Already, mamny people were inside, and more were entering. The "Macarena" song was being played on the radio. There was snack and punch being served; no beer or whiskey though. There were also people wearing some sort of armored outfit.
Someone turned off the music. we all looked towards this stage in the back. there was tarpcovering this huge tall object.
And then this really well-dressed G walked up, with blue trousers, a blue coat, and a red necktie. He had blond hair on his head and a blond moustache.
"Attention!" said this man with brown hair, wearing an armored suit. "Mr. Castaway will now begin his speech."
Castaway looked at us.
"I know you are all reasonable people," he started. "But we do not live in a reasonable world.
"Violence, racism, injustice. You struggle with the world's problems and wind up feeling so alone. Now something alien and horrible has entered your world."
Castaway rips off the tarp, revealing a statue of this demon-looking thing.
"Gargoyles!" he yelled. "Are you afraid of this monster? Well, for once, you are not alone. Are you afraidf these creatures will attack you while you sleep?"
"Yeah," I answered.
"You are not alone in that fear. Are you afraid they will steal your children away?"
More of us said yeah.
"You are not alone! Do you believe these monsters must be stopped?"
"Hell yeah!" I screamed.
"You are not alone!" yells Castaway. "Join us. Join the Quarrymen! When you wear our hoods, believe me.." Castaway put a hood on his head... "you are no longer alone! "Take a hood. Take a hammer. You are all Quarrymen now!"
He then smashed the statue with this hammer.
I lined up and soon took this heavy hammer and put a hood over my head. It didn't obstruct my sight one bit.
"I feel like teaching those busters a lesson!" I said, clutching the hammer.
"I like your enthusiasm," said Castaway.
And soon, it was time to attack. One of Castaway's G's found a statue at some apartment building that wasn't there before. I volunteered.
I went inside this helicopter. Castaway's aide, who called himself George, was inside. It took us to the sky. The sun was already setting. Within minutes, we reached the apartment.
"All right, team," said George. "Let's go gargoyle hunting."
We all went down. I was closest to the statue, so I pumed the hammer with this cylinder that wraped around the handle, and I could see electric sparks on the head.
I smiled. I was gonna break this buster to bits!
Then this lady came out to the ledge and pointed a pistol at me.
she knew this statue was the real thing.
George and another quarryman fought her. I saw that they were keeping her busy, aso I pikced up the hammer and charged it again.
I saw cracks forming on the statue.
Did the hammer already do it work?
Then the thing moved and gave off this roar.
I swung my hammer, but it managed to avoid my attack. It then knocked me on my feet.
The rest of us started fighting this buster. I noticed this lady helping him out! We got some air support from one of our choppers.
We then got in a van while the chopper tracked the gargoyle. I heard that Mr. Castaway himself was joining us on this hunt. So we tracked it to the bombed-out police station with the clock tower.
It was going down now.
I took another swing at that gargoyle.
But that buster knocked me down with its tail! Shit, this dude was tough.
Then I heard that Castaway called us to withdraw.
I suppose none of us were used to fighting gargoyles. We'd have to hunt these busters another night!
