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Because i've watch pulp fiction enough to say everything they say in time with the movie 
"Oh man! .... I shot marvin in the face" HAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
"Oh man! .... I shot marvin in the face" HAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
I can do that with Spaceballs and Clerks.YouCallMeNighthawk said:Because i've watch pulp fiction enough to say everything they say in time with the movie
"Oh man! .... I shot marvin in the face" HAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
A friend of mine and myself got kicked out of a gaming/comic/tabletop RPG store by reciting Spaceballs and getting to the "Keep firing, assholes!" part.
That's pretty awesome.
Apparently I'm a good RP GM, I write regularly, though its mostly just a hobby, I'm popular at the college parties and I can embrace my nerdier side without endangering the fun side of my life.
sample of my work so you can mock it and make me feel less awesome
sample of my work so you can mock it and make me feel less awesome
This story is part one of four based on the events of the the flash game: Pandemic [http://www.kongregate.com/games/DarkRealmStudios/pandemic-2]. There is some foreign language in it. If I butchered it, blame it on the online translator I used. Any comments would be extremely appreciated. Look for part 2 some time in the coming week.
It was called Voidus. It was the newest parasite to strike the world. No one knew where it had come from, but it was spreading like wild fire in Japan and surrounding nations. Though the infection had initially been easily contained, it soon began to resist treatment and spread like mad throughout the Eastern Asian area. Danielle Breziek was running her first World Health Organization project here in Japan. She had always had a passion for helping the sick, first working in a children's hospital in London, before joining the U.N back in 2008. Now two years later, she had already become a senior medical advisor to the U.N Security Council and it was her who suggested they send aid to a failing Japanese nation. She was beginning to regret it though as she saw the line ups of infected, most of them looking completely fine, but for some nausea and coughing. Due to the paranoia ensued by the plague, thousands of the people at each camp were most likely fine, or had a small cold, but they couldn't turn any away.
Danielle's patients, for the most part seemed normal, lining up to get the vaccination thanking her and leaving. Her last patient for the day would prove to be a catalyst in ending Danielle's stunning career forever. The woman carried a small child with her, wrapped in a ragged blanket. You could tell that she was poor, most likely one of the few who lived on the street. The corners of her mouth were coated in red saliva, a sure sign of infection. Danielle knew that she shouldn't be scared, she had been vaccinated before she came to the country, but she worried all the same as the woman, no older than 19 brought the small child to her, "私の子供、彼女は燃えている [My child, she is burning up]," the woman almost threw the child into Danielle's arms, "彼女を、彼女ある私が持っているすべてが直しなさい [Please heal her, she is all I have.]"
Danielle took the small child in her arms and noticed that immediately something was amiss; the child was stiff in her arms and instead of being warm, as the mother had described her, she was cold as ice. Shaking slightly Danielle brought her stethoscope to the girl's chest and listened for a heartbeat. There was none. The mother immediately noticed the looked in Danielle's eyes and began to shriek and babble in quick, broken Japanese. Danielle was able to get the words "Murderer" and "Baby" before the mother lost all comprehensibility and jumped at Danielle, much to the surprise of the U.N guard standing near her. The men in blue helmets pulled the screaming woman off of the startled and scared doctor. The woman then began to hack and cough and pun over so her stomach was pressed onto the ground, where she continued to cough, seemingly oblivious to the people around her. She was given a wide berth as the cough changed from a dry one to a wet hacking sound and a thin spray of blood spewed from her mouth onto the pavement. Soon she was still just like the baby that she had given Danielle to try and heal. Danielle couldn't help but tear up when she saw the woman's corpse, her baby, laying on her chest, carried away to be burned with the rest of the corpses.
Danielle wasn't the same for the rest of her shift in Japan. She woke up in a cold sweat, shaking, her dreams of the woman and her child preventing her from getting proper sleep. Soon the other supervisors took notice and sent word to the World Health Organization. They concluded she was under severe depression and stress and told her to return to London as soon as possible. She was to undergo therapy when she returned and would be welcomed back to work after she was deemed fit to resume. Danielle was devastated, her work with medical diseases was her life and she didn't know what she would do without it. She boarded the plane home and began the long trip home.
She awoke from a nap on her plane ride with a small coughing fit. Excusing herself from her window seat to the angry scowls of an older couple she ran to the bathroom stall where the coughing intensified greatly until she felt like she was about to cough up one of her lungs. Finally the cough subsided and she removed her hands from her mouth, where she saw the thin spray of blood across them. Wiping them clean on a paper towel in a panic and leaving the bathroom stall she sat back down in her seat. She felt a small cough erupting again so she asked the nearest flight attendant for a glass of water. She took a small sip and felt the fit relax as she sat back in her seat again and began to sleep, her mind at rest. That couldn't be said about the elderly couple beside her. They saw the red rim that wasn't lipstick along the cup she had just drunk. They chose to ignore it and just pretended they hadn't seen anything.
The flight ended without incident and Danielle began her life of therapy. His name was Micah Smith, a well-known expert in depression and anxiety issues in people after their post-war returns. He was fascinated by Danielle's quick decline and he immediately took her case on. She spoke of the incident with the woman quite frequently and Micah noted that she grew paler and shallower with each day she saw him. He made a note and put her under suicide watch with someone to check on her each day.
One day Danielle woke up, in a cold sweat as usual. She had grown used to this in the two weeks she had been home. She took two of the Prozac that Micah had prescribed for her depression. She always had trouble keeping them down and today was no different. After the glass of water she stumbled to the bathroom where she began to vomit violently, spewing not food, but blood into the toilet. She realized that she was in trouble and began to move towards the phone, feeling her body growing weaker. Her head was spinning and he had trouble remembering what she was trying to do. Soon she was hit with another coughing fit and she sank to the floor coughing into the floor unable to move. She felt the world fading around her and she closed her eyes.
Danielle's patients, for the most part seemed normal, lining up to get the vaccination thanking her and leaving. Her last patient for the day would prove to be a catalyst in ending Danielle's stunning career forever. The woman carried a small child with her, wrapped in a ragged blanket. You could tell that she was poor, most likely one of the few who lived on the street. The corners of her mouth were coated in red saliva, a sure sign of infection. Danielle knew that she shouldn't be scared, she had been vaccinated before she came to the country, but she worried all the same as the woman, no older than 19 brought the small child to her, "私の子供、彼女は燃えている [My child, she is burning up]," the woman almost threw the child into Danielle's arms, "彼女を、彼女ある私が持っているすべてが直しなさい [Please heal her, she is all I have.]"
Danielle took the small child in her arms and noticed that immediately something was amiss; the child was stiff in her arms and instead of being warm, as the mother had described her, she was cold as ice. Shaking slightly Danielle brought her stethoscope to the girl's chest and listened for a heartbeat. There was none. The mother immediately noticed the looked in Danielle's eyes and began to shriek and babble in quick, broken Japanese. Danielle was able to get the words "Murderer" and "Baby" before the mother lost all comprehensibility and jumped at Danielle, much to the surprise of the U.N guard standing near her. The men in blue helmets pulled the screaming woman off of the startled and scared doctor. The woman then began to hack and cough and pun over so her stomach was pressed onto the ground, where she continued to cough, seemingly oblivious to the people around her. She was given a wide berth as the cough changed from a dry one to a wet hacking sound and a thin spray of blood spewed from her mouth onto the pavement. Soon she was still just like the baby that she had given Danielle to try and heal. Danielle couldn't help but tear up when she saw the woman's corpse, her baby, laying on her chest, carried away to be burned with the rest of the corpses.
Danielle wasn't the same for the rest of her shift in Japan. She woke up in a cold sweat, shaking, her dreams of the woman and her child preventing her from getting proper sleep. Soon the other supervisors took notice and sent word to the World Health Organization. They concluded she was under severe depression and stress and told her to return to London as soon as possible. She was to undergo therapy when she returned and would be welcomed back to work after she was deemed fit to resume. Danielle was devastated, her work with medical diseases was her life and she didn't know what she would do without it. She boarded the plane home and began the long trip home.
She awoke from a nap on her plane ride with a small coughing fit. Excusing herself from her window seat to the angry scowls of an older couple she ran to the bathroom stall where the coughing intensified greatly until she felt like she was about to cough up one of her lungs. Finally the cough subsided and she removed her hands from her mouth, where she saw the thin spray of blood across them. Wiping them clean on a paper towel in a panic and leaving the bathroom stall she sat back down in her seat. She felt a small cough erupting again so she asked the nearest flight attendant for a glass of water. She took a small sip and felt the fit relax as she sat back in her seat again and began to sleep, her mind at rest. That couldn't be said about the elderly couple beside her. They saw the red rim that wasn't lipstick along the cup she had just drunk. They chose to ignore it and just pretended they hadn't seen anything.
The flight ended without incident and Danielle began her life of therapy. His name was Micah Smith, a well-known expert in depression and anxiety issues in people after their post-war returns. He was fascinated by Danielle's quick decline and he immediately took her case on. She spoke of the incident with the woman quite frequently and Micah noted that she grew paler and shallower with each day she saw him. He made a note and put her under suicide watch with someone to check on her each day.
One day Danielle woke up, in a cold sweat as usual. She had grown used to this in the two weeks she had been home. She took two of the Prozac that Micah had prescribed for her depression. She always had trouble keeping them down and today was no different. After the glass of water she stumbled to the bathroom where she began to vomit violently, spewing not food, but blood into the toilet. She realized that she was in trouble and began to move towards the phone, feeling her body growing weaker. Her head was spinning and he had trouble remembering what she was trying to do. Soon she was hit with another coughing fit and she sank to the floor coughing into the floor unable to move. She felt the world fading around her and she closed her eyes.
OMG! You are now GOD in my eyes for reminding me of spaceballsKing of the Sandbox said:I can do that with Spaceballs and Clerks.YouCallMeNighthawk said:Because i've watch pulp fiction enough to say everything they say in time with the movie
"Oh man! .... I shot marvin in the face" HAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
A friend of mine and myself got kicked out of a gaming/comic/tabletop RPG store by reciting Spaceballs and getting to the "Keep firing, assholes!" part.
That's pretty awesome.
"What happened to then? we past that, when? just now ... we're in now now" HAHAHA!
or "who's he? he's an asshole sir. i know that but what's his name? that is his name sir! major asshole!"
I think i may rumble that out and watch it now
Pretty good, pretty good. I dig it.Lost In The Void said:
You'd certainly be better than my current DM, whose motto is "There's a (insert randomly rolled monster) in front of the inn, attacking people. What do you do?".
Never a bad idea. ^_^YouCallMeNighthawk said:OMG! You are now GOD in my eyes for reminding me of spaceballsKing of the Sandbox said:I can do that with Spaceballs and Clerks.YouCallMeNighthawk said:Because i've watch pulp fiction enough to say everything they say in time with the movie
"Oh man! .... I shot marvin in the face" HAHAHAHAHAHA! XD
A friend of mine and myself got kicked out of a gaming/comic/tabletop RPG store by reciting Spaceballs and getting to the "Keep firing, assholes!" part.
That's pretty awesome.
"What happened to then? we past that, when? just now ... we're in now now" HAHAHA!
or "who's he? he's an asshole sir. i know that but what's his name? that is his name sir! major asshole!"
I think i may rumble that out and watch it now
And my favorite part is when Michael Winslow (of Police Acadamy fame) calls over Dark Helmet and Colonel Sanders and says, "I'm having trouble with the radar sir.", still speaking into his comm, even though they're right there. Then, when Col. Sanders says, "You don't need that, private. We're right here.", he says it again, without the comm, but uses his voice talents to sound like he still is, and Dark Helmet flips out on the comm, tearing it wildly from his console.
I still laugh like a maniac at that part. And if you listen carefully, you can hear that it made Winslow laugh a little in his voice throughout his next line.
I can't help but wonder... do all of you who just put 'girlfriend/fiance/etc' as your only response think you're not awesome alone?
I hope not, cause that'd be kinda sad. T_T
I hope not, cause that'd be kinda sad. T_T
Ugh I hate playing like that. If I want an escape I want to actually escape and that's why I usually end up either writing stories or Rping stories. Actually there is one RP on this site that I created an entire detailed world for so that I could say it had some originality to itKing of the Sandbox said:
IM awesome because I can take my legs behind my head, because I shoot milk and water from my eyes, and because I'm somewhat Insane WROAAAARRRR!!!
Depends. Have you ever gotten laid by walking up to a group of MILFs at a soccer game and asking, "Hey, you ladies dig Farmville? Yeah. That was me."Mark Bendon said:
If so, then yes. If not, then not as much.
