I couldn't think of anything to write, so I asked my friend for a theme. She told me "Largo and zombies," so here it is. I'll also be adding more 'challenges' from my friends like this one, so please feel free to suggest something. I'm using it for writing practice.
Largo belongs to Fred, author of the web comic, Megatokyo. Go read it, it's hilarious. And this will make a whole lot more sense if you read it.
Challenge #1: Largo and zombies
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I looked out over the heaving mass of bodies. The horde's disgusting stink filled my nose, mingled with the sickening mist of an attempt at the scent of flowers.
They were worshipping something that only their own twisted minds could think worthy of all their wretched sacrifices.
I hefted my weapon, glancing at the crude substitute for what I would have preferred. The steel pipe paled in comparison to the broad sword I usually used, but it would have to do.
At least I had a vehicle. Scooters could do great damage and were useful in dispersing the undead (and other annoyances).
As I prepared to leap down and do some pwning, another horde appeared. These ones wore dark hoods, keeping in the shadows. But at the same time they showed off sharpened fangs.
Vampires. They swarmed with the undead mass, no doubt hoping for fresh blood. They could not feed upon the undead, so they joined forces with them.
I growled; yet a smirk slipped across my visage. This would be better than I had originally thought.
Twisting a handle to rev the engine, I tore across the street and into the horde, swinging my steel weapon.
However, before I had even felled half of them, a familiar face appeared to stop me.
"Largo! Leave the fanboys alone!" Piro yelled.
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Fanboys, zombies. What's the difference? This is seriously basically what Largo's thoughts are like.