(FFTA... nope... nope... nothing to do with me... but I DO own Microsoft... ok that's a lie. Maybe I should stop trying... NEVER!!!)
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Ok, 2 reviews, that's a start. Better than none. I've had one of those and it didn't feel too good. I really feel sorry for those who don't get reviews. Either the summary isn't good, or its a topic that isn't that interesting, or something, but perfectly fine writers don't get reviews... I dunno... I just feel like crap today. I should stop typing and get back to... typing... riiiight. O.o
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"Worse Than a Bar Fight in a Mexican Gun Show..."
by chero666
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Donar: "Uuuuugggghhh..."
Marshall: "Feel better?"
Donar: "Not rea-"
Marshall: "That's great! Look, now for more advice around here..."
I could tell the boy was trying to win some sympathy points from getting ill and throwing up, but that'll go away in a couple of seconds once I start talking. Sometimes a guy has to forget that he's sick to feel better... it'll relapse later... so, til then...
Marshall: "There are certain people around here who you CAN trust and those you can't."
Donar: "Really, like who?"
Marshall: "Well... me..."
Donar: "Who else?"
Marshall: "...aaaaaaaannnnnd.... I think that's about it..."
Donar: "... that was kinda pointless."
Marshall: "Not really. Not everyone's in here for murder or other things. But, just watch out for him, him, and him."
I point to three guy that' I know are dangerous. One was carving his name in the table with his teeth, one was threatening to stab someone's hand with a spoon if they didn't give him their cornbread (oh, the many jokes I have for that), and the last one was quietly eating dinner with very respectable table manners, making sure to keep his pinky extended when drinking from his cup.
Donar: "What's wrong with that last guy? He seems civilized."
Marshall: "Oh yeah? Yo, Jimmy! What time is it?"
The man jumped onto the table with a fork in hand, scream obsanities.
Jimmy: "I'LL KILL YOU! KILL ALL OF YOU! STAY AWAY FROM MY MEDICATION!! ALL OF YOU!! THOSE ARE MY BACONS!! THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS!!! CHICKEN!!!! AHHHHRRRAHARAHRHRRAHAHARAAAAA!!! Screaming!! AHHHRAARRAHAA!! BLAH!! BLAH!! BLAH!! BLAH!! TIMMY!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! "
Suddenly then man stops and hopped back into his seat, sipping his water (pinky out).
Donar: O.o "... what the..."
Marshall: "Ahh, good ole Babblin' Jim. Always there for a laugh... until he bites someone's face off, but I'll save that story for another day."
I kinda wish that I was paying attention, because a group of five, led by a Bangaa, pushed me and Donar out of our seats and laughed as they took 'em. I sat there, rubbing my ass for a second, and looked at Donar. He seemed fine, but kinda hurt. I guess he's the sensitive type...
Marshall: (to Donar) "You ok?"
Donar: "Yeah... lets find another seat."
Marshall: "Hell no! We were sitting there first."
I stood up and made my way back to those assholes.
Marshall: "What the hell was that for!?!"
Bangaa #1: (playing innocent) "What? I didn't do anything wrong."
Marshall: "You pushed me and my little friend of our seat."
Bangaa #1: "Your ssseat? No, no, you're missstaken. Thessse are our ssseatsss."
Him and his group of Bangaas all agreed and started to ignore me... no one ignores me... NO ONE... I slam my hand onto the table and stare at all of them.
Marshall: "I'm telling you to give us back our fucking places. Now!"
Bangaa #1: "No, get the hell out of here before I decccide to kick both of your assssesss."
I pause for a second and chuckled to myself.
Marshall: "Well, you rat-bassstardsss... if you won't get your lizard-assssess off of our ssseatsss, then I'm gonna hafta forccce them off..."
Bangaa #1: "Did you just call usss..."
I didn't even let him finish, cause at that second I tossed the cheap aluminum-topped table off to the side at his buddies and bashed the leader in the face with an elbow. He fell backwards.
Marshall: "The ground's pretty cold, isn't it? Perfect for that scaley skin you have."
On the ground, his little henchmen regrouped an the leaer signaled to them to attack.
Bangaa #1: "Get that asssshole!"
They instantly made their way towards me. I can't take on five bangaas at once... not without a weapon... I look around and all I've found was Donar by my feet... I can't use him as a weapon... unless...
Donar: "Don't even think it." -.-
Marshall: "Dammit!"
Ok... wait a sec.. I'm the Mess Hall... there's plenty of possibilities for weapons around here. Unfortunatley, for me, the four of the five lizards thought of the same thing before me. Two broke a bench and took the metal rodes that was holding them and two grabbed some forks and put them in between their fingers to create some make-shift claws... I'm boned...
Marshall: "Okey-dokey... lemme say something before you start... HOLY CRAP!!"
I run the opposite direction, while they gave chase. I usually don't run from people... but, crap man, they got weapons and all I've got was a Moogle that is one step away from pissing in his pants. Hey, that gives me and idea.
Donar: "NO!!"
Marshall: "How'd you know what I was gonna do!?!"
Thus, ending any future attempt I had at throwing my little companion to the wolves... er... lizards. I ran under a table and tried to think.
Marshall: "What should we do?"
Donar: "I dunno... try stabbing them with a knife or something..."
Marshall: "That's gotta be the stupidest, most retarded thing that I ever... (Blink! Blink!) sorry I wasn't listening, what'd you say again?"
Donar: "... a knife?" -.-
Marshall: "Well... better than nothing, I guess."
I reach on top of the table and started feeling around for a knife.
Marshall: "Wait... I think a got- OWWW!!!"
I pull my hand down and start babying it. Some jackass hit it with a metal rod... wait...
Marshall: "Oh crap!"
I grab Donar and jump out from underneath the table before it was broken in half when two of them drove their rods into the table. I layed on the ground for a second. I must've bashed my head on the concrete or something when I flew out from the table. I would've continued grimmacing pain of something hadn't interrupted my train of thought.
Donar: "Ahh!"
I look over and see Donar flying through the air and hitting the concrete wall. He falls to the floor, unconcious.
Marshall: "Donar!"
I run up to him, but he didn't move... he was still breathing though. Those assholes, hitting a little guy like that. He wasn't even trying to fight. At the most, beat the crap outta me. I, at the most, provoked them.
Marshall: "... you pieces of shit..."
I look up and see all five of them standing in front of me, proud of what they done. I raise myself to their level.
Marshall: "What're you smiling about?"
Bangaa #1: "Jussst you with your little buddy over there. Pathetic, really. You were trying to protect your friend, and look what happened."
Marshall: (starting to get pissed) "You find that amusing."
That wasn't a question. I was one step away from tear through these guys Slasher Movie style. I watched all of them prepare for an attack... shame, really... I left something out to them, too...
Bangaa #1: "Get 'em!!"
...this entire time... I was just fucking with them... they don't want to see me serious... too bad... hehe...
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Well, I wonder what's gonna happen here... in fact, I wondering SO much... I feel like stopping at the moment. ^^ R&R!!
HEP
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Ok, 2 reviews, that's a start. Better than none. I've had one of those and it didn't feel too good. I really feel sorry for those who don't get reviews. Either the summary isn't good, or its a topic that isn't that interesting, or something, but perfectly fine writers don't get reviews... I dunno... I just feel like crap today. I should stop typing and get back to... typing... riiiight. O.o
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"Worse Than a Bar Fight in a Mexican Gun Show..."
by chero666
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Donar: "Uuuuugggghhh..."
Marshall: "Feel better?"
Donar: "Not rea-"
Marshall: "That's great! Look, now for more advice around here..."
I could tell the boy was trying to win some sympathy points from getting ill and throwing up, but that'll go away in a couple of seconds once I start talking. Sometimes a guy has to forget that he's sick to feel better... it'll relapse later... so, til then...
Marshall: "There are certain people around here who you CAN trust and those you can't."
Donar: "Really, like who?"
Marshall: "Well... me..."
Donar: "Who else?"
Marshall: "...aaaaaaaannnnnd.... I think that's about it..."
Donar: "... that was kinda pointless."
Marshall: "Not really. Not everyone's in here for murder or other things. But, just watch out for him, him, and him."
I point to three guy that' I know are dangerous. One was carving his name in the table with his teeth, one was threatening to stab someone's hand with a spoon if they didn't give him their cornbread (oh, the many jokes I have for that), and the last one was quietly eating dinner with very respectable table manners, making sure to keep his pinky extended when drinking from his cup.
Donar: "What's wrong with that last guy? He seems civilized."
Marshall: "Oh yeah? Yo, Jimmy! What time is it?"
The man jumped onto the table with a fork in hand, scream obsanities.
Jimmy: "I'LL KILL YOU! KILL ALL OF YOU! STAY AWAY FROM MY MEDICATION!! ALL OF YOU!! THOSE ARE MY BACONS!! THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS!!! CHICKEN!!!! AHHHHRRRAHARAHRHRRAHAHARAAAAA!!! Screaming!! AHHHRAARRAHAA!! BLAH!! BLAH!! BLAH!! BLAH!! TIMMY!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! "
Suddenly then man stops and hopped back into his seat, sipping his water (pinky out).
Donar: O.o "... what the..."
Marshall: "Ahh, good ole Babblin' Jim. Always there for a laugh... until he bites someone's face off, but I'll save that story for another day."
I kinda wish that I was paying attention, because a group of five, led by a Bangaa, pushed me and Donar out of our seats and laughed as they took 'em. I sat there, rubbing my ass for a second, and looked at Donar. He seemed fine, but kinda hurt. I guess he's the sensitive type...
Marshall: (to Donar) "You ok?"
Donar: "Yeah... lets find another seat."
Marshall: "Hell no! We were sitting there first."
I stood up and made my way back to those assholes.
Marshall: "What the hell was that for!?!"
Bangaa #1: (playing innocent) "What? I didn't do anything wrong."
Marshall: "You pushed me and my little friend of our seat."
Bangaa #1: "Your ssseat? No, no, you're missstaken. Thessse are our ssseatsss."
Him and his group of Bangaas all agreed and started to ignore me... no one ignores me... NO ONE... I slam my hand onto the table and stare at all of them.
Marshall: "I'm telling you to give us back our fucking places. Now!"
Bangaa #1: "No, get the hell out of here before I decccide to kick both of your assssesss."
I pause for a second and chuckled to myself.
Marshall: "Well, you rat-bassstardsss... if you won't get your lizard-assssess off of our ssseatsss, then I'm gonna hafta forccce them off..."
Bangaa #1: "Did you just call usss..."
I didn't even let him finish, cause at that second I tossed the cheap aluminum-topped table off to the side at his buddies and bashed the leader in the face with an elbow. He fell backwards.
Marshall: "The ground's pretty cold, isn't it? Perfect for that scaley skin you have."
On the ground, his little henchmen regrouped an the leaer signaled to them to attack.
Bangaa #1: "Get that asssshole!"
They instantly made their way towards me. I can't take on five bangaas at once... not without a weapon... I look around and all I've found was Donar by my feet... I can't use him as a weapon... unless...
Donar: "Don't even think it." -.-
Marshall: "Dammit!"
Ok... wait a sec.. I'm the Mess Hall... there's plenty of possibilities for weapons around here. Unfortunatley, for me, the four of the five lizards thought of the same thing before me. Two broke a bench and took the metal rodes that was holding them and two grabbed some forks and put them in between their fingers to create some make-shift claws... I'm boned...
Marshall: "Okey-dokey... lemme say something before you start... HOLY CRAP!!"
I run the opposite direction, while they gave chase. I usually don't run from people... but, crap man, they got weapons and all I've got was a Moogle that is one step away from pissing in his pants. Hey, that gives me and idea.
Donar: "NO!!"
Marshall: "How'd you know what I was gonna do!?!"
Thus, ending any future attempt I had at throwing my little companion to the wolves... er... lizards. I ran under a table and tried to think.
Marshall: "What should we do?"
Donar: "I dunno... try stabbing them with a knife or something..."
Marshall: "That's gotta be the stupidest, most retarded thing that I ever... (Blink! Blink!) sorry I wasn't listening, what'd you say again?"
Donar: "... a knife?" -.-
Marshall: "Well... better than nothing, I guess."
I reach on top of the table and started feeling around for a knife.
Marshall: "Wait... I think a got- OWWW!!!"
I pull my hand down and start babying it. Some jackass hit it with a metal rod... wait...
Marshall: "Oh crap!"
I grab Donar and jump out from underneath the table before it was broken in half when two of them drove their rods into the table. I layed on the ground for a second. I must've bashed my head on the concrete or something when I flew out from the table. I would've continued grimmacing pain of something hadn't interrupted my train of thought.
Donar: "Ahh!"
I look over and see Donar flying through the air and hitting the concrete wall. He falls to the floor, unconcious.
Marshall: "Donar!"
I run up to him, but he didn't move... he was still breathing though. Those assholes, hitting a little guy like that. He wasn't even trying to fight. At the most, beat the crap outta me. I, at the most, provoked them.
Marshall: "... you pieces of shit..."
I look up and see all five of them standing in front of me, proud of what they done. I raise myself to their level.
Marshall: "What're you smiling about?"
Bangaa #1: "Jussst you with your little buddy over there. Pathetic, really. You were trying to protect your friend, and look what happened."
Marshall: (starting to get pissed) "You find that amusing."
That wasn't a question. I was one step away from tear through these guys Slasher Movie style. I watched all of them prepare for an attack... shame, really... I left something out to them, too...
Bangaa #1: "Get 'em!!"
...this entire time... I was just fucking with them... they don't want to see me serious... too bad... hehe...
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Well, I wonder what's gonna happen here... in fact, I wondering SO much... I feel like stopping at the moment. ^^ R&R!!
HEP