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Post by Xenos Infinity on Aug 4, 2007 11:00:26 GMT -5
ooookay, that was odd. I think I'd probably have a heart attack if I saw that lot appear in front of me on my birthday (8 days! woo!), but I don't know if Alex can die or not.
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Post by yogurtfresh on Aug 4, 2007 14:19:32 GMT -5
oh yeah, he can die.
chapter 5: to the point.
'this is... unusual.' stated Alex, staring at the zombie with it's head in the punch bowl. moaning somthing about brains more or less.
'whatever. anyway happy birthday alan long time no see.' greeted death, acting in his usual way (and that was, correction, is not how you'd expect the lord of the dead to act.)
an tuxedod imp flew by.
'Coctail sir?' it said in a squeeky voice with eyes closed and nose yonder.
'sorry, i don't drink.'
another flew by.
'orderve sir?'
'prawn?'
'of course sir?' it said as if it were hurt.
'no thanks.' he said.
he looked at death, drinking as much of the thick red pet his hands onunch he could get his boney hands on.
'that IS punch right.'
death seemed to consider his answer before saying.
'enough idle chit-chat have you got that chest i gave you?'
'yep.' Alex respondeed quite absently.
'you don't seem as startled as i thought you would.'
'it's amazing how little of this stuff it takes to get used to.' Alex said starting still at the punch bowl-zombie head fusion.
'well anyway grab it and meet me outside, i show what we do next.'
'show me what we do next?' if were leaving can't we at least clear this zombie mess up before we leave?'
death had simply tapped the punch-bowl zombie on the shoulder and said ' jeffry. mop.'
it took it's head ut of the bowl (and disgustingly leaving an eye in it) and took a mop that death had produced from under his cloak.
outside Alex had seen death getting into the back of the black car he had seen the night he fell of his flyig horse.
he decided to follow and with much difficulty managed to get himself and the trunk in the long black automobile.
Death said nothing during the car journy and it was a bit uncomfortable sitting in a grizzily limozine next to the grim reaper and driven by a skeleton, who was quite polit to be honest.
they stopped next to a giant corn field at Near-Mourning durning the morning and stepped out.
'you wuldent mind helping me with this would you?' asked alex heaving with the large chest.'
'sure' said death pulling it into his cloak.
'you've got to teach me how to do that.' Alex said, marvelling at the tall figure.
death turned his head and stated 'all in due time alan'
'alex.' Alex replied.
'who?' death said.
'me.' said Alex
'alan?' said death
'no alex!' Said Alex frustrated
'oooooh' said death 'wh...'
'never mind.'
they walked directly into the corn field towards a scare crow. they stopped at the scare crow and death removed some hay at it's base revealing a trap door.
'well come on then, mett the rest.' Death said clambering in. obviously having trouble in his long black robes.
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Post by Xenos Infinity on Aug 5, 2007 7:16:15 GMT -5
this is starting to look like something out of Harry Potter >_>
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Post by yogurtfresh on Aug 5, 2007 13:55:59 GMT -5
it's an influance. spelt my way.
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Post by Xenos Infinity on Sept 30, 2007 9:42:42 GMT -5
hey, I'm not going to argue with your spellign.
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Post by yogurtfresh on Sept 30, 2007 17:35:29 GMT -5
nro yuosr cohas...
The 'Others'
Alex was about to follow death into the pit when a voice called to him from above. now when somthing calls from above it's useually a divine booming but this wa more like.
'Oi, mate. you wouldn't mind loosening these slags ould you? they are absolutly doing my head in.'
Alex was startled from the sudden voice and looked upwards. The scarecrows head was leaning towards him. Alex, Stooped over the trap door like in freeze frame looked at the scarecrow puzzled.
'What you lookin' at? undo the ropes a bit wouuld you.?'
Alex undid the ropes aroung the crusified dummys arms and stood back.
'Tanks mate.' the scarecrow said befor its head leaned forward like it did to begin with.
After alex crept down the trap door after his encoounter with the cockny scarecrow and was greeted with a lobby full of zombies and a table with very old magzines on it.
death walked up to him.
'What took yoou so long?'
'There was a scarecrow...'
'Oh jerry, he's a bit of a nuicence.'
'o.k then' was all Alex could say. the zombies stared at him like they had not seen a live person in ages.
he followed death through a hallway.
'You see, with all the crime and poverty and disease in the world too many people are dying so i have to have a few extra pairs of hands around so i can keep up the quota, and its surprising because the worlds population is going up, up, up!'
'Sure it is.' lex was begining to find death a bit of bore
bored to eath, he. lex thought.
it was only when he stepped past the toilets (which death had mentioned that cubicles 4 and 5 were off limits) and through the door at the end of the hall that he ws greeted with peearly room with fountains and the oddest bunch of people he had ever met.
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Post by rubbercow1 on Oct 5, 2007 15:29:19 GMT -5
tell me more stories!!! ;D
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Post by yogurtfresh on Oct 10, 2007 15:22:41 GMT -5
Alex stared at th odd selection of pople in front of him, all of thm wore brown coats and each held a scythe. the most stricking was a tall skeleton, he was reloading a rvolver with his scythe slung behind his shoulder.
wwhoops, really need to go, finish later.
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Post by Xenos Infinity on Oct 14, 2007 13:36:07 GMT -5
finished yet?
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Post by yogurtfresh on Oct 15, 2007 13:37:11 GMT -5
no sadly.
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Post by Black Seraphim Zero on Oct 16, 2007 20:45:40 GMT -5
^rubbercow1: That's... annoying. Don't do that leave some constructive criticism.
Ooh. I don't really get some of the spelling/grammar in the last chapter...
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Post by yogurtfresh on Oct 17, 2007 1:51:29 GMT -5
i cant find alot of time to write the story, and when i do it's in a rush.
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