50 - Phone/Action

[ceasetoexist]

[Phone]
Zombies huh?

Least the town gave us something easy this time to deal with. Like I guess it's scary if you've never seen or dealt with zombies before, but even then it isn't hard. Most cases you could practically just push them over and it'll get rid of 'em.

Course, you idiots are probably gonna freak anyway. Even then, if you at least get in a group, you should be able to do well enough that you'll survive. Maybe. Some of you. Really, just stay out of range of them. If you can keep ahead of them, you've got a good chance of not dying.

Hey! Slugger!

Bet I can put down more of them than you can.

[Filtered to Mindy]

Are you at home? If you are, or wherever you are, stay there and stay out of sight. I'm coming over to get you some place safe.

[Action]

[Feel free to notice the large spider-mech stomping around Mayfield today, and the absurdly happy, fat kid riding on top of it as the mech stomps and trudges around the town, stomping down drone-zombie after drone-zombie with abandon.

Yeah. Pokey pretty clearly sees teh current event as being as much of a game as anything.]

Comments

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger pauses as a zombie lurches toward him, waiting for it to get closer. He then eradicates its head in a gory eruption of organic matter with his bat.]

Seven.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Lame. Totally lame.

[And Pokey'll wait for another zombie to come in range before skewering and smashing the zombie to pieces.]</small. Oh look! We're tied again!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Part of the head rolls toward him and Slugger bashes it to bits.]

Seven point five. Make sure the head is destroyed.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Oh so that's the way we're going to play it, huh?

Pokey looks a ways down the street where a small group of zombies are gathered, shambling forward as they look for someone else to feed on. It isn't long before one of Josephine's missiles fire and decimate the pack, Pokey looking back over to Slugger smugly after he does a mental count in his head.]

Thirteen.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Oh. You bastard. Slugger's hands tighten around his bat. Time to step it up. Winding up his bat, he scans the area for any more zombies. The sound of screams on the next street over alert him to a drove of zombies limping and crawling stiffly from their homes on Topper Street, which is still densely populated by drones.

He heads there now and dives into a murderous spree, teleporting between victims to help save time and rack up the points.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, good luck you weeny! See you later! WHEN I'VE WON!

[And he'll be teleporting off to another street as well.

See you in a bit, Slugger.]