[John Violence]

Originally Posted by k-krack

YOU WUZ JUST KILLED OFF, BEEYOTCH!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!!! (Write a paragraph and find out who you eat!!!)

Keep giving me lip boy and im gonna give you a concussion from a zombie dick slap!

[k-krack]

Hey, fuck you! (mob accent)

[finding nobody]

Originally Posted by John Violence

Keep giving me lip boy and im gonna give you a concussion from a zombie dick slap!

mushroom tattoo!

[k-krack]

This story never got fucking finished!!! Buump

[alyasa]

As crypto and his two ladies were copulating in some off-community secluded area; and Joel Switzer was lying in wait for God knows what, porkmarras was still chewing ineccesantly on the brains of his former friend Pookie; and the remnants of the board had organized themselves into a semi-orderly form of ramshackle defence force - their fires of love and celebration now nothing more than distant, vauge shadows of thoughts - while Daycare Nation stumbled about aimlessly, mumbling incoherently about some long-forgotten favourite album that his mangled consciousness refused to let go of; and HaydenAsche's zombified corpse instinctively crawled around for cigarettes; while all of this was transpiring, the island alive with its own energy and activity; sharks and all notwithstanding; there came something most peculiar; most singular.

It rolled in from the sea; tearing up through the shore and the trees on the shore, like a massive beachfront invasion, except it had no legs or mouth or hands or ears or eyes. No corporeal state that was evident, in fact. With it came strange, unearthly sounds that were felt more than heard, and quick flashes of something dark and swift - unrecognizable - that was terrifying in its briefness; implying inhuman speed and danger. It came without warning or sign; quietly unceasing; pushing through the island and enveloping every inch; blanketing the ground and the trees and the even the sky, it seemed. All became grey; the sun, which until now, everyone had taken for granted; dissipated; its energy gone, subsumed by the grey. The sky became a dim memory and the ground was a dangerously shifting blur of bleakness. Some of the female and younger board members screamed out when they couldn't see the other board members. It was hard to even see their own hands in front of their face.

With it, too, came the cold - chill and unrelenting - crushing their bones with icy fingers and breathing deadly whispers of wintry breezes down their spines. They - all of them on the island - began to feel the quiet, unsettling sensation of a spiritual, primal fear that rode in with it, stalking the island; their newest arrival; something none of them wished to see, wished to even acknowledge - but which they all knew was there, they all could feel its damning stare, as it rode along the shore, breathing and waiting - something they would run from, if only they could find a way off the island. For, rolling in from the sea; swiftly and suddenly; was the greyest and deepest mist any of them had ever seen; and it choked the island like an over-enthusiastic lover and chilled the bones of all the people, who whimpered and whispered in awe of its might; its grey, bleak might. But far more terrible than that; far more chilling and disquieting; was the newest arrival on the island; that came in with the mist, also quiet, also unrelenting. They knew who - or what - it was, there was unspoken agreement within the terrified, glistening eyes of the remaining survivors.

Day had turned into night; grey night; and Death himself rode into the trees of the island.

[HaydenAsche]

Death, more commonly known as AssBlaster, began to breath life into board members he thought would be useful in his new army of evil. Quickly, cantankerous, HaydenAsche, and a few others were no longer zombies. They were, Death's army.

They quickly started combing over the island finding the weaker members that were to be sacrificed first, namely Daycare Nation, Laila, and Norma J.

Thankfully, Death had brought an unlimited supply of coffee and cigarettes, killing all of Hayden and cantankerous' worries.

With their newfound powers, Hayden, Cantankerous, and AB began making hilarious portrayals of board members. Cantankerous transformed Savage Clone into none other than Chris Frantz. HaydenAsche turned Norma J into a kangaroo.

Their last , and arguably the most hilarity-packed, transformation was when they turned none other than cryptoreallylongscreenname into a homosexual bear. Not that this was much of a change for the big faggot.

[alyasa]

Haha.

[k-krack]

After these highly unexpected events of the night, k-krack awoke, leapt out from his makeshift island home into the blistering sunlight. "I'm thirsty, where the fuck can I get some grape juice up in this!?," which was met by the cheers and catcalls and applause of the remaining live boardies. He then saw touch me i'm sick in his audience, and made a bee-line to her, then proceeding to fuck her senseless.

Later, came night. With it, came black and cold. Hayden and Cantankerous awoke from their day-slumber, and began the hunt... for the one they call... Bruce Willis. Now, Bruce Willis is codename for none other than Schizophrenic Room, who was one of the known ringleaders of the Sonik forum. With Porkie and Pookie amongst the dead, only a few of the elite-ist (not elitist) members were fighting the good fight. Bruce Willis was trying to start a fire by rubbing her hot ass together with wood. (sweet innuendo, too). Nothing came of this fire, and Bruce was eaten the shit out of.