After the Pandemic: The Enemy of My Enemy (part 27): Kings and Bullies (1072 hits)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/61238 -- Introduction -- Jack McCallum
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61350 -- Variant C -- Jack McCallum
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61505 -- Part 1: Brianna
http://www.ubersite.com/m/61614 -- Part 2: Khalid
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63145 -- Part 3: The Meeting
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63504 -- Part 4: The Conversation
http://www.ubersite.com/m/63663 -- Part 5: The Story of Manhattan
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64024 -- Part 6: On the Streets of Jersey
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64325 -- Part 7: Tome
http://www.ubersite.com/m/64611 -- Part 8: Faing
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65301 -- Part 9: The Gathering
http://www.ubersite.com/m/65871 -- Part 10: Men Amongst Giants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66684 -- Part 11: The Temptress and The Aristocrat
http://www.ubersite.com/m/66752 -- Part 12: Trial by Blood
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67296 -- Part 13: Words and Swords
http://www.ubersite.com/m/67769 -- Part 14: Details and Divinity
http://www.ubersite.com/m/68760 -- Part 15: Into the Breach
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69588 -- Part 16: The Ambassador of New York
http://www.ubersite.com/m/69741 -- Part 17: The Devil in the Details
http://www.ubersite.com/m/70550 -- Part 18: The Joker's Wild
http://www.ubersite.com/m/71764 -- Part 19: The Remnants
http://www.ubersite.com/m/72757 -- Part 20: From Below
http://www.ubersite.com/m/73718 -- Part 21: Rise and Shine
http://www.ubersite.com/m/74077 -- Part 22: Hush Little Baby
http://www.ubersite.com/m/74577 -- Part 23: The Prince and the Aristocrat
http://www.ubersite.com/m/75490 -- Part 24: The Empty State Building
http://www.ubersite.com/m/76214 -- Part 25: Come Out and Play
http://www.ubersite.com/m/76956 -- Part 26: Staring Down the Monster
"HA!!" The Butcher snorted, his nose ring bouncing on his upper lip. "I'll have them for my supper!! You think you can stop me, Prince?"
Khalid set his sack of limbs to the side. "Do you think you can stop ME?"
"What is that?" The Butcher grumbled, eyeing Khalid's bleeding luggage.
"It's most of your second-in-command. Perhaps the rest of him is inching his way here like the worm he is, to watch your end."
The King of New York roared with the voice of a rockslide and struck the floor between his feet, burying his hand up to the wrist. "NOTHING CAN END ME!! No one is strong enough! I am the Monster of York, and YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!"
Tyler tugged Brianna by the arm and began to gain some distance. The space between the Monster and the Prince crackled.
"And so the bully turns to bluster as he realizes he faces a greatness he cannot hope to match." Khalid purred through gleaming teeth. "You do not scare me, little tyrant. I am the instrument of your end. You can not chase away your doom this day."
"RRRRAHH!" The Butcher snatched up a chunk of masonry from a ruined pillar and hurled it at Khalid. The Arab leaned smoothly to one side, letting it pass by. It crashed through the wall behind him like it was made of twigs.
Close behind it was the Butcher, hands open and twitching with the anticipation of rending his enemy apart. Khalid spun away from the grab, slicing down with his blade. Three thick fingers dropped to the ground like bloody sausages. The Butcher flung his mangled fist out in a sweeping arc. Khalid jumped straight up, letting the blow pull the air underneath him. He kicked out before he landed, catching the Butcher in the nose with his heel. Khalid heard the bone crack with satisfaction, and a dark smile tugged eagerly at the corner of his mouth.
The Butcher threw a front kick with inhuman speed. Khalid wasn't able to completely avoid it. It was like a truck had clipped him. He spun awkwardly in the air, landing on his stomach. He rolled to the side as an elephant's foot pulverized the piece of floor he came to rest on. From a half-kneel, he swept his scimitar in an outward arc, cutting through the tendons in the back of the Butcher's knee. The monster went down with a surprised grunt.
Khalid stayed behind him. He whipped his weapon in a circle around himself, ending the movement with a horizontal slash, hoping to sever the Butcher's spinal cord. But the Butcher lashed out blindly, kicking out behind him like a mule. A heel nearly the size of Khalid's head caught him in the chest sent him flying.
The Arab crashed through a wall and slid to a stop. His sword was lost. He got to his feet quickly. The wall he had come through exploded at him as the Butcher surged through it. He shielded his eyes from debris as he darted to the side.
Khalid went on the attack. He weaved his way around the Butcher's devastating blows and rained his own back upon him. For every strike Khalid dodged, he answered with two of his own. Soon the Butcher was inched back through the vast aperture he created in the wall. He felt every attack the Butcher made before he threw it; a wave of sloppy anger that washed over his face like a foul breath. The Prince ducked a swooping left and landed three punches solidly in his abdomen, breaking a rib. Khalid was acutely aware of his own severed ribs cutting inside him, but he pushed it out of his mind. Then the Butcher's injured knee collapsed and he went down, wide open.
Or so Khalid thought. He aimed a crushing blow at the hybrid's temple, but the Butcher angled his head at the last second. Khalid's fist smashed itself against a forehead thick enough to stop magnum slugs. His ulna and two metacarpals snapped like twigs under the pressure. Before his injury even registered, he took an uppercut to the jaw. He bounced off the ceiling and onto the floor.
The Butcher splashed down on him, a heavy slab of scabrous muscle. His bulk was smothering. The Butcher's drove his fist into Khalid's face. The impact was like a grenade going off in his head. He struck another blow, and Khalid could not respond. Then he struck another. And another. With nowhere else to go, Khalid's head was partially imbedded into the floor.
The victor grinned through his sharpened teeth. He licked his enemy's blood off his knuckles. "I knew it. You taste like curry." He raised his good hand for the final blow, the one that would shatter Khalid's skull like an apple under a sledgehammer.
Suddenly the air whooshed and screamed in a silent roar. Tyler and Brianna watched with mousy eyes and open jaws as everything around Khalid jumped into the air. The Butcher found himself shot out of a cannon, rising floor after floor after floor as he smashed through ceilings like a Teflon bullet through walls. A maelstrom of debris trailed him. Then he found a moment of weightlessness. He grasped blindly at the nothing of air, and began to fall.
Khalid could barely move. His brain was made up of steel wool and broken glass. His left eye was swollen shut, and his body throbbed in a dozen different places. His sun-wound burned like a lash from the Devil's whip, and his gut was cold and aching where Quill had impaled him. The once-Prince of Baghdad groggily propped himself up on his elbows and looked up. A torrent of dust and rock and steel was bearing down on him. He raised his hand to create a pocket for himself, but there was nothing left. He had used it all up in an all-or-nothing moment, and now that moment was returning to Khalid with the same irresistible force he had sent it by.
He saw Tyler and Brianna holding each other near the motionless forms of Bashir and Cash. He scowled at them.
"Run." He hissed.
Then he was lost as thousands of pounds of rubble pounded down on his position; a concentrated rockslide that hit him like it was looking for revenge. The floors shook and the sound vibrated through the walls. Tyler and Brianna dove for cover as the entire floor flooded with choking dust and sediment. They covered their mouths and coughed into their hands.
They waited until it was almost silent before they got up. Tyler tried to wave the dust out of the air, and caught sight of the color of his hand. He looked at Brianna and almost laughed in a mixture of amusement and shock. It looked like they had taken a chalk bath.
He shook most of the dust out of his hair and looked around. Visibility was still terrible, but what little he could see resembled a war zone. The lights that still worked flickered in the ceiling and buzzed in their death throes. A pile of rubble was stacked up to the wide hole in the ceiling. Small chips and pebbles continued to trickle down with a hiss.
Tyler heard something shift on the opposite side of the pile. He made his way around to get a clear line of sight. He peered through the dust, but saw nothing.
"Khalid?" Brianna said.
No response. Tyler and Brianna eyed each other. He looked around for his shotgun, but it was buried treasure now. All he had was a pistol with half a clip.
"Khalid?" More noise. They crept slowly around the rubble, giving it a wide berth. A little further, and they saw a shape in the fog, squirming under broken beams and chunks of tile. A big shape.
Too big.
"Shit," Tyler muttered as he began to back up.
The shape pulled itself up from the wreckage, freeing its legs.
"Baby, we gotta go. Let's go." Tyler dragged Brianna backwards.
"But - "
"He's buried! We gotta go!"
The shape began to walk towards them with heavy steps. He laughed to himself, and the noise seemed to belong amongst the destruction.
"NOW!" Tyler gave her a hard yank, and she came with him. The turned and ran, navigating around obstacles and jumping over uneven ground. The thumping footsteps followed behind them, unhurried. Tyler stole a look behind him as they ran. It was still just a massive shape, but through gaps in the masonry fog he would spy a crocodile grin, a golden eye. Tyler squeezed off a round behind him, hoping to slow it down.
The lovers suddenly bounced off something firm and fell on their backsides. "The fuck --?" Tyler brought his pistol up.
Another improbably large shape loomed before him. This one was almost as wide as it was tall.
"Sorray 'bout that, wee mates."
Faing, Tyler realized. Oh thank God. He winked at them, barely visible under a bushy red eyebrow. The Scot looked like he was out on the moors for a morning stroll. Except that his clothes were torn, his hands were covered in blood, and he had someone's disembodied leg slung over his shoulder like he was playing baseball.
"Best be runnin' along noo, lass and laddie. Find a safe playce for a while."
Tyler didn't have to be told twice. He grabbed Brianna by the wrist and took off just as the Butcher materialized in the settling dust.
"You," the Butcher said, in the manner one addresses an unwanted guest. "I almost forgot about you."
"Aye, 'tis me." Faing answered cheerfully. "I've been sairchin' fer yeh, yeh plooky cunt. Yeh think yoor the 'ardest prick aroond, but I see yeh fer the saggy tit y'are. High tyme yoo an' I 'ad this oot!" Faing charged, cocking his meaty paw back for a devastating hit.
The Butcher didn't give him the chance. The variant plowed him in the face with a straight right, sending him flying back the way he came like a furry boulder from a catapult. Faing landed hard, gouging a trench in the rubble until he came to rest.
Slowly, he got up. The Butcher looked at him with a curled lip. The Scot put his hand to his lips, and when he took it away he saw his fingers were red with blood. Faing looked back at the Butcher. And he smiled.
"Finally." He grinned. "FUCKIN' FINALLY!! HA HA HA!"
He tackled the Butcher while his head was still tilted to one side in confusion. They tumbled to the ground, throwing bombs at each other.
"'Mon thenyeh fuckin' arse!" Faing ended on top and rained his fists down. The Butcher threw him off and came to his feet. Faing came in again, and just like before the Butcher was ready with a haymaker that could fell oaks. But the Scot came in low, burying his shoulder into the Butcher's gut. He lifted the variant over his head and slammed him to the floor by his ankles. Spinning like an athlete performing an Olympic hammer toss, Faing threw the Butcher across the room.
"'Mon back, fannybawz!" Faing chased after his new projectile. But the Butcher was not running. From dusty air a block of granite the size of truck tire appeared, hurtling across the room in the time it takes to blink. Faing didn't have time to say "fuck" before the boulder smashed into his face. His feet kicked into the air and he fell on his back, spitting out rocks and teeth. The Butcher was on him like fire, stomping on him with piledriver force. Suddenly Faing was hoisted up in the air by his belt and neck and then slammed down on the floor, again and again, like he was a hammer the Butcher was trying to split rocks with.
"RRRRAAH!! I've had enough of you fucking weaklings!! I'll smash you into PASTE!"
"Fuckin' spotty cunt!" Faing finally managed to pull the Butcher's good hand from his neck, and grabbed hold of the Butcher's face. His mangled hand, missing the fingers inbetween his thumb and pinky, lost its grip on his belt. They fell to the ground again, rolling about, grabbing and hitting each other with furious frequency.
The Butcher came out in a much better position than the smaller Scot and pinned him on his side. His wounded hand pushed on the back of Faing's head, while his good one pulled on his chin. The cords in Faing's neck sprung to life, trying to save his vertebrae. The muscles in the Butcher's arms and shoulders looked ready to explode.
"Hear that grinding? Ha ha! I'm gonna snap your pencil neck!"
"Fat...merfucker..." Faing's words stumbled over gritted teeth.
"You're done. You can't stop me." His muscles surged, and Faing's head turned around another inch. "Ha ha, what do you have? You can't turn into mist or push me off with your mind. You're just an alcoholic sheep-fucker who thinks he's strong." His voice slithered into Faing's head, cracked lips brushing his ear. "You don't know what strong is! You can't do anything I can't do better!"
The Butcher felt a crunch and a slight tingling in his hand, and suddenly his grip on Faing's chin was lost. Faing kicked him away, and came up with blood dripping down his beard. He spat the Butcher's severed index finger from his mouth.
"Izzat right? Fuckin' point at me, then!"
The Butcher looked at his hands. He now had as many fingers as he had bloody stumps. Rage clouded his vision. The monster let out a roar that could abort children and shot himself at Faing. The two juggernauts crashed together with the sound of terrible thunder.
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Tyler and Brianna did not get far before he abruptly stopped. He stared ahead blankly.
"What? What's wrong?" Brianna asked, looking around.
"There's no running, Bree." His eyes met hers. "Where are we gonna run to?"
She opened her mouth to answer, then realized she had none.
"Our future is being decided back there," he said, jerking his thumb in the direction of noises that resembled a demolition crew at work. "Not out here. Maybe we can't take the Butcher down ourselves. But our friends are still here. Let's find the others."
Brianna nodded, chewing her lip. Every inch of her told her to flee, to run away from these stinking unholy creatures with Tyler and never look back. But there was nowhere to go. He held his hand out. She placed hers in it. She pulled him to her with savage strength, attacking his lips with her own. The kiss burned between them, it warmed her chest and her belly and tingled down to her core. His hands pressed on the small of her back and tangled in her hair. They kissed like it was their last.
With a gasp, she pushed herself away. "Let's go." She said.
They went hunting for friends and enemies.
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It wasn't long before they found some. The fighting had spilled to other floors, where battered remnants of both sides fought for their lives across a battlefield of corpses and writhing bodies that hung between death and life. Tyler picked an Ingram Mac-10 off a fallen Luker. He thought it might be Paul but the face was unrecognizable. Brianna found an M-16 and three clips.
Coming in from the enemy's unprotected flank, the lovers struck with a surgical precision, targeting brains and hearts. Brianna shot out two pairs of kneecaps, turning the veecees into sitting ducks. As the enemy turned to face the new attackers, their backs turned to their old ones, and several more fell with gaping holes in their chests and heads.
Before much longer, it was over. The handful of human survivors panted rested their hands on their knees in weary relief.
"Get up," Tyler snapped. "All of you, up. This isn't over yet. Sykes." He pointed to a smallish man with large eyes. "That radio work?" Sykes nodded. "Good. Put out the call to anyone left who can walk, limp, or crawl their way here. We're making our last push."
"Last push...where?" Sykes said between breaths.
Tyler looked up. A rumbling noise vibrated along the ceiling. "Up there. Where it's all gonna end."
User Reviews
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-04-06 11:53:00 EDT (#)
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"I knew it. You taste like curry."
Submitted by notyou (user info) at 2005-12-21 15:15:43 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2005-11-16 03:25:13 EST (#)
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It's good, but the fight between Faing and the butcher got a tad repetitive for me
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:16:08 EST (#)
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I love the idea of faing fighting the butcher. Glad you gave Khalid a little cameo ruck though.
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-10-28 12:55:03 EDT (#)
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You make my day every time one of these come out. You need to keep making my day more often....
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-10-28 12:36:47 EDT (#)
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I just laughed so hard I shat myself.
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Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:16:18 (#)
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...drinking the blood of vestigal virgins...
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:53:46 EDT (#)
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First off :
"Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:29:40 (#)
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I already have my next assignment...it's continuing that Grueberfest story I did."
YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
now....as always.......thank you, great work, PUBLISH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am surprised, that you never intended Khalid and the Butcher to fight.....that seemed to
be what things were leading up to.....I mean, I guess size wise, Faing would make sense as
well, and I am loving that fight sequence as well......just caught me off guard is all......
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for brightening my Friday......
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:53:38 EDT (#)
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OH UNHOLY MOTHERFUCK!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:34:41 EDT (#)
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Someone asked me where I got that picture, and now I can't find my way back to it. It was in google image but I can't remember what I used to search for it.
Sorry.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:32:04 EDT (#)
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KHALID IS NOT DEAD
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:29:40 EDT (#)
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I already have my next assignment...it's continuing that Grueberfest story I did.
Though the thought of Khalid's early years is intriguing, I don't want to be about nothing but vampires. There's more to me than that! Like...uh...trolls. And pixies. And reverse-vampires.
Submitted by mbstateside (user info) at 2005-10-28 11:16:18 EDT (#)
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More great, great stuff. I shit you not when I say that your ability to get my heart pumping is as good as many and a great deal better than many a published author. At one point I was about to shout "Run Atreyu!" (Neverending story reference)
All this needs to become a book is a bit of editing and some filling in of the gaps between chapters.
Oh and seeing as you've nearly finished with this now I'm sure you wont mind if I set your next assignment.
I'd like an equally long series detailing Khalids early years. You know hanging around ancient Persia, breaking into hareams, drinking the blood of vestigal virgins, all the things your average adolesent Vamp does while waiting for Baghdad to be built so he can stroll along and be prince of of the place.
There'll be an uncle to I think he'll be a nasty pasty I'm guessing maybe killing off Khalids brother or somthing. Setting khalid off on lots of adventures in his quest for vengence. Which he will ofcourse get but only right at the end just as it looks like it's all going to go wrong.
Got that? Good.
Have it on my desk by Monday please.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-10-28 10:49:39 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by bigbabylons (user info) at 2005-10-28 09:13:39 EDT (#)
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Good show old chap
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-10-28 08:30:40 EDT (#)
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You killed off Khalid...?
Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2005-10-28 07:16:25 EDT (#)
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I'm not going to lie, I never read any of these. Not because I don't think they're good, I'm sure they are. It's just I lose attention so quickly. The +2 is for writing 27 parts to anything.
Bravo!
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2005-10-28 06:43:45 EDT (#)
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amazing.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2005-10-28 06:34:02 EDT (#)
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damn you for posting this when I don't have time to read it!
Submitted by Fabit (user info) at 2005-10-28 06:21:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sterculius (user info) at 2005-10-27 22:52:14 (#)
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Jesus H. Motherfucking Christ!! You're up to 26??? I left off at 17, now I see this. Got some reading to do.
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I'm so jealous of you, i wish i wasn't up to date, then i would be reading them all for the first time afresh again.
Looking forward to 28!!
Submitted by Viper_04 (user info) at 2005-10-28 05:28:18 EDT (#)
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I small part of me grows fonder of you every time you release a new part...In a serious, no sexual-undertone kind of way of course...errr...yeah
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-28 02:46:25 EDT (#)
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I just sent all this to random house under my name and scored a deal.
I'll give you a small cut, of course.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-10-27 23:19:10 EDT (#)
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This was definately worth the wait. I hope the next one comes out in a more timely fashion though.
Where did you get the picture?
Submitted by Sterculius (user info) at 2005-10-27 22:52:14 EDT (#)
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Jesus H. Motherfucking Christ!! You're up to 26??? I left off at 17, now I see this. Got some reading to do.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-10-27 22:43:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hcp28 (user info) at 2005-10-27 21:19:44 EDT (#)
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This was awesome! I can't wait for the next. Now hurry it up! *whip crack*
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:48:46 EDT (#)
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Bayley, that made me laugh, by the way...
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:48:28 EDT (#)
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What?! Never!!
I need that for...uh...peeing. And pleasuring imaginary women. Imaginary-Salma-Hayek can't get enough of my love rod.
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:44:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:39:34 (#)
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Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:35:33 (#)
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if you dont make this into a fucking novel, im driving up to canada and slapping you silly.
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ARE YOU THREATENING ME??
i keel yoo
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thats a fucking threat!
i make you cut off your own fucking dick!
Submitted by Bayley (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:42:05 EDT (#)
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er...BOOK!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:41:43 EDT (#)
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I can't believe how long I had to wait for this!
Furthermore, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!
Good stuff here.
The 'taste like curry' line cracked me up.
Submitted by Bayley (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:41:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:39:56 EDT (#)
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This has come along well.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:39:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:35:33 (#)
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if you dont make this into a fucking novel, im driving up to canada and slapping you silly.
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ARE YOU THREATENING ME??
i keel yoo
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:35:33 EDT (#)
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if you dont make this into a fucking novel, im driving up to canada and slapping you silly.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:22:18 EDT (#)
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woohoo!
almost done!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:19:57 EDT (#)
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Also, I never ever intended the Butcher and Khalid to fight, until people started talking about how much they wanted to see it. Plus as I was writing the buildup, it felt...cool for Khalid to be involved. So I caved and threw a bit of physical conflict in here. Maybe I shouldn't have. But I always wanted Faing and the Butcher to fight.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-27 20:18:01 EDT (#)
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I don't know why every picture I attach lately is three times larger than it should be.
Anyway, FUNNY STORY about this entry; I had about 99% of it done for the longest time, but thought I had so much more to do for it. Then I sat down and started to chip away at it, wrote about twelve lines and found myself in a perfect spot for a chapter break. Isn't that HYSTERICAL??
HA HA HA!! HA! Ha...ha...ehhh.
Sorry guys.