Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)
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				Title: <strong>Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 19:53:09</strong>
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				"Tell us about the Outbreak, Elder!"<br><br>The grey-heared, hoary-bearded man leaned on his cane and sighed, regarding the wide-eyed collection of children clustering around him with tired eyes.<br><br>"That is a long story, and not a happy one.&nbsp; But I suppose..."<br><br>Youthful pleas almost bring a smile to his face.<br><br>"All right, all right.&nbsp; I will tell you what I can."<br><br>Easing his tired bones down onto a handy bench, he catches his breath and gazes at the future of his people, the children...proof that even now, humanity has not lost.<br><br>"I will tell you of the Outbreak, then, as I heard it from my elders...and as you will someday tell your children's children."<br><br>The Telling begins.<br><br>"Once we were a mighty people.&nbsp; We tamed the lightning, strode across the sky, and reached for the stars.&nbsp; In our pride, we imagined ourselves the measure of all.&nbsp; But then came the Plague...the first cases were reported across the great western sea, in a place once called China.&nbsp; For a time, we imagined ourselves immune.&nbsp; There were those who took pride in their troubles: our lands were not friendly, and seeing our competitors in trouble looked pleased.&nbsp; Travellers from those lands were quarantined or sent away.&nbsp; Surely this would keep us safe!&nbsp; But we failed."<br><br>"The Plague came here, too.&nbsp; Our dead began to walk.&nbsp; And oh, the horror that came in their wake!&nbsp; Our mighty towers fell.&nbsp; Our cities died in screams and fire and pain...it was the wrath of the gods, some said.&nbsp; I remember...there was one holy man on the television who said it was all the fault of blasphemers and deviants.&nbsp; Turn back to the ways of God, he promised, and the Plague would not touch us!"<br><br>The old man gives a wheezing laugh.<br><br>"They say he was bitten, infected...and none knew it until he turned in mid-sermon!&nbsp; Do you understand?&nbsp; Not even the holy fools were safe!&nbsp; If this was the wrath of the gods, it was against all humanity, regardless of piety."<br><br>He starts drawing a symbol in the dust with the tip of his cane.<br><br>"But there <em>were</em> survivors.&nbsp; Though the cities fell and the lighting escaped back to the sky, though the horror and hunger of those terrible days, there were those who survived.&nbsp; And thrived!&nbsp; They were our ancestors--my parents, your grandparents and great-grandparents."<br><br>He rolls his eyes and gives a grudging laugh.<br><br>"But you do not want to hear of the glory of rebuilding, do you?&nbsp; You want the darker stories.&nbsp; Tales of the time before!&nbsp; Tales of fire and blood and the struggle against the living dead.&nbsp; Very well.&nbsp; I know such a tale.&nbsp; It begins two years after the Outbreak, when the zombies ruled all that had been our proud cities and survivors lived in tiny packets, here and there, scattered across the world to live or die by their own strength and wits..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 21:41:43</strong>
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				David approached the neighborhood cautiously, shotgun at the ready as usual.&nbsp; His jeans were stained and worn, but still wearable.&nbsp; His shirt was less so, but the leather jacket over it kept him fairly well protected; he was glad he found it fairly soon after the Outbreak.&nbsp; Hopefully one of the houses up ahead would have some clothes to hit his tall frame.&nbsp; Running water to bathe was probably beyond hope, but there might be some bottled water inside.&nbsp; Californians love bottled water, himself included.&nbsp; If he was lucky, there would be more than just houses in the neighborhood, with supplies he can collect.&nbsp; And if he was really lucky, he'd meet a fellow survivor.&nbsp; Preferably young and female and big-breasted...&nbsp; God, what was it, two years since the Outbreak?&nbsp; Over two years since he'd been laid.&nbsp; He wanted a girl bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-05-2007, 23:34:26</strong>
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				The tiny town, or what remained of it (David could see burned out and ruined buildings on the fringes) lay still and quiet in the sun.&nbsp; From here there was no sign of any active habitation.&nbsp; That didn't necessarily mean anything: most survivors were very careful about attracting attention, given how many people had turned to banditry to survive.<br><br>Before him lay a tangled and overgrown stretch of what might have been a city park once.&nbsp; Now, it was overgrown with blackberry bushes and nettles.&nbsp; Off to his right, he could see the boxlike form of a warehouse.&nbsp; To his left, burnt-out ruins seemed to give way to intact buildings as they got closer to the black asphalt ribbon of a state highway...<br><br>Making his way through the thicket, David suddenly noticed the too, too still form of a decaying corpse standing between the overladen fruit trees not too far in front of him!&nbsp; The rotting corpse slowly turned to face him, arms rising to reach out toward his flesh as if seeking solace against the warmth of a living body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 00:12:32</strong>
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				With little more than a grunt of annoyance, David hefted the shotgun and blasted a hole through the zombie's face.&nbsp; He watched it crumple impassively; he ran out of zombie-killing one-liners during the first week of the Outbreak, and gave up trying to come up with new ones after a month.&nbsp; Now, killing zombies was just an irritating inconvenience.<br><br>He continued forward through the brush, both a blessing and a curse; it protected him from prying eyes but stymied his ability to see ahead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 00:22:09</strong>
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				David reaches the edge of the woods, ears pricking up at the sound of something...something<em>s</em> thrashing through the brush!&nbsp; The Walking Dead must have just missed him...but now his line of retreat is going to be crawling with zombies, which leaves him only one way to go.<br><br>Here on the edge of the small orchard, he can see a house and what was once a mom and pop store by the edge of the highway.&nbsp; Might as well start there...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 00:56:49</strong>
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				With nothing else to go on and zombies coming up behind him, David headed out of the brush and to the house up ahead.&nbsp; The hope of finding a survivor before the zombies could reach the house made him go there rather than try for supplies from the store first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 05:29:25</strong>
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				David is barely through the door when the former occupants of the house are upon him, arms outstretched!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 05:32:55</strong>
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				"Figures."<br><br>With a quick move to the trigger, the shotgun roars to life, and one of the zombies is dispatched immediately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2007, 05:37:26</strong>
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				The other zombie, a former housewife with a Doris Day fixation, closes, screeching wordlessly.&nbsp; A swift blow knocks 'her' on the ground, but she's still quite un-alive and regrettfully kicking!&nbsp; This just hasn't been David's day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 00:54:04</strong>
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				Wth a grunt, David steps back and blows the other zombie's head off.&nbsp; Sadly, the effort seems to have gone for little, as a search of the house only turns up a 9mm pistol and a few clips of ammo.&nbsp; And with more zombies outside, he didn't have a chance to rest yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 04:47:49</strong>
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				For a moment, all is quiet.&nbsp; David gets a chance to catch his breath before the noise of distant and shambling zombies crashing through the woods behind the building catches up to him.&nbsp; He's got plenty of time to run before they catch up to him, but he can't dawdle forever...and more than a quick breather could be his last mistake.<br><br>There is a clanging noise as something falls in the burned out block due south of the old house.&nbsp; A quick glance through the window confirms that there's another zombie on the far side, making it's way toward the back door of this very building!&nbsp; It must have heard the shotgun blasts.&nbsp; If he moves now, the house will be between him and the gang of the dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 04:58:10</strong>
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				Without a moment's hesitation, David moves across the street to check out the local police station.&nbsp; If he's incredibly lucky, they'll have (had) a SWAT loadout that includes M4s or M16s and body armor.&nbsp; If he's even luckier, they'll have survivors holed up with them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 05:25:04</strong>
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				Coming in through the door, Dave has just a moment to realize that the hulking form right across from him is not, in fact, a bear or something before it registers that most of that bulk is body armor...and the functional M-16A2 more or less pointed in his general direction probably doesn't have the safety on.&nbsp; Definitely male, by the beard.<br><br>There is a cry of alarm as another definitely non-zombified person appears in the far doorway, just to one side of the 'bear'...hastily stifled.&nbsp; Either a young boy or a small woman--not sure just yet.&nbsp; Dark-skinned, flannel shirt two sizes too large...<br><br>Dave has the proverbial 'drop' on his new friends, should he decided to exercise the better part of self defense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 05:28:30</strong>
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				Well, it's not what David expects, but it's not zombies at least.<br><br>"Hey, I'm a human, don't shoot."&nbsp; He certainly hopes the bear doesn't, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 06:23:14</strong>
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				The M-16 drifts a little further away.<br><br>"You're real," the bearded man says, a note of wonder in his voice.<br><br>"No shit," says his companion...definitely female.&nbsp; "So.&nbsp; Who you with?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2007, 06:38:18</strong>
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				"Myself."<br><br>Shotgun aimed distinctly not at them and rather at the floor, David steps further inside the police station.&nbsp; "You two are the first people I've seen in two years not being overrun at that very moment.&nbsp; Of course there are some zombies outside right now, so I'm not sure how much time we have to chat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-06-2007, 18:33:50</strong>
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				"No shit?"&nbsp; The young woman shakes her head.&nbsp; "That sucks.&nbsp; But you're right about the Zombies."<br><br>Mister Body Armor nods.&nbsp; "Guess the Baron won't mind if we bring in another one?"<br><br>"Depends."&nbsp; She gives David a broad smile, bright white teeth flashing .&nbsp; "How'd you feel about a hot meal and a little company?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2007, 18:38:08</strong>
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				David chuckles softly; it seems he's stumbled onto a full-on community.<br><br>"I'd feel grateful for both, but who's this Baron?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-06-2007, 18:45:05</strong>
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				"Our boss," Body Armor says.&nbsp; "Come on, then.&nbsp; Out the back...but we'd better hustle, unless you want to have to pick off the deadites all along the way."<br><br>"Yeah."&nbsp; The woman gives David another warm smile.&nbsp; "We're better company at least."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2007, 18:59:20</strong>
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				"True that."&nbsp; David smiles back at the woman, and follows the pair out the literal or proverbial back, whichever it turns out to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 19:17:33</strong>
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				Fortunately, there are no more walking dead on this side of town...not at the moment, anyway.&nbsp; Thus David finds that his two new companions have a working vehicle! Battered, patched, and dusty...but working.<br><br>"I'm Bear," says Body Armor, patting his chest.&nbsp; "This here's Latisha."<br><br>The young woman rolls her eyes.&nbsp; "I'm right here, pops."&nbsp; Then she produces a keyring out of one pocket and slides behind the wheel.&nbsp; "First one makes a joke about women drivers gets to walk home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 21:40:43</strong>
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				"I'm David, nice to meet you both."&nbsp; Of course, he keeps his eye mostly on Latisha rather than the bear as he slides into the vehicle.<br><br>"So how big is this community that the Baron runs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-06-2007, 23:37:47</strong>
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				"Big enough," Bear chuckles.&nbsp; "Not sure why he took that particular title, though."<br><br>"Who cares?"<br><br>Latisha guns the engine and floors the accelerator, and David gets the first white-knuckle ride he's had in some time.&nbsp; The girl clearly comes from the Steve Jackson school of Offensive Driving...not even slowing down when a zombie makes the re-fatal error of stepping out in front of the rolling boat (it's a four-door sedan with a wiiiiide back seat) and gets scattered to the four winds before it can say 'brains'.<br><br>"OUTTA THE ROAD!"<br><br>Yep, definitely an offensive driver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 03:19:40</strong>
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				"Lemme guess, you were a cabbie before the zombies landed, right?"<br><br>David opts to cling to a steel portion of the car and pray to as many deities he can think of that they don't crash, rather than try asking more questions that won't get useful answers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 15:28:43</strong>
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				"Nope."<br><br>Bear laughs.&nbsp; "She was in high school."<br><br>"Shaddup, old man!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 19:01:36</strong>
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				"Cute..."<br><br>David could learn right now why they call it 'white-knuckle' driving just by looking down at his grip, except that he already knows why and doesn't like it.&nbsp; He's tempted to ask something else, like where they found a working car or how they got fuel for it, but he figures those questions would just get him more non-answers, so he keeps his mouth shut for the duration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 22:12:52</strong>
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				The drive is mostly uneventful--the few zombies that show up are 'dealt with' in a direct and brutal fashion that makes David wonder whether or not Latisha learned to drive by watching Grand Theft Auto.&nbsp; After almost an hour, the rolling boat approaches a low rubble wall with watchtowers at the corner.<br><br>"Home sweet home," Bear grumbles with poorly disguised good humor.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah, I don't drive like your grandma.&nbsp; I already know that, pops."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2007, 23:14:29</strong>
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				Well, damn.&nbsp; This contruction clearly must have taken some serious effort.&nbsp; David's estimation of the community size quickly goes from one or two dozen to 50+, if not over a hundred.&nbsp; He gets out of the car and looks over the walls, wondering how many zombies it would repel if defended.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 19:09:51</strong>
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				"The thing about zombies," Bear says with a grin, "is that so few of the bastards can climb!&nbsp; Long as the gate's closed and we keep an eye on the walls, it's pretty safe."<br><br>"Just another gated community, Pops."<br><br>"In a manner of speaking, yes."<br><br>Latisha snorts and rolls her eyes.&nbsp; "We gotta get him signed in and stuff.&nbsp; Take the oath and all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 20:37:44</strong>
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				"The oath?"<br><br>David isn't sure he likes the sound of that.&nbsp; Oaths generally aren't things to be taken lightly, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 20:39:37</strong>
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				"Yeah, the oath.&nbsp; You'll see.&nbsp; Nothing to worry about, really.&nbsp; So get back in the damn car already."<br><br>Latisha slides back behind the wheel.<br><br>"I think she's impatient," Bear chuckles.&nbsp; "We probably ought to humor her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>19-06-2007, 20:42:53</strong>
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				David gets back in the car, wondering why she's so pissed all of a sudden.&nbsp; Better to stay silent for now, and see where this goes.&nbsp; He's liking it less and less as it goes on, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 07:03:41</strong>
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				A few moments later, the car passes through the gates.&nbsp; David quickly becomes the center of attention, and he can hear a few folks calling out to let others know that there's a new face in town.&nbsp; Latisha pulls the battered vehicle into a garage with three other cars in various stages of repair--there are several mechanics working.&nbsp; One of them spares a nod for David before getting back to work repacking the bearings on a wheel.<br><br>"Come on," says Bear.&nbsp; "Best get you sworn in."<br><br>A brief walk out through the garage, again as the center of attention (although the folks here don't stop their business, they do slow down a bit), and David is ushered into a slightly larger building that looks as though it was once a police station of sorts.&nbsp; Finally, he is led to an office where a tall, balding fellow with bifocals stands in front of a map of the United States...<br><br>"Your Grace," Bear nods politely to the man.<br><br>Latisha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms from David's other side.<br><br>Then the man looks up from his book and smiles tightly.<br><br>"Another survivor.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; Where are you from, please?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 09:44:05</strong>
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				When David sees who the Baron is, he smirks a bit.&nbsp; At least it isn't a bully who rules by overt force.<br><br>"North Orange County, originally.&nbsp; It was hell getting out of the sprawl, but it helped having a car at the time.&nbsp; I don't really have it in me to go native in the wild, so I've been trying to stick to relatively suburban areas.&nbsp; Bear and Latisha here are the first people I've come across in two years."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-06-2007, 19:39:51</strong>
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				The Baron nods forlornly.<br><br>"Orange County.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Well, I'd say you've come through rather well, all things considered.&nbsp; I was hoping you'd be from further afield..."<br><br>He gestures at the map.<br><br>"I've got this quixotic impulse to learn what I can about the rest of the world, you see.&nbsp; What's left of it, anyway.&nbsp; So.&nbsp; Feel like rejoining society?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 00:45:46</strong>
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				"Well, that depends on what sort of society you've got here.&nbsp; What joining entails, what services you offer, how many people are here, et cetera, et cetera..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 01:50:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron blinks.&nbsp; Bear chuckles dryly.&nbsp; &nbsp;And David can almost hear Latisha roll her eyes...<br><br>"Well, we'd rather like to get a constitutional republic back up and running," the Baron says after a few minutes.&nbsp; "But until that happens in about a trillion years, all we really care about is making sure folks get fed and sheltered.&nbsp; And safe from hordes of walking dead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 02:12:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That... doesn't really answer my question.&nbsp; For instance, an oath was previously mentioned to me, but you've not said anything about it.&nbsp; And I'm sure that there are rules for how this society is run, otherwise it's just a bunch of individuals sharing a building."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 02:25:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; The oath.&nbsp; Were you ever in the Boy Scouts?"&nbsp; The Baron grins.&nbsp; "I just modified that one a little.&nbsp; And it's not an oath to me, whatever these two have told you.&nbsp; I'm hardly the embodiment of the Republic, you know."<br><br>He laughs softly.<br><br>"The title is a courtesy.&nbsp; I guess I'm more or less in charge around here, though, since nobody else wants the job...and I'm sufficiently easy going to permit folks to do more or less as they wish.&nbsp; But there are a couple of important points.&nbsp; You can probably guess what they are.'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 02:55:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt me to stick around for a bit.&nbsp; Count me in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 03:05:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Baron smiles.<br><br>"Good!&nbsp; We'll worry about oaths and such later.&nbsp; Now, if you don't mind..."<br><br>He pulls out a notebook, opens it, and proceeds to ask David a lot of probing questions about his travels since Orange County.&nbsp; The point of the exercise becomes clear after a while: the man is working on a greater survey of post-plague America, and to that end is willing to make the interrogation a two-way street.&nbsp; Some highlights:<br><br>The cities are gone.&nbsp; All of them.&nbsp; Everywhere.&nbsp; While this is hardly news to David, who hasn't ventured back to any city centers in a long time, it's one thing to suspect and another to know.<br><br>There are scattered 'pocket kingdoms' in rural areas, most of them less 'enlightened' than this one.&nbsp; As an example, groups of survivalists are supposed to have carved out their own empire in the Rockies.&nbsp; There's also something called the Lake Tahoe Free Republic ("...which costs a great deal and seems rather dictatorial...").<br><br>There are still radio broadcasts from time to time.<br><br>"So you see," the Baron finishes, "I've rather got my work cut out for me.&nbsp; Do you know what the Domesday Book was?&nbsp; I'm trying to write a new one.&nbsp; Unfortunately..."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 03:15:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"This reminds me of the premise of a book I once read.&nbsp; Not a zombie book, but post-apocalyptic.&nbsp; Priests and monks holed up in monastaries, recopying whatever texts they could save, on the basis that while they may not understand what a Master Control Board Circuit Diagram #6 was, mankind would advance again and the texts would be there when mankind could understand them again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 03:28:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh.&nbsp; A Canticle for Liebowitz, perhaps?"<br><br>The Baron laughs.<br><br>"Not really my preferred genre, but I got a chance to read that one when I was much younger.&nbsp; Very depressing.&nbsp; The Domesday Book was a record commissioned by William the Conquerer.&nbsp; He wanted to know just what his kingdom was worth, so he spent years compiling a combination survey and tax record.&nbsp; I'm willing to forego the tax part of that and focus on what's left and where it is.&nbsp; And of course who's there to either help or hinder rebuilding."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 03:51:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, that sounds about right.&nbsp; Anyway, I never went too far afield; better the devil you know, right?"&nbsp; David shrugs.&nbsp; "So what's next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 03:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"An extraordinarily good question.&nbsp; I'd say get some supper, settle in...we'll be putting together further patrols later, and you're invited to join one of those if you wish.&nbsp; Tomorrow will take care of itself."<br><br>He grins.<br><br>"You may even find yourself the center of attention for a while.&nbsp; We've been growing steadily, but a new face is always a cause for celebration."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2007, 04:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David smiles, perhaps the most genuine smile he's smiled in a while.&nbsp; "Supper sounds good for now.&nbsp; Maybe Latisha will be kind enough to show me around?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 03:39:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe I will," the girl says, rolling her eyes.&nbsp; "Like, to the showers.&nbsp; Let you freshen up a bit."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 03:41:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				David chuckles.&nbsp; "Sounds good.&nbsp; Lead the way."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 03:44:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Turning, she leads him off...putting a little extra sway in her walk.&nbsp; The showers, such as they are, aren't too far away: they're simple, practical...and mostly bereft of things like modesty screens.<br><br>"Here ya go.&nbsp; Strip down and hop in.&nbsp; We even have soap."<br><br>She finds a handy spot to lean and gestures to the dripping faucets.<br><br>"Or don't you like an audience?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 04:08:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I would welcome an audience, so long as it was female."&nbsp; David grins and readily complies to stripping down, revealing soon enough a decent erection.<br><br>"Unless of course, you'd care to join me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 04:11:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mayyyyyybe.&nbsp; Now get scrubbing," Latisha teases him.&nbsp; "You don't need to give me a show.&nbsp; Ain't got nothin' I haven't seen anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2007, 04:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cocktease."<br><br>Still, David grins as he takes the soap and gets into the shower.&nbsp; After some dedicated effort to get off the worst of it, he feels about a hundred thousand percent better.&nbsp; It is the first time he's really bathed in two years, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 15:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You better believe it."<br><br>She grins, but keeps her face turned away for most of the shower to give him some semblance of privacy.<br><br>"Not like you'd gimme a show if I asked, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:07:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That depends on how nicely you asked."<br><br>Grinning, David finishes scrubbing his body down, and starts working the accumulated grime out of his hair.&nbsp; It's gotten rather out of control in the past two years, and he wonders offhandedly if they have a barber here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:24:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How nicely should I ask?&nbsp; Not like a man's ever done that for me before..."<br><br>David can't see her sudden blush.<br><br>"Sorry.&nbsp; Forget it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, and his erection returning, David turns to face Latisha directly.&nbsp; He makes no effort to hide his arousal, of course.<br><br>"I guess that depends on what kind of show you want, but either way you'd have to turn this way to see it, heh."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 18:53:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is that a dare, mister man?"<br><br>She glances back over her shoulder, then turns around.<br><br>"You gonna?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:22:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Am I gonna what?"<br><br>He grins, rinsing his hair out under the shower.<br><br>"Am I gonna stroke my cock, jack off for you?&nbsp; Talk dirty about how badly I want you in here with me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:25:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She shifts and nods.<br><br>"Y-yeah...that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning wider, he takes his length in hand and gives it a few slow strokes.<br><br>"Only if you ask nicely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"P-please?"<br><br>Her voice catches, her sudden and puppy-like excitement only too clear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:55:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He strokes his length a few more times, stepping closer to Latisha.&nbsp; He's definitely enjoying her excitement and attention.<br><br>"Please what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 19:57:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhm...p-please stroke yourself off for me?"<br><br>Latisha's question gets softer, ending on an embarrassed squeak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmm, I can do that..."<br><br>He strokes himself a bit faster, his cock fully erect by now.<br><br>"But if I'm gonna do that, I want you to kneel down so you can take it in the face."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On my..."<br><br>He can hear her swallow nervously.<br><br>"Ohhhhh..."<br><br>She shifts again, then slowly pulls her shirt off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 20:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking that as a sign of interest, David stops stroking himself so he can gently pull Latisha closer and strip her naked.<br><br>"Been so long..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:00:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, now!"<br><br>She pulls away a little.<br><br>"Lemme do it.&nbsp; You just keep...uhm, yeah.&nbsp; Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:22:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes a fair amount of willpower to let go of her, rather than pull her closer and have his way with her.&nbsp; Still, he manages to release her and return to stroking himself.<br><br>"Heh, can't help it, you've got me too turned on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhmmm..."<br><br>She turns her undressing into a little show for him, by way of a reward.&nbsp; Turning to ease her jeans off, slowly peeling them off her ass, she glances back at him over one shoulder.<br><br>"Like what you see, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I certainly like it so far, dear.&nbsp; Why don't you join me and I'll show you how much I like it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nu-unh.&nbsp; Not yet!"<br><br>She licks her lips and steps out of her jeans.<br><br>"Not if you want to put it on my face when you come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:53:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins and licks his own lips.<br><br>"You're the one who wants me to jack off until I blow my load.&nbsp; If it was up to me, I'd have you against the wall with my cock in that lovely cunt of yours."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 21:56:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She scowls.<br><br>"I hate that word..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>27-06-2007, 22:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sorry.."<br><br>His grin mostly fades, but he can't fully shake the good mood he's in.<br><br>"What euphamism should I use, then?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-06-2007, 00:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I like 'pussy'."<br><br>She slides one hand between her legs, rubbing herself absently.&nbsp; Her other hand fondles her small but shapely breasts.<br><br>"It's so much warmer and cuddlier, don't you think?&nbsp; The other's more of an insult."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>28-06-2007, 03:19:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I guess you're right."<br><br>David steps closer again, running his free hand over her chest as he continues jacking off.<br><br>"Now come let me feel your warm, cuddly pussy around my length."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-06-2007, 17:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nu-unh!"<br><br>She waves a finger at him, giggling.<br><br>"You said you wanted to come on my face!&nbsp; So that's as close as you get.&nbsp; For now."<br><br>She licks her lips and rubs herself a little faster.<br><br>"Or are you in a hurry?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>01-07-2007, 08:26:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He gives a short chuckle, and pushes her gently down to her knees.<br><br>"It's been a while, and I'm eager."<br><br>Still playing with her breasts with one hand, he strokes his length faster, and he starts hissing through his teeth.&nbsp; Why did the first woman he met after two years of nothing but zombies have to be such a fucking tease?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-07-2007, 19:45:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rubs herself faster, moaning a little as she watches him stroke his cock.<br><br>"Yeah...oh, yeah...is that all for me, Mister?"<br><br>She licks her lips slowly, making eyes at him.<br><br>"You wanna shove that big thing in me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>02-07-2007, 06:31:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yeah... it's all for you..."<br><br>He jacks himself off faster, his knees becoming weaker as he approaches a climax.<br><br>"A load two years in the making... want it inside you..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2007, 17:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nuh-unh," she teases.&nbsp; "You said 'on my face' first.&nbsp; And if I let you in now, hard-up as you've been, you'll be off before I get much out of it..."<br><br>She sticks her tongue out playfully, cupping one breast with her free hand.<br><br>"You wanna fuck me that bad, you'll be patient."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2007, 20:17:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As much as he wants to respond with a comment of his own, all David can get out is a grunt as his orgasm hits him.&nbsp; He does his best to aim for her face as his semen practically explodes out of him.&nbsp; Sure, he hoped his first orgasm after so long would be inside a girl, but it beats another zombie encounter...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-07-2007, 20:28:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Latisha laughs briefly before his load hits her face.&nbsp; A few moments later she cries out, her fingers moving even faster...and then she slumps, cupping warm water in her hands to wash him off her skin.<br><br>"Fuck...why's that always happening in old porn flicks, then?&nbsp; Yecccchhh."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2007, 20:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bit stunned, David lets out a laugh.&nbsp; "Don't tell me you didn't even like it, my dear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-07-2007, 02:51:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nawww, more like I don't see the big thrill..."<br><br>She giggles and finishes cleaing off.<br><br>"Must be a guy thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>13-07-2007, 06:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling again, David rinses himself off quickly before turning off the water.<br><br>"Of course it's a guy thing.&nbsp; Who do you think the target demographic for porn is?&nbsp; Er, was."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-07-2007, 18:13:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughs softly.<br><br>"Can't argue with that, I guess!&nbsp; Still, kind of unfair, don'tcha think?"<br><br>She stands and stretches, enjoying the feel of hot water on her body.<br><br>"Maybe later you can get what you want, yeah?&nbsp; If you're a nice boy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 06:12:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Such a cocktease..."<br><br>He gives her butt a gentle spank, then starts drying himself off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Year of the Zombie (MadPanda/Circlmastr/ room for more)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-07-2007, 16:53:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, if you're gonna be like that," she teases him...then winks, reaching down to pet him while kissing him on the cheek.<br><br>"Later, okay?&nbsp; When you're all settled in and I can get more than thirty seconds out of you."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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