L33t 4dv3ntur3s, Is this what would really happen?

Good to know i could be of service

Hm...true, true...how about a...hm...let's think...Official Red Ryder Carbine Action 200-shot Range Model Air Rifle?

I kid, I kid. What would he use? Hm.....something...totally Largo...

well, let's analyse.
he's strangled Piro with a headphone cord, and decided his Cool Thing would be useful to throw at his head. he's also run plenty of people down with a muffin cart, and favours crossbows.

so maybe he would try smothering the clown with fairy floss?

Autumn
By
Hibiki

The air was crisp from the first true cold front that had arrived overnight. The simple peaceful scrapes of the bristles against the concrete were slow and steady, the sound of a job that had begun to grow boring but had yet to loose its enjoyment. There was a pause and then, from a growing yet still faint roar, the wind rushed from between the buildings around Largo as he held his jacket tighter around him. The clear cloudless sky beamed down upon the city as it bustled and diligently moved with a single minded tenacity that often made Largo uneasy. He, after a moment of shivering, continued to sweep up the dead leaves from in front of the store he lived at, The Megagamers.

He frequently helped out now, earning his b33r m0n3y from the simple but menial tasks the owner was incapable of and the jobs Piro was too wussy to do. He scowled up at the closest tree that lined the street for it apparently had decided it would release a steady stream of leaves to thwart his attempts to clear the sidewalk. He paused and then gave a superior smirk while brandishing his broom like a sword at the offending tree.

“You will not pwnz me, tree!”

“It seems to be doing a good job of it.” A haughty yet smooth voice called out from behind him, he didn’t even need to turn around to recognize it, but he did anyway. Her tall and ample figure often set her apart from those around her almost as much as her reddish brown hair. He often wondered if her mother or father was a foreigner, but he would never speak of it. He had learned not to overstep his inquiries for her wrath was certainly that of Piro’s genji ganja(2*) girl shows he was so fond of.

“A minor setback…” He replied in his usual tone of caution to Erika, though it only lost a little of its normal arrogance. She made an “mmm” which sounded like an agreement then shrugged and turned away as another blast of cold air hit them both. While Erika had the advantage of a heavier jacket, Largo was left to adjust his much lighter jacket again and try to ignore the cold that had long since seeped into his bones. Largo began to sweep again, believing the talk over while Erika eyed him again.

“How come you’re only wearing that windbreaker?” She asked inquisitively, he looked back at her for a moment before continuing.

“I dunno if Piro ever told you.” He started, “I come from T3x4s. Winters there are lame so I’ve never needed anything else.”

“This is nothing really.” She said looking to the sky as she took a sip of the coffee in her hand. “In a few weeks it’ll be much colder.” Largo grimaced at her words but said nothing. She soon gave up on more talking and entered the shop. Again Largo was alone with the murmur of the city accompanying the scrapes of the leaves and broom. For a few minutes it went on like this until out of the blue something heavy thumped down on him.
“Wha?” He cried out in alarm and grasped the heavy jacket that had been placed upon him, his eyes turned back at the stone faced person behind him.

“You looked cold.” As his rational, and cold, part of him fought his more honorable and self reliant nature as a quick observation about the jacket crept into his head. His eyes narrowed.

“It’s “pink”.” It probably wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for the WAY he had said “it’s pink”. Erika’s eyebrow twitched.

“It works doesn’t it?” She said, exasperated by his attitude. He was quite for a few moments with the frown on his face deepening. She sighed and began to walk back inside. If he was going to act like that what was the point?

“Huh, you're right.” Were the words that cut her short of walking away. She paused, her hand on the handle of the door. Unsure of what she heard, Erika turned...

Not finnished because of lack of ideas.

This post has been edited by TheGreatHibiki on Dec 27 2005, 09:40 PM

Wow, that was wonderful! Heh, "pink".
*tries to think of more ideas for this*
sorry, I'm drawing a blank here.

See exactly my point... It sorta dead ends there. I'll think of something. If enough people like it I may write more.

Hmm. I was approaching it wrong. Instead of thinking of what plot points to do next, think of what Erika *would* say to Largo next. Let the characters drive it and see where things end up.

Or maybe Erika should just shrug and turn away, and that's the end of it.
Or another character should show up and laugh at Largo's atire.

Hibiki, that story was awesome! I think there's something that could finish it...but I cannot think of what. Hmmmm...I am having terrible writers block as well.

The pink jacket was a great touch.

The Long Day of Pwning

By L337kage

...Largo turned his head to see the bolt whistling towards his skull. He flicked his head to the right, his ear narrowly avoiding the projectile, while firing a few rounds from his shotgun.

"Take that, sneak-up-behind-me-zombie-scum!" Largo raged at the twice-dead corpse that lay mere meters away from him.

He took no time to relax his heart from the moment's trauma he had just suffered. That would be weak, and this zombie-pwning warrior was NOT weak. He reloaded his now empty shotgun and scooped the crossbow out of the grasp of the zombie he had just killed. Loading a bolt into his newly acquired weapon, he cocked the crossbow up to his shoulder and took aim at another zombie horror approaching him from behind a dumpster.

"Much better, if only Dom carried these thigns as standard ordinance," Largo muttered as he fired the crossbow and the bolt plunged into the zombie's dead heart, "damned Sega Ops, always gotta be so high-tech about stuff like this, don't know the proper way to kill a zombie. Although I do wonder how the zombie got one of these."

Largo paused to really get a look at his enemies. They wore strange armor, encrusted with rust and nitre, obviously from the sewers, and covered the zombie's entire torso and waist. He then looked at their weapons. They consisted of claws and gnashing teeth for the most part, but the ones that held weapons held the very same kind of crossbows he now held, as well as gerat swords, cutlasses, and the like. It was as if he were fighting in Endgames again...

"Damn." Largo said, eyes wide open "If what I'm thinking is correct, we ARE in trouble. DOM!" Largo shouted across the street to his companion, Dom who was tackling zombie hordes with dual 9mm's.

"What?!" Dom yelled as he shot through the black heart of a sword-wielding revenant.

"I think I know where these guys are from!" Largo yelled back as another crossbow-toting zombie warrior fell to a barrage of shotgun fire...


Will finish when I have more time.

Story

Go there to see another weird story.

piro, yuki and tohya will hear a large noise from outside the bathhouse. piro and tohya will head out to find L33t M4s73r sitting in a 18 wheeler Mr. Muffin delivery truck with Li3ut3n4nt junko riding shotgun, and L33t Ninj4 junpai riding on top. ping and number of students will climb out the back. ping will tackle hug tohya while largo get's out and uses home made grenade launcher to fire l33t b4lls of l4m3n3ss (tear gas canisters) at an aproaching or present hord3. I am to engage zombi3s that get past l33t ninj4 junpai while he engages the front. after the HBFs (Hord3 B4it Fools) have been extracted I am to buy a small reprieve by deploying spi|<3d b4lls of foo7 p4in and 7ir3 wr3ck4g3(can't remember what they are called). Once L33t M4s73r and support forces are out of range I am to deploy an unl33t st4tic disch4rg3 bomb to eliminate communications between hord3 ground force and Hord3 stationary tracking agents. I do not know L33t m4s73rs strategy beyond that.

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HORSE!!!

This post has been edited by Invisigoth on Jun 17 2012, 10:15 AM

Holy thread necromancy, Batman!

I've never seen Cortana, Invisigoth, AND omoikane descend upon a thread all at once. Want popcorn?

Whatever happened to the suggestion that we automatically lock all threads over 6 months without a post??