about the big one. Why not take his ass out rather than bitch about it.” It was then that a bump came to the military man’s back and a the rude little girl said something. Promptly, Williams snatched the phone from her and crushed it in his hand before tossing it back; “Now run,” He said to all three as he began moving his own ass to the back of the store, “Before you become tonight’s dinner.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 13:02:23</strong>
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				*He dug into his pocket and pulled out the homemade pipe bomb and grinned as a bit of boiled peanut stuck to his tooth. He pulled up a lighter as they began to move and shortened the fuse on the explosive to where it would burn for mere seconds. He then held the lighter next to it and lit it with a satisfying snap of the flint.* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! EAT THIS FIN BUGGERS! *He stopped, turned and tossed the explosive beside the big pink hairball hoping to catch the big one on the blast, then quite abruptly, turned and sprinted as fast as he could almost outrunning the sarge in the process.* Might wanna pick up the pace! *He huffed out as he scooted by, intent on clearing the ridiculous blast radious.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 12:06:23</strong>
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				Crystal felt a strong tug on her arm as the <em>police officer</em> grabbed her and started running.&nbsp; She was practically tripping over her L.A. Gear sneakers as he pulled her frail arm.&nbsp; For the first time, Crystal saw the giant bug in the ceiling after hearing a strange voice about a <em>food source</em> and a <em>queen</em>.&nbsp; She heard the shouting of another man just before a huge explosion went off in the store.&nbsp; Her lungs burned as she tried to keep up running away from the detonation of some type of bomb that sent strange hair pieces and goo coupled with destroyed boxes of cereals flying around her.&nbsp; It was a haze of Frosted Flakes and Captain Crunch falling on her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Jesus fucking christ! What the fuck is going on?"&nbsp; Crystal yelled and coughed as she trailed behind the <em>officer</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 15:21:59</strong>
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				“You muther focker” The cheerleader called the Army Man as he snatched her phone, crushed it with one hand, and handed it back to her in pink glittery pieces.<br><br>“Now Run!” the Army Man commanded as he bolted to the back of the store.&nbsp; “Yeah you better run ASSHOLE!’ she screamed as she chased him.&nbsp; She was still completely oblivious to the fleas that were beginning to swarm into the Shoppins.<br><br>As she ran by the redneck she saw him light an oversized candle that sparkled as it burned.&nbsp; A second later the redneck passed her like a bat outta hell telling her to hurry the fuck up.&nbsp; And a few more seconds later a loud boom came from behind her as cereal shrapnel pelted her in the back and whizzed by her head.&nbsp; The explosion erased all thoughts of her broken cell phone and she kicked it into high gear and hauled ass after the Army Man, Crackhead, and Redneck.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 16:01:34</strong>
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				Growls, hisses and jumps all halted as an explosion rang through the Shoppin’s grocer in a hail of cereal and other somehow not harmful items. It was like the bomb exploded in just the right direction that only fleas were harmed, the General Flea that was standing on top of the shop being blasted off the building and bouncing on the asphalted parking lot in the front of the building. Good thing for him he was made of stronger stuff than the hounds. Speaking of hounds, about twenty of them now sprayed the general area of what was a chunk of the Mom &amp; Pop Grocery Shop. It was a bloody mess, in all to many meanings of the word “bloody”.<br><br><br>Moving into the back and pulling down the metal slide door that separated the main building from the closed off&nbsp; general storage in back, Sergeant Williams took a deep and long breath before he looked around at who made it. Fuck who made it in here alive, now it was all about staying alive. Now Sergeant Williams paced in front of that metal door with arms behind his back and relayed what was going on. “What we got is a full on fucking invasion and for all we know, we’re the last humans alive left on the whole planet.” His steps were timed perfectly to break up the words he said while not over power them. “Its our duty as the last humans on this planet to stay alive and we can’t do that high or fucking about with cell phones.”<br><br><strong>BLAM! BANG!</strong><br><br>Fleas from outside threw themselves against the metal division that Williams stood in front of. They were intent on getting inside, the voice of the General Flea could be heard shouting commands but nothing in English or any other human language. That beam of light that had broken the darkness was flickering from the side of the garage-type-door it came from as fleas passed in front, hoping back and forth like sentries.<br><br>“Anyone got any ideas how to do what we need to do?” Eyes shifted to the black-market gun specialist, “Other than blow more shit up?” Williams had to admit, though, that was one hell of an explosion and a damn good strategy considering they were all alive and made it to the back room as planed. Congratulations would be given later, if he remembered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 18:25:52</strong>
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				*Jack shrugged* I got more explosives and bullets? *He grinned broadly and held up another pipe bomb* Dunno what good it'll do now though. *He aimed his rifle at the hole where the light was coming through and popped a round off everytime a flea came into view.* This is fun for now. *He popped a few more, now oblivious to the others. He was taking the fleas out one at a time. His pack was half open and the string and ductape fell out with some grenades. He didn't notice, still concentrated on his task at hand.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 19:39:56</strong>
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				“Anyone got any ideas on how to do what we need to do?” the Army man asked. <br><br>“Ooh! Like, I have an idea,” She piped up enthusiastically.&nbsp; When she had Captain Commando’s attention she let him have a piece of her mind, “Like, we can go to the mall and you can get me a new phone.&nbsp; We’re not the only people left alive, duh!&nbsp; Like, who have I been texting this whole time?&nbsp; Thanks a lot for breaking our only way of communication to the outside world, Genius!” she rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot in a bitchy manner.<br><br>As the redneck was shooting, something tapped her foot.&nbsp; She looked down and found a grenade resting next to her Reeboks.&nbsp; She bent over and snatched the grenade up, inspected it, and hooked it into her uniform’s waistband.&nbsp; "It's not my color, but it'll do."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 09:11:50</strong>
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				There wasn’t much to do now except wait for awhile. See if things would cool down or if anyone had better ideas. Hell, the crack-head might come up with something that wasn’t explosions or bitching about a phone. Though that annoying little prep did have a point, destroying the only way to talk with the outside world; or was she right?<br><br>Squinting his eyes, Williams eyeballed the girl as shots rang out within the concrete space causing echoes to bounce around, making the fleas outside more antsy than by even having the bullets hit the smaller of their species. “You working with the bugs? All the other shit is down but your cell was working? And would you stop with your fucking noise!?” Grunting, Williams decided to address himself. "Sgt. T. Williams at your help in military service."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 13:32:36</strong>
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				*Jack stopped shooting and looked up. Then he looked down and saw his pack wide open and his contents on display.* Aw christ. *He rummaged around a bit and then glared at the cheerleader as she stood with her new ornament.* Listen girly, that thing there ain't no miniature pom pom or a fashionable replacement phone. Try to answer that thing and all you'll have is a dead call. On your end. So how bout you back flip onto ol' Jack's knee and he'll take that big bad boom ball away. *His eyes burned with contained rage at how his precious explosives where so "Accesorized". His rifle now stopped the incessant droning of the fleas was noticed to be gone. He had all attention on the cheerleader and his pineapple grenade though.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:21:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever" Brittany rolled her eyes and sighed in disgust at the hick with the big gun.&nbsp; She grabbed her fashion battle accessory and tossed it to him nonchalantly.&nbsp; Turning her attention back to the Army Man she asked, "So what's the big plan Sergeant T Williams, Sir!?" she mocked a salute and snapped to attention.&nbsp; "Are we just gonna sit here and like be a buffet for those things, or like can we find somewhere to go?&nbsp; And hurry up already, I need to be at the skate rink for a date at nine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thirteenhearts</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 21:38:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crystal was still confused by all the commotion and running.&nbsp; She touched the sore on her lip looking around at the people arguing in front of her.&nbsp; The young girl caught her attention.&nbsp; "You know honey, you could make some good money on the streets."&nbsp; She smiled and nodded as she looked her up and down.&nbsp; "I could show you the ropes, I'm pretty well-known around here."&nbsp; Crystal informed her.&nbsp; <br><br>She took the .40 oz of Old English out of the plastic bag and turned the cap until the seal broke so she could take a large swig of the malt liquor.&nbsp; Her toothless mouth wrapped around the bottle in an expert-like fashion as she gulped the booze.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked over at the red-neck armed with various weapons.&nbsp; "Hey, haven't I seen <span class="bbc_u">you</span> before?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 01:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*He frowned and looked at "Mike"* Seen me? Maybe as a supplier for your addiction. Black market ties are good for that. *He shrugged at the cheerleaders reply, he could always make more explosives. Speaking of explosives...* Anyone seen my coil of detonation cord? It's very explosive. *He sat back and disassembled his rifle, pulling out oil and a rag and rubbing it down. He made sure to pay attention to the mechanical part of the trigger. He again zoned out oblivious.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 17:28:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>BANG!</strong><br><br>Still the monsters outside tried to breach the metal door.<br><br><strong>BANG!</strong><br><br>The one outside gets hit next with a loud clang just as bad as the inner door.<br><br><strong>BANG!<br><br>BANG!<br><br>BANG!</strong><br><br>And endless stream of loud bangs and people shouting, asking question and doing whatever else. Williams marched around, stroking his head and chin; head to chin and then back again. He grumbled as his mind through of what to do, they were all waiting for him to make a choice on what to do and he didn’t know what to do.<br><br>“Food source,” That voice from before came through the hole- Wait a moment, detonation cord?<br><br>Williams marched quickly up to the groups new explosive expert and picked up the man’s pack, “You’ve got det cord in this thing and you only bring that up now!? You live in America, son, don’t hold out when explosives are involved.” With the pack still in his hand, he turned to the other two. “Look for something that looks like long yellow rope but DON’T get it near anything flammable or a flame.” His eyes squinted on Crystal, “That means anything that can catch fire… like your drugs or fire.”<br><br><strong>BANG!</strong><br><br>"Move it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 01:37:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*His pack moving caught his attention and he eyed the sergeant.* Yeah I got det cord. Is this so unusual? Bah, probably rolled around and ended up with the cheerleader. She probably thought it was a jump-rope... *He grinned at his own joke as he reassembled the rifle. He loaded the magazine and sat it aside. He stood up and began looking under the pallets of goods.* Would be good to have though. Comes in handy when your breaking down a door... or rather blowing it away, or blowing anything away really. Almost as funny as feeding insta rice to birds. *He walked up to the hole in the wall and waved his hand in front of it quickly. The banging stopped as a flea leg reached through. He snapped it off with hie shotgun barrel and laughed at the high pitched whine.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 17:39:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This sucks!" The cheerleader exclaimed as she searched for the yellow jump rope.&nbsp; "He probably dropped it back there when he was blowing stuff up" she said as she pointed back to the shoppins main floor.&nbsp; Tired of looking for whatever it was she was looking for, by now her short attention span had already erased her train of thought, the cheerleader went over to the crackhead.&nbsp; "Got a cigarette?" she asked.&nbsp; After wandering around aimlessly, Brittany found the yellow cord near the doors that went back into the shopping area of the Shoppins.&nbsp; Thinking it was a hula hoop, she stepped into it and began to hula.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking from the cheerleader to the weapons enthusiast, Williams squints his eyes and gestures for captain explosive to handle things. Stupid little girl, playing with explosives like it was a toy.<br><br><br>BANG!<br><br>"Hurry the fuck up with that, would you? Take it from her, put it on the east wall and pull everyone somewhere that the debris wont knock anyone the fuck out! MOVE IT! THAT'S AN ORDER!"<br><br>Outside the fleas were growing more and more restless. The one having had its arm/leg broken squealed in pain which altered even more to the possibility that these of the food source could be dangerous. Explosions were one thing, physically breaking off a single limb and then getting some odd glee from it was another. The glee was noticed by a spare eye which was peeking in just as claw came out. Humans were an endangered species already and the day had hardly began!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:46:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Jack shrugged and snatched the loop of cord from the girl in mid hula. He ran over to the wall and began taping it to the wall. He hummed as he did so. Connecting to wires to the end of the cord he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small electric generator that would act as the detonator. Holding this he ran to the opposite wall, grabbing his pack, and crouched.* Hold on to your pants, this is gonna be a good one! *He pushed the button.* FUCK! *The resulting explosion through dust and debris everywhere, creating a choking environment of blinding proportions. He sat there waiting for the room to clear enough to see.* 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 20:20:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The settling dust from the wall plaster made Brittany look like a ghost.&nbsp; Coughing a puff of white powder the cheerleader scolded the gung-ho hick, “You jerk, do you know how much work it takes to keep hair this soft and shiny? Of course you don’t, just look at you.&nbsp; UGH!” she smacked his arm futilely sending another cloud of dust airborne.&nbsp; “Where did Colonel Klink go?” she asked as she searched through the thick dust for the Army Man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 07:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*He blinked, then looked around for his rifle as the cheerleader slapped his arm.* No time for that guy! MY RIFLE IS DIRTY! *He looked stricken with grief at the fine coat of dust that had now settled onto his weapon. He looked at the hole in the wall as a 5 legged flea moved into view.* Aw, crud... *The flea leaped through the air, but ended up spinning around and smacking Jack right in the face with it's hard outer shell. He grabbed it and threw it wildly. It seemed it was headed for the cheerleader...*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 22:27:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Coughing and waving his hand in front of his face, Williams was a little bit taken back by how well Jack rigged up the cord. Everything was a large destroyed mess of horrible messes and it made the whole that was intended, which Sergeant T. Williams could see from the other side of the pallet he ducked behind to avoid getting sprayed with debris.<br><br>What happened next was horrible, the fleas knew what was coming and it started with the flea someone happened to piss off. “FUCK,” Williams shouted as the flea bound across the room and smacked Jack in the face. Pulling his gun the man aimed as the beast went sailing through the air, aiming quickly and firing to cause a rupture in the animal. The cheerleader sprayed with goop made of both flea and human innards. With a smirk and light chuckle, Williams grabbed his pack and winked at her. “At least you’re alive miss cell phone.”<br><br>Running for the new exit as the fleas around moved their way to it, “Hope one of you knows how to hotwire a car and the rest of you are good with your fists cause they are coming in fast! SO LET’S MOVE IT! Maybe one of the cars out in the back lot will have a phone.”<br><br>Outside the fleas made their way around, though now they acted slowly so that they could circle around and corner the group. Offering a false hope, taking their time due to fear… couldn’t tell unless someone went up and asked. Totally up to them if anyone wished to do that. Go ahead, go up to one of these monsters and ask them why the sudden decrease in aggression. Sure thy wont mind giving a slow and logical instead of eat you alive. Go on, go try.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 23:25:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Upon recovering from the smack in the face, Jack grabbed his rifle and his pack, which was now closed. He pulled his shotgun free and ran out the hole, firing his shotgun into the fleas crowding around the left corner. He forgot he had loaded the flak rounds. It exploded in the group of fleas, which fortunately, absorbed all the flak. Didn't mean there were any less though. Hopefully it would make the flea horde move even more slowly.* Maybe we will have some extr... *He stopped as he felt something wet stick to the back of his neck. He immediately felt drowsy, but it was an acceptable drowsiness which he just shrugged off.*<br><br>*He heard a hiss and looked back as he ran, the huge bugger held something in his hand and all he could hear was something about a stronger dose. He couldn't worry about shooting it now, only about getting to cover before it actually knocked him out. He followed to wherever the Sarge was headed. He rubbed his face and mumbled.* Damn buggers...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 19:26:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Covered with flea gore, the cheerleader squealed with disgust.&nbsp; "EEEEwww! Dammit, my hair is completely ruined now."&nbsp; The two men began shooting up a storm and Brittany heard something about a cell phone.&nbsp; "Huh? Wha... ?" she bolted behind the Colonel in hopes that she could at least get her hands on a cell phone and make an appointment with her stylist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:54:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The flack round did its job, sending more and more fleas back where they came from. Inching away slowly as the General aimed with his weapon and fired his rounds, hitting Jack with one of the few that were shot. Reloading took the beasts some time, Williams took that moment of pause to grab the irritating cheerleader by the upper part of her arm and fling her against the side of a very large van as he, himself, found cover from the oncoming attack.<br><br>“Hurry up,” Sergeant Williams shouted back to Jack as he waved the guy over, “We need your gun so stay alive.” Slowly the fleas grew closer but after that large flack round they were a little bit cautious. Williams banged on the side of the van, “We need wheels. Which one of you can hot-wire a car?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 13:21:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				*Jack smiled* <span class="bbc_u">Shit, I can hotwire any thing with electricity and wheels as long as it's got juice in the system.</span> *He pulled the handle on the door and it opened.* <span class="bbc_u">Well I'll be...</span> *In the back was dead dog, obviously heat had killed it. Jack shrugged an tossed it out, replacing it with his bag and leaned below the dash. He ripped the fuse panel off the bottom and picked through some wires before picking out two, cutting them and stripping them with his teeth. He stuck the two copper ends together and the vehicle tried to start once, twice...*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:27:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"OMG! That is so nasty!" the cheerleader gagged when the Redneck grabbed the deceased dog and flung it out of the van.&nbsp; Oddly enough, the color scheme of the vehicle resembled that of Scooby Doo's Mystery Machine - blue with a green stripe down the middle.&nbsp; "Like, couldn't you pick anything more stylish like a Tahoe or an Escalade?&nbsp; Nooo, instead, you want us to ride around in tha freakin' Scooby-mobile."&nbsp; When she opened the side door to get in, the odor was extremely offensive.&nbsp; "Gross! It smells like the boy's locker-room and weed in there." her statement hinted that she was no stranger in the boy's locker-room or of marijuana.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 06:01:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Don't examine it,” Sargent T Williams barked at Jack as the guy acted all shocked the door was unlocked. After all the van apparently looked like something straight out of Scooby Doo, good for size and strength, who would lock it and who would take it? Nobody made vans like this anymore and this thing was the closest to an armored car the three were gonna get next to stealing a Gray Hound Bus. “Shut up and quit bitching,” Williams then yelled at Brittany Bubblegum, the cheerleader who happened upon the group just a little while ago. The dead dog was ignorable, the least of things Williams had ever seen. “If you wanna end up as dead as Fido, keep fucking complaining.” Though it was curious the girl knew what a mens locker-room smelled like. Probably because the girl was a slut.<br><br>As the three piled into the van and Williams shouted at Jack to hurry his ass up and start the damn van, fleas started to pull further away than they had before. Before very long, the world around the three inside their brightly colored van was very quiet; the calm before the storm; the shit-storm that was. Soon the ground shook, and then it shook again except this time the van bounced slightly off the ground. “The fuck you doing?” Williams was blaming Jack for the shaking.<br><br>With a crash a giant furry and inset leg landed hard outside of the cheerleader's window. The fur standing high and the leg as thick as a giant oak tree, if not larger, and soon two more were followed and then the ground shaking stopped. Outside of the van was now a very large flea the size of a three story building standing slightly over and to the side. The beast let out a roar that didn't even fit anything any insect on earth could ever do, this was like a large lion or something else big with giant teeth that was a hunter and didn't fuck around. Maybe like an Elephant, a trumpet to sound the rest of his buddies he had the pray right where he wanted them.<br><br>Jack needed to get things moving and, though doubtful, Britney should try and keep her calm. Williams, however, was gripping both his weapons very closely; waiting for what he knew was going to happen next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 06:18:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span class="bbc_u">Oh sorry I had too many beans for lunch... You fool, you think I can bounce a van?</span>*And it sputtered to life. Sputtered being an over-statement. He shut his door and threw the van into gear. He pushed the pedal to the metal and... the van lurched and started rolling. A huge leg landed in front of the van and he swerved avoiding it.* <span class="bbc_u">Shit, the hell was that? Sarge! Tell your mother to shave next time!</span> *He chuckled as the van painstakingly gained speed. They wouldn't make it far, he thought. Maybe some big UFO would suck them up into space.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 16:15:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Brittany bounced around in the back of the smelly Mystery Machine she collided with the loose items and dog feces floating around in the van.&nbsp; &nbsp;When a tire iron suddenly went airborne she instinctively threw her hands up to protect her face.&nbsp; The monster flea outside released a roar that rattled the windows and scared the shit out of Brittany.&nbsp; With teary eyes she desperately clutched the tire iron, it was the only weapon she could claim.&nbsp; The grim and surreal situation came slamming into focus for her, she now realized that she may not live to see the prom and the tears began to stream down her face.&nbsp; As that horrifing reality solidified in her mind, she began to develop a hatred towards the fleas and felt a need to exact some revenge and a whole lotta hurt on the insect bastards.<br><br>"Fuck the mall, I want a shotgun.&nbsp; Take me to the Pawn shop!" the cheerleader sternly said to the Colonel and Redneck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 20:46:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The beast roared again as the van slowly moved its way forward and twisted to the side. Legs of the creature slowly giving chase&nbsp; and pounding the ground as the vehicle the three (or so) were in moved forward more and more. "Move your ass Jack, this isn't even a stick shift." Williams wasn't used to being the guy in the gunner seat or used to being followed by a giant insect from outer-space.<br><br>Brittany seemed to finally have her head out of the clouds. "Glad you could join us," Williams shouted back to the bubble head for a quick moment before placing his hands on the dashboard. Now it began to rain hell fire, the beast above them was drooling something that worked like an acid as it slowly began eating through the metal. "This was supposed to be like an armored car, drive it faster."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:30:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Jack swerves hard to the left, trying to get out of the acid.* <span class="bbc_u">Armored my ass! This things probably running on a two cylinder engine! Piece of...</span> *The van suddenly lurches to one side, the tires having been eaten through by the acid on the left side. The whole van tipped and rolled, throwing Jack into the back. Random stuff flies around and pelts everyone, notwithstanding a bong shatters over Jacks head, which is the last thing he remembers.*
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 18:07:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brittany now knew how a bingo ball felt in a tumbler.&nbsp; The van went airborne into a barrel-roll, the loose objects colliding with the cheerleader creating minor cuts and bruises.&nbsp; When the van finally stopped moving, she couldn't tell which way was up, disoriented she battled for consciousness and lost.&nbsp; Against her will, her body surrendered to sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 10:05:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The van flipped, debris and screams bounced about the van, heads became wounded and all grew dark. Williams, Brittany and Jack were lights out and lucky to have survived without a broken bone or two; scratches along their bodies and bruises for sure but a miracle none of them needed a cast. However once the three woke up, they'd not think any of this was a miracle at all.<br><br>About a day in time had passed and the three now found themselves in oddly looking cells, caged as prisoners and specimens to be experimented on and trialed. Prisoners inside giant furry walls made of the pink fuzz each ship that had crashed to earth was made of. Their three cells combined about the size of these ships, so this had to be something much larger and hold many more flea monsters from outer space. As William shook himself free of his stupor he realized the other two were across from him in identical cages. "The fuck is going on," Sergeant T. Williams asked himself as quietly as his military voice could really go. "The hell you do to our van, Black-Arms? Can't trust civvies to drive."<br><br>Do not worry about being trapped, your cell is made of something called "fuzz" which, to humans, is not only harmless but somehow easily destructible. Like destroying a fluffed animal just to hit a wall with your fist. Inside the Flea Mother Ship, humans are like gods and Fleas, with the exclusion of their weapons, are the weaklings. Something within human physiology that makes them so resistant to the "fuzz." Don't forget, try to save as many humans as possible; by no means could the three of you/us repopulate the earth (and it is certain the cheerleader wouldn't have any of that anyway).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 10:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Jack shook his head at the sound of the sarge's voice.* <span class="bbc_u">The hell? I didn't do anything! Damn flea bastards got some hits and blew out the wheels. Fucking van...</span> *Jack reached up and scratched his chin. Immediately surprised, he looked down at his now free arm.* <span class="bbc_u">Jesus, what is this nasty fuzz goop shit?</span> *He shook his arm free of it and ripped his way out of the fleshy pod. He shook his arms off and grunted in disgust of being covered in bits of pink fuzz and what seemed some type of flea drool.* <span class="bbc_u">Aw, this is just fucking great...</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 16:12:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The pink fluffy cell was great!&nbsp; Brittany wished she could remodel her room with the stuff.&nbsp; It was soft, fluffy and best of all, it was pink!&nbsp; But that was before her hair was ruined, her nails broken, and her beautiful youthful skin unscathed.&nbsp; Who knows how long she was out for, it could have been days or weeks even.&nbsp; And what if those flea bastards did some kind of gross experiments on her?&nbsp; She checked, and she didn't feel like she had been probed.&nbsp; "Does anyone know where we are?" she asked when she saw Seargent Williams in a cell across from hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 11:45:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sergent Williams pulled himself free of the shackle he had apparently be in in. His arm covered in an odd pink and fuzzy snot like substance which he totally ignored as he slowly walked himself to the cage. "We're in cages, stupid." Williams was not in the mood to talk right now, his head was a little tingly from something and his eyes a bit blurry and that made him mad. So mad that he reached out and gripped onto his cell bars to shout at the Flea which marched passed the group now. The flea was garbling something about "eating instead of experimenting" but was taken back as Sergent Williams fell through his cell wall like it was made of pudding.<br><br>The flea was startled, obviously, and Williams was still a little dazed but he tried to put up a good fight as the beast attempted to wrestle his captive back to the ground. "Damn bugger!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:35:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Watching as the Sarge fell through the bars, he was momentarily dumbfounded, but recovered quickly when the flea began wrestling with the Sarge. He quickly stepped over and punted the flea through the air.*<span class="bbc_u">I think that was a decent field goal if I may say so. Maybe the buggers have a wrestling league? He was sure giving you a run for your money there.</span> *He laughed as he reached down to help the sarge up. He looked back at the cheerleader, who oddly, looked pleased with the surroundings.* <span class="bbc_u">Hey, go go, get out here before you get any higher off that flea slobber. God knows it won't be hard to get out. It's a wonder we haven't fallen through the damn floor...</span> *Looked back to the Sarge as he pulled him up.* <span class="bbc_u">Got any clue what this fuzzy place made of slobber and jello is? Cause it's one shitty jail.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaizen</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:09:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Brittany dug at the pink fuzz that gave way easily until she was free.&nbsp; "I didn't know these things could speak english." she said to her two fellow prisoners.&nbsp; With a determined expression, she strode over to the punted flea and grabbed it by the back of its head.&nbsp; "Tell me where the fuck we are now damnit!" Not waiting for an answer, she planted her fist three or four times into the buggers face.&nbsp; "What were you planning to do with us? SPEAK!" She threw the flea down near the Sergeant's feet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: When Flea F*****s Attack (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 01:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gurgling, the flea responded slowly. "I'm not.... talking English." Sergent Williams slowly stood himself up and dusted some of that pink garbage off of himself as he squinted at the flea unconvinced. Though it didn't matter, the cheerleader punched the thing a few times in the face. "You've been given.... ear mites." That's disgusting, if the others didn't do what Williams was doing know (which was dig at his ears in a small panic even for a military professional) they were nuts in the head. "Can't... kill you, helps understand."<br><br>That flea raised up his hand and pointed slowly to a sign on the wall that looked somewhat French, no maybe it was Spanish, but certainly not English. It read "Throne Room This Way" and pointed down a hall. "Mother ship," Is the last thing the flea said before passing out. He wasn't exactly built for dealing with escaping prisoners but the alarm wasn't sent and no-one seemed to come around for awhile.
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