RudeNastyAssBitch
Don't drink the water!
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- Nov 30, 2000
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Moving closer to the door, I press my hand againset the cold metal. The door is vibrating at a furious rate! Thinking to myself, If I could just press my crotch...Laughing under my breath I dismisss such a silly thought.
At least the thoughts in my head are mine again.
Reaching down to my wet thigh, I slide my 12" Dagger out of it's home with a meatal against Leather sound. Hoping not to use it so soon after showing up in a new land!
Slowly and with caution I wrap my fingers arond the heavy doorknob, Turning it with ease, it clicks faintly and the door pops from the doorframe. Lifting my blade and moving into attack mode, I swing the door wide.....Nothing.
It seems that my feelings of a presences were unfounded. No One and Nothing but the control center. I had seen this set up a hundred times before, Computers and machines of a long ago people, People that were now just dust or bones. Sadness washing over me I continue through the huge room looking for a way out. Hoping to find an exit and perhaps breathe some fresh air! After a hundred years of death, the smells one encounters are stomach churning. Not to mention the undescribable horrors I have seen and done....
The familiar red signs are at the ends of each hallway leading out of this computer room. Doing a kind of eenie meenie minee mo, I choose the hallway to my right. My boots causing an echo of footfalls I move quickly down the corridor, Finally coming to what I hope is the exit door to this creepy tomb. Putting all my weight into my shoulder, I crash open the door........
Blinding Sunlight streams through the door and causes me to blink and cover my eyes. Suddenly! A shadow cross my almost blinded vision, and I feel the cold steel of a blade, slice across my forearm, causing me to fall out the door and down into the dusty ground.............
Hoping for someone to start a new character or Continue this fight!..~I am looking to move the story all the way through the bayou and city of New Orleans...~Evil Grin~...Towns in which to Engage in Hard Alcohol usage ~LOL~..Dangerous Sexcapades and Mind Numbing Violence!......Be Well,
RNAB.
At least the thoughts in my head are mine again.
Reaching down to my wet thigh, I slide my 12" Dagger out of it's home with a meatal against Leather sound. Hoping not to use it so soon after showing up in a new land!
Slowly and with caution I wrap my fingers arond the heavy doorknob, Turning it with ease, it clicks faintly and the door pops from the doorframe. Lifting my blade and moving into attack mode, I swing the door wide.....Nothing.
It seems that my feelings of a presences were unfounded. No One and Nothing but the control center. I had seen this set up a hundred times before, Computers and machines of a long ago people, People that were now just dust or bones. Sadness washing over me I continue through the huge room looking for a way out. Hoping to find an exit and perhaps breathe some fresh air! After a hundred years of death, the smells one encounters are stomach churning. Not to mention the undescribable horrors I have seen and done....
The familiar red signs are at the ends of each hallway leading out of this computer room. Doing a kind of eenie meenie minee mo, I choose the hallway to my right. My boots causing an echo of footfalls I move quickly down the corridor, Finally coming to what I hope is the exit door to this creepy tomb. Putting all my weight into my shoulder, I crash open the door........
Blinding Sunlight streams through the door and causes me to blink and cover my eyes. Suddenly! A shadow cross my almost blinded vision, and I feel the cold steel of a blade, slice across my forearm, causing me to fall out the door and down into the dusty ground.............
Hoping for someone to start a new character or Continue this fight!..~I am looking to move the story all the way through the bayou and city of New Orleans...~Evil Grin~...Towns in which to Engage in Hard Alcohol usage ~LOL~..Dangerous Sexcapades and Mind Numbing Violence!......Be Well,
RNAB.
