This next sequence is going to be very graphic, depicting around 200 security guards getting disembowled, decapitated, and otherwise mutilated (Try this at home, kids!*)
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Running down the hallway. That's all he was doing at the moment. That, and setting off every alarm in the complex, alerting every security team to his presence. So, all Johnny was doing was running. And running. And running.
He finally realized that he was never going to get out just by running aimlessly through a place where he had no idea of the layout. So, he turned around, still grinning like an insane person, and faced the near 200 security irkens after him.
"Freeze, you smeet!" yelled a random security guard in the crowd of security guards.
"My. Name. Is. Johnny. Never forget that." Johnny said in response, lifting the knife higher over his head.
"You can't be called Johnny, we haven't issued you a name yet!" yelled another security guard.
"Enough talk! Shoot him now!" yelled the first security guard. For a moment that seemingly hung frozen in time forever, noone made a single movement. Then, all at once, all hell broke loose - around 30 high energy pulse cannon pistols fired simultaneously at Johnny, erupting in a brilliant flash.
"HA! We got.... him?" A security guard in the front said as he looked on as the smoke cleared. Stepping out of the smoke, came Johnny, unscathed, still holding the bloody knife, being protected by the energy sheild version of the spider legs. The blasts had just bounced off of him. Retracting the spider legs, all Johnny had to say was
"I. Said. My. Name. Is. JOHNNY!!!!" as he lunged at the nearest security guard, knife first. The knife sliced through his throat, and came clean out his mouth. with an almighty cough, spitting up about a gallon of purple blood (Irken Hemoglobin doesn't contain Iron, so It's purple), the first security guard went limp, the life that was in him quenched by Johnny's unholy rage.
Pulling the knife out, he went after the next one, jamming it at the top of his chest, and dragin the blade down, splitting open the security guard's chest with the cracking of his ribcage. With the chest open, and his squedally-spootch spilling everywhere, creating a pool of purple blood, Johnny just reached up his victims throat, felt around a little, and then pulled out the guys brain.
Swish. Swish. Swish. The Next three were decapited with three quick hacks with the knife, then taking it and jamming it straight through another victims head.
"I think he gets the point!" Johnny said with a chuckle, standing over his dead body.
"ANYONE ELSE WANT A PEICE OF ME?!?!?" He yelled, as about 20 guards ran off. The remainging one's had surrouded him, and started to fire. The spider legs in sheild configuration won't work, he thought to himself. Just as the bolts left the barrells, Johnny's spider legs pulled him to the ceiling, out of harms way.
The 40 bolts met each other in the middle, ricoched off each other, and went straight back into the barrell of the gun that had fired it. Each gun went a bright red right before exploding. Every security guard had been incinerated. Well, not totally. There were a couple of arms, legs, part of a head, and a torso left, some twitching occasionally, while uselssly bleeding on the floor.
"I guess that'll teach you to not call me Johnny," he said to the half of the head that hadn't been annihilated. He went to the torso, hooked into it, found the floor plans, and exited (without setting off any alarms) to the surface of Irk.
There was one thing that was bothering him though....
How did I know that my name was Johnny?
To Be Continued...
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*Stupid people: I am being as sarcastic as I possibly can be when I says this. The only reason that I'm adding this is because I don;t want a lot a nasty email cluttering up my inbox, saying that some stupid people actually did try this at home...
anyway, please review!
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Running down the hallway. That's all he was doing at the moment. That, and setting off every alarm in the complex, alerting every security team to his presence. So, all Johnny was doing was running. And running. And running.
He finally realized that he was never going to get out just by running aimlessly through a place where he had no idea of the layout. So, he turned around, still grinning like an insane person, and faced the near 200 security irkens after him.
"Freeze, you smeet!" yelled a random security guard in the crowd of security guards.
"My. Name. Is. Johnny. Never forget that." Johnny said in response, lifting the knife higher over his head.
"You can't be called Johnny, we haven't issued you a name yet!" yelled another security guard.
"Enough talk! Shoot him now!" yelled the first security guard. For a moment that seemingly hung frozen in time forever, noone made a single movement. Then, all at once, all hell broke loose - around 30 high energy pulse cannon pistols fired simultaneously at Johnny, erupting in a brilliant flash.
"HA! We got.... him?" A security guard in the front said as he looked on as the smoke cleared. Stepping out of the smoke, came Johnny, unscathed, still holding the bloody knife, being protected by the energy sheild version of the spider legs. The blasts had just bounced off of him. Retracting the spider legs, all Johnny had to say was
"I. Said. My. Name. Is. JOHNNY!!!!" as he lunged at the nearest security guard, knife first. The knife sliced through his throat, and came clean out his mouth. with an almighty cough, spitting up about a gallon of purple blood (Irken Hemoglobin doesn't contain Iron, so It's purple), the first security guard went limp, the life that was in him quenched by Johnny's unholy rage.
Pulling the knife out, he went after the next one, jamming it at the top of his chest, and dragin the blade down, splitting open the security guard's chest with the cracking of his ribcage. With the chest open, and his squedally-spootch spilling everywhere, creating a pool of purple blood, Johnny just reached up his victims throat, felt around a little, and then pulled out the guys brain.
Swish. Swish. Swish. The Next three were decapited with three quick hacks with the knife, then taking it and jamming it straight through another victims head.
"I think he gets the point!" Johnny said with a chuckle, standing over his dead body.
"ANYONE ELSE WANT A PEICE OF ME?!?!?" He yelled, as about 20 guards ran off. The remainging one's had surrouded him, and started to fire. The spider legs in sheild configuration won't work, he thought to himself. Just as the bolts left the barrells, Johnny's spider legs pulled him to the ceiling, out of harms way.
The 40 bolts met each other in the middle, ricoched off each other, and went straight back into the barrell of the gun that had fired it. Each gun went a bright red right before exploding. Every security guard had been incinerated. Well, not totally. There were a couple of arms, legs, part of a head, and a torso left, some twitching occasionally, while uselssly bleeding on the floor.
"I guess that'll teach you to not call me Johnny," he said to the half of the head that hadn't been annihilated. He went to the torso, hooked into it, found the floor plans, and exited (without setting off any alarms) to the surface of Irk.
There was one thing that was bothering him though....
How did I know that my name was Johnny?
To Be Continued...
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*Stupid people: I am being as sarcastic as I possibly can be when I says this. The only reason that I'm adding this is because I don;t want a lot a nasty email cluttering up my inbox, saying that some stupid people actually did try this at home...
anyway, please review!