Duck and Cover

I take off my pants.

I hump Nico

I take out a pump-action shotgun and aim at Susan's head.
"Today is the first day of the end you life" I sneer.
Susan gets down on his knees as the barrel digs deeper into his ear. "Just tell my wife Nico I love him."
I spit on him, the gooey substance runs down a scar on his left cheek. I pull the trigger and my one true love is dead...

I weep. The bitter tears of loss snirkle down my chins.

I ask myself about the meaning of life. Why does it always have to be me who ends up finding his true love on a forum only to lose him to a jealous postwhore? I feel the pain crawling under my skin.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me. Distracting.. Reacting. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection. It's haunting how I can't seem... I tried so hard.. And got so far.. But in the end.. It doesn’t even matter.. I had to fall.. To lose it all.. But in the end.. It doesn’t even matter..


I'm about to BREAK

I cuddle up next to Nicolai, and tell him a dirty joke. Little does he know that I am not Naked_Lunch, but in fact I really am Susan, who in fact was Naked_Lunch.

The dashing rogue detective makes his entry, into the abonimation of a suburban hut, cunningly displaying all his masculinity in one single curl of the mustache.

"-Whats all this then?" he snears with a malicious grin, uncovering his nicotine-stained tongue, a fleshy, muscular organ that could fill a story of its own. Detective-sergeant Kenneth ( Antimeasure ) said nothing ( as he's offline ), only pointing to a heap of hair, cells and lead on the floor in the middle of the tidy livingroom, while covering his nasal area with an old mop of unruly hair, he probably scavenged in the basement/weed-combo.
The detective glared at the dead body of Susan, eyes piercing as diamonds in the night.
"-Shotgun to the head" he thought aloud, "no doubt about it, great, big exit wound."

The brains splattered on the walls gave him no clue to why this would have happened in a rough neighbourhood such as this one. His race through the house gave him a further insight, as the morning mail was still on top of a toaster inside the weed. He quickly noticed it, and grabbed it with his fierce, pulsating workman-hands.

"-Bills, bills, vibrating bed order, sexual appliences etc, letter from an uncle 'Jonathan', how nice, more bills..." he yelled in a pitch voice, but on the last piece of mail he muted. "Insurance" it said in big, bold letters.

Just like that, he had found a motive...

opens the weed door, ringing a bell: FOOD IS READY!

I jab susan in the eyes with my... fingers.

*OOC Hey the arena is pretty fuN!

PS: I grab Spazmo's 50 pound physics text and bash him over the head with it.

OOC: I haven't laughed this much in ages. You guys are the best.

Why always me?

Unfortunately, the textbook Franz was trying to hit me with was really a big fat biology book that's filled with thousands of pages of unbelievably tedious facts that have to be memorized. I wield the true instrument of physics--a pocket calculator and a 3"x4" card with a half dozen equations on it--and use the power of engineering! to build a magnetic railgun and fire at Franz depleted uranium slugs at relativistic velocities.

I get comfy on my extravagant armchair at my well-eqquipped balcony, drinking 18 years old Scottish whiskey, smoking a Cuban cigar and masturbating frantically. Watching engineering! at work is very exciting. The magic mushroom begins to grow and eventually bursts, spreading spores of joy and happiness all around the arena. Everyone feels a bit more gay than they did before.

I run in tired of all this stupidity of this with 50 pounds of C4 strapted to my torso. Little did anyone know i was indded a terrorist for some middle eastren country to hard to spell. I activate the C4 making a crater big enough for even ApTyp's ego to fit

I appear from nowhere and turn Super Saiyen 3000000 and become big and fat and fill the crater..so no one falls in!

I appear from nowhere and turn Super Saiyen 3000000 and become big and fat and fill the crater..so no one falls in!

I crouch down, sneak, take 1 trauma pack and 5 voodoo to get 50 bajillion million damage resistance. Since this however is Fallout Tactics, I can still die.

Unzipping my pants, I take the biggest shit on FalloutDudes head and it burns a hole through him.All the while screaming, "Prepare to be kashluk'd!"

I stare amazed at the biggest shit screaming "Prepare to be kashluk'd!" as I have never seen the biggest shit screaming before.

I then pass HpA an English book.

I then use Baby wipes to clean my head and my torso opens up exposiing millions kajillions of missles and fire them through out the whole arena then i fart killing everybody that does not poop!!!

i call your parents, getting you all grounded for a week.

I face off against Antimeasure. He tries to attack, but dies of old age before his punch can land.