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Post by 42zombies on Jul 23, 2008 14:17:22 GMT -5
Stanley Dale sat on a bench just outside City Hall. There were a few scorch marks surrounding the building for some reason. A brown paper shopping bag sat next to Stanley. It was a nice day.
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Post by Felix Falora on Jul 23, 2008 14:24:53 GMT -5
Maybe nice for him, but one person was having a horrible day, the only real person from the real world in this world of dimensional travel and game/anime characters. He walked out of City Hall wishing he had a gun so he could just put to his head and end the torture right away. "Can't believe those two fuckers did this while I was gone. Now I have to remake the fucking site. What a bunch of bullshit," he grumbled to himself. Yes, Michael Bergeron... was fucking pissed.
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 23, 2008 14:29:11 GMT -5
Stanley hurriedly hid his bag behind him upon seeing Michael. "Er... h-hello." He greeted quickly. "This bag has... food in it. Er... w-what's wrong?"
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Post by Felix Falora on Jul 23, 2008 14:37:30 GMT -5
"Just... having... a bad day..." He then noticed the scorch marks and his eyes narrowed. "That bag doesn't have food in it, does it... Whatever."
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 23, 2008 14:50:17 GMT -5
"These were here when I got here!" Stanley yelled angrily. "There are freaking kids here, man! Do you think I'm some kind of-- I mean, yes. Yes it does." He pulled a piece of cake, wrapped to a paper plate, out of the bag. "See? Food."
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Post by Felix Falora on Jul 23, 2008 15:00:46 GMT -5
"Yes, I see. Damn, I was hoping it did have a flamethrower so I could set myself on fire and tell my admins fuck them from death," Michael said.
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Post by 42zombies on Jul 24, 2008 11:33:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, like there are any weapons in here!" Stanley laughed as he unwrapped his cake. "Just... food. Er... do you want some?"
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