Lichfield, UK TS Mac Daddy and Soviet Power were doing their daily patrol routine around the streets somewhere in...Lichfield. MD and SP were together in one patrol unit, while TS was alone. MD and SP are in Unit 17, and TS was in Unit 18. Later... "All units be advised, a robbery has occured at the bank at *insert street name here*, the suspects are fleeing from the scene, one of them is in a red weater and jeans, the other two are in white shirts and black trousers. They are armed with an AK-47, a...prototype peach gun and hump gun respectively. All units, move out." So the two active units at the moment turned on their sirens and quickly advanced in the Police Vaxhaull Vectras to the scene were the 3 robbers were running away towards a white van. As TS so their faces, he gasped. "Hey I know those guys, its the same gang that commited all those stealing and killing shit long time ago!!" Apparently the people in the gang were Pethegreat, Punk Rawker and BK aka DA MAN. The 3 gangsters quickly rushed into a van with its side door open and the van ran away quickly. "Unit 18 to base, the suspects are getting away in a white Toyota Hiace, license plate P435 PTG." "All units be advised, be on the lookout for a white Toyota Hiace, license plate P435 PTG." The driver of the van was jhawk906. "Attention everyone inside the van, you now are to pull over immedietely and exit the vehicle with your hands in the air." Units 17 and 18 were in Hot Pursuit as the van sped away at 180 through a bust street. "The suspects are not responding, requesting backup." In the van, Pethegreat: "Lets beat the shit out of those British scums!" "Yeah!" The other 2 said. What happened next is that the back door of the van opened and they opened fire onto the 3 Vauxhall police cars (one of them being an extra unit) with their peach and hump guns. The extra police car was hit and was sent crashing head on into a lampost. "Man down, man down!!" MD cried into his walkie-talkie. Kinda busy now, I'll continue part 2 later...:lol:
Here's my addition to the story: Suddenly, out of nowhere, a beautiful blue particle with a tail like a comet (see sig) flew straight into the car. Everyone tried to waft it out but no one could. All of a sudden, it flew out of the car at Mach 2, heading straight up like a flare. The strange thing was, there was no sonic boom. To be continued (by another GF member!)...
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Soviet Power leaned out of the window and threw a lemming which got stuck up the exhaust of the Toyota van.
Ugh you arse! My hometown, I hate you! :lol:
Suddenly, the particle that flew into the car ask TS what he thinks to my avatar (see appropriate thread in Graphics Department.) He also asks what everybody else thinks.
P.S. Since when can particles talk?
I wonder where you got such an idea for this thread... :p
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*throws a lemming at WW2Dude for asking questions* :0wned:
/me stares blankly, because lemmings lack the ability to travel through phone lines
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/me blinkes then throws another lemming for the hell of it.
Piercing the veil.
9th August 2003
Prototype peach guns? British scum? and I'm not in it? You dare defy the dark lord, Exploder? :D
Ok, I'll continue this for a little....
Out of a dark alley across town, Lord Wiener stumbles, peaches in his hands. He throws them up in the air, screaming "Fly, my comrades! Fly to safety!". It turns out that "safety" ended up being a disgruntled accountant's cup of tea in the café across the street, splattering peach infusion all over his white shirt.
The accountant got up and said "Hey you pillock! How am I supposed to go to work like this?! Are you even listening, you punk?"
But, alas, Lord Wiener was not paying full attention to the man's expression of anger. He was staring at the end can of a coke can that had mysteriously appeared in his left nostril. After pulling it out, he thought intensely, for he knew what consequences this could have and what kind of path in life he would go ...again. He knew that if he drank this ...delicious... can of coke, he would go on a sugar rush. And he still remembered what happened last time....
"I'll only open it a little", Lord Wiener said to himself, "that way, if I decide not to drink it, I can still just throw it away." He pulled the ring, and the can let out that "shhhhhhhhh" that he had yearned for for sooo long. "NO! I...must...not...give in...", he said, "...not here...." But the voices inside his head thought otherwise, and, possessing his right arm, knocked back the entire contents of the can in one go.
"Here we go again", he thought to himself, "here we g..g...peeeeeeaaaachhheeees"
"HEY! I AM TALKING TO YOU, YOU IMBECILE!", the accountant screamed. By this time a small crowd had gathered around the two. Lord Wiener slowly turned his head toward the man. "How dare he speak to me that way?", he thought. For he had once again become Lord Wiener, Dark Lord of the Peach.
Calmly, he reached for a peach out of his mantle pocket and ate it. Taking the pit, he thrusts it into the accountant's throat. He punctures it and damages the throat, the larynx, to be exact, effectively silencing his insolence.
Lord Wiener stuffs peaches down the newly formed hole, before biting the man's nose off. "There it is again....that funny taste", he thought, "oh no, that means...."
Yes, it meant that the Dark Lord had once again got the taste for human blood. And he wasn't stopping.
Lord Wiener quickly draws peaches from his mantle and begins pelting the crowd with peaches, killing three instantly and wounding four others. The Dark Lord began shredding the corpses and dunking his peaches in blood before eating them. "What a lovely day for a manslaughter, and it's not even ...why is my watch blinking 12?", he thinks to himself, as he strolls down the street, looking for more victims to quench his thirst. He found that his peaches tasted better with that red stuff....
There. Instant expansion of storyline and insertion of character. Sorry if it is a little long.