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"Things seem a little too hot out here for my taste, I don't know what I was thinking leaving the safe cocoon of Fort Shires." You say as you turn to look at Steve. He's not paying attention. "I'm going to catch a plane back to Philadelphia." Steve still isn't listening. | "Things seem a little too hot out here for my taste, I don't know what I was thinking leaving the safe cocoon of Fort Shires." You say as you turn to look at Steve. He's not paying attention. "I'm going to catch a plane back to Philadelphia." Steve still isn't listening. | ||
| - | Just then 5 short men in mexican flag ski masks break in the front door. "We heard there was a tallo hanging out in our neighborhood and I didn't want to believe it. But look at this | + | Just then 5 short men in mexican flag ski masks break in the front door. "We heard there was a tallo hanging out in our neighborhood and I didn't want to believe it. But look at this filthy tallo we got right here." The one speaking holds up a machete and is pointing it at you. The other four grab you, one on each limb. There is no time to resist. |
"I'll save my game in a bit Tom." Steve says without looking up. | "I'll save my game in a bit Tom." Steve says without looking up. | ||
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'''You are dead, The End.''' | '''You are dead, The End.''' | ||
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Current revision as of 05:55, 28 October 2012
"Things seem a little too hot out here for my taste, I don't know what I was thinking leaving the safe cocoon of Fort Shires." You say as you turn to look at Steve. He's not paying attention. "I'm going to catch a plane back to Philadelphia." Steve still isn't listening.
Just then 5 short men in mexican flag ski masks break in the front door. "We heard there was a tallo hanging out in our neighborhood and I didn't want to believe it. But look at this filthy tallo we got right here." The one speaking holds up a machete and is pointing it at you. The other four grab you, one on each limb. There is no time to resist.
"I'll save my game in a bit Tom." Steve says without looking up.
The 5 short men tear you apart piece by piece, hacking at points on your body with what look like large kitchen knives. Throughout your death they shout various things you don't understand, although you can make out them calling you a tallo demon. One of them takes your head as a trophy, and 2 of the others take your legs to use as clubbing weapons.
You are dead, The End.
