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*TDK reaches the roof, jamming the exit closed with a metal bar.Holding
aloft a big metal shield, he grins, causing his nose to fall off. Embarrased,
he tapes it back on. He is barely able to manuveer the shield in time as
Cyborg fires off some more ammo. Continuing to fire, this attracts Zilla
Boy's attention, and as he turns, Cyborg acclerates forward, using the
shield as a ramp. Flying through the air, the shopping cart careens like
a roller coaster down the back and up the tail (Which Zilla-Boy has mysterious
grown sometime after Scotty's last post.), he lands, no less than a dozen
police chasing him, sirens blaring.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. <Van Halen's
Jump>
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 04:33:30 (MDT)
*Godzilla's Important Little Things in Life #104 : Never, never
never never never never never never never never never never never never
never never never never never never never never never never never never
never never never never never never never never never never never never
never never never never never never never never never never never never
never never never ever swallow an angry undead Klingon Warrior. Never ever.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 04:34:55 (MDT)
For you clueless people out there, I'll give a hint : A boxfish
is so fericous that when swallowed by a shark, it can bite it's way to
freedom.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 04:40:54 (MDT)
Seeing a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of TDK, Zapper pilots
the dropship to a close approach and tries to locate him in Zilla's miles
of intestines with the scanning beams. The great lizard, feeling a sudden
onset of constitutional distress from TDK's endless hack'n'slash with the
mak'leth, suddenly stops in the middle of Central Park, takes a masive
crap that knocks out half the populance with its stench. Seeing a tiny
buzzing mirrored sphere hovering about its belly, Zilla swats it away,
then rises up and waddles off, much relieved. TDK, just entering the the
upper gastrointestinal tract, is carried off in huge strides. Meanwhile,
embedded in the side of the Empire State Building, a certain mirrored egg
creaks precipitously, in danger of falling to the street below. Inside,
the walls are coated with a thin oily film.. which slooooowly gathers itself
together with much grumbling and not a few cries for aspirin...
Zapper
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 04:49:19 (MDT)
*hits a civilian over the head with a loud CLANG and proceeds to
shoot at a few Cylons sitting in someones Kitchen* Ah HA! Ye Lillylivered
swabs! *after killing all but one of the Cylons the last one finaly shoots
him* OOoh Ar! Ar! AAAARRRGGGGGGGG!!!
Private
Fred Woodlouse
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 04:49:41 (MDT)
*Cyborg's starfighters coax one of the remaing Tornadoes into THE
pile... and then quickly hides behind the buildings, as does the Shopping
Cart of DOOM! ....'
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 05:01:46 (MDT)
*with a ray pistol in three "hands" and a frying pan in the left
over "hand" the woodlouse storms a local bar, as he fires at Cylons sitting
casualy at tables he beats locals up with the frying pan as he runs past
them* OOooh this is the life! I might be the first ever Ensign hero! *a
stray Cylon blast gets him between the eyes* Or maybe not... *as he falls
over backward the frying pan hand beats up another local before it goes
limp*
Ensign
Jerry Woodlouse
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 05:16:50 (MDT)
"The bugs are dis-engaging and the Cylons are hailing us, Ma'am."
"To surrender?" "Um...we're not sure...they want to talk to the person
in charge..." "Right. Open a channel"
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 05:34:28 (MDT)
Uh...I'm trying to make a map of all the crashed battleships and
would appreciate a size estimate for the Cylon basestar and an approximate
shape for the _Slicer_...
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 06:26:53 (MDT)
Dramatis Personae: Cyborg Stan, the evil warlord of the 25th century
- Having narrowly escaped certain decapitation in the hands of The Undead
Klingon, is currently driving the Shopping Cart of DOOM at illegal speeds
in order to avoid becoming a victim of the biological weapon he unleashed.
The Poopoo Storm!! TDK, presently becoming heartily sick of the stench
of partially digested fish in Godzilla's upper colonic. In the utter squishy
darkness, he encounters all manner of junk devoured by the indiscriminate
lizard, including (in whole or in part) US Army tanks, lamp posts, and
whatnot. Godzilla, after relieving himself in Central Park, wanders off
in search of an Alka Seltzer warehouse... Q'Res, still onboard the BaseStar,
and opening communications with the Imperials. Admiral Jadesfire, overwhelmed
with the logistics and minutinae of getting an SSD repaired, sees an opportunity
in acquiring an advantage from the Cylons. Cylon expeditionary force, embroiled
in a border skirmish with the SSD security detail, delayed from reaching
the HTMS Slicer. Slicer, still taking advantage of gullible NY fatsos to
power its temporal sustainer via an excercycle. Lord_Woodlouse - Leading
the Woodlousian forces in a renewed charge against their sworn enemies,
the Cylons. Zapper, trying to move to the control area without imbalancing
the precariously perched dropship. While in the streets of N.Y. utter chaos
and mayhem continues. (did it ever stop?) Casualties multiply on both sides
as the war escalates and threatens to spill over into neighboring regions.
Unknown to the above persons, the US Military has just about had enough
of all of them, and is seeking authorization from the president for a strategic
nuclear sterilization of the entire area. They are currently hampered by
the fact that the president is..um.."busy" with a new aide...
Zapper
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 15:08:52 (MDT)
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