zedmowz
02-01-2012, 04:42 PM
The Deadliness of Pollution By zedmowz
One day in Ziggahuagaloui, a man was driving to his cousin's house from a car factory that produced more smog than your brain-farts do. He had a nasty bunch of coughs and was turning pale-brown. He was semi-conscious when he remembered moaning and pounding rapidly on his cousin's door. Then, he was brain-dead.
"Mbrrrrrrrr!" *POUND**POUND* Mowz heard on his metal door. He looked through the eye-hole on his door. "Sweet mother of GOD!" Mowz said. "IT'S A -BLEEP-ING ZOMBIE!"
"Mbrrrrrrrr!" *WACK*POUND* Mowz was growing nervous as his zumblified cousin became more hungry for fresh flesh. Mowz saw the pale-brown skin, the bloodshot eyes, and the blackened tongue. But this wasn't the only thing that got Mowz's interest. Earlier the news had said something about a new fast-spreading virus caused by pollution. Mowz being Mowz, he considered it bull-crap and changed the channel.
"MBRRRRRLECH!!" *POUND**SLAP**SLAP* That ~~~~ed zumble! Mowz thought. But if this is really a disease then in a month either everyone but one person will be dead, like in I am Legend, or a group of survivors who are immune. Mowz went into his basement and pulled out his deceased father's M-1 Grand. "I'm sorry cuz, but it's the only way." Mowz said to himself.
Mowz swung open his door and pulled the trigger thrice at the undead man (:zombo:), aiming for the head. The first time he missed. The second he didn't, and the third confirmed it. Mowz decided that he had to quickly get to his sister's house, for she was the best scientist in the region, and he always respected her I'm-smarter-than-you features because he knew he would need her, and now he did.
Dragging the dead carcass of an undead into his 4x4 Ford, Mowz drove along Forty-Eighth Street, the quickest way to the other side of the Metropolis. That night was a blur to Mowz. He turned on his fog-lights when he turned onto Jimmy Lawrence Avenue and saw more zed than he thought he'd see the whole night. He ran over a good bunch of them, but the stench was so horrid he fainted. The last thing he remembered was being bitten.
When Mowz came to, he was being confronted by a man pointing a Desert Eagle at his face. "ANSWER ME IF YOU'RE ALIVE!"
""Whoa, don't me shoot me, bro! I almost crapped my pants when I saw the gun!" Mowz replied, scared out of his mind, yet, a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. When Julie brought you here the first thing I saw was the bite marks on your arm. I'm Jorge, lead mechanic for the military here in Ziggahuagaloui. You are?"
"I'm Steven 'Mowz' Rivera. THE Steven 'Mowz' Rivera. As in creator of Ziggarian Game Incorporated."
"Well, Mowz, I've played your games before, and I'm surprised you didn't act as your character in Goop Zombies II as you did half an hour ago. Anyways, Let's make a deal. I know that an undead corpse was in your Ford 4x4 for a reason, and you need to get somewhere for it to be studied. I have three options for you. An Attack Helicopter, a Sherman Tank, and a Submarine."
Should Mowz travel in the Attack Chopper, Submarine, or Sherman Tank? Majority wins (if any:blink:)
One day in Ziggahuagaloui, a man was driving to his cousin's house from a car factory that produced more smog than your brain-farts do. He had a nasty bunch of coughs and was turning pale-brown. He was semi-conscious when he remembered moaning and pounding rapidly on his cousin's door. Then, he was brain-dead.
"Mbrrrrrrrr!" *POUND**POUND* Mowz heard on his metal door. He looked through the eye-hole on his door. "Sweet mother of GOD!" Mowz said. "IT'S A -BLEEP-ING ZOMBIE!"
"Mbrrrrrrrr!" *WACK*POUND* Mowz was growing nervous as his zumblified cousin became more hungry for fresh flesh. Mowz saw the pale-brown skin, the bloodshot eyes, and the blackened tongue. But this wasn't the only thing that got Mowz's interest. Earlier the news had said something about a new fast-spreading virus caused by pollution. Mowz being Mowz, he considered it bull-crap and changed the channel.
"MBRRRRRLECH!!" *POUND**SLAP**SLAP* That ~~~~ed zumble! Mowz thought. But if this is really a disease then in a month either everyone but one person will be dead, like in I am Legend, or a group of survivors who are immune. Mowz went into his basement and pulled out his deceased father's M-1 Grand. "I'm sorry cuz, but it's the only way." Mowz said to himself.
Mowz swung open his door and pulled the trigger thrice at the undead man (:zombo:), aiming for the head. The first time he missed. The second he didn't, and the third confirmed it. Mowz decided that he had to quickly get to his sister's house, for she was the best scientist in the region, and he always respected her I'm-smarter-than-you features because he knew he would need her, and now he did.
Dragging the dead carcass of an undead into his 4x4 Ford, Mowz drove along Forty-Eighth Street, the quickest way to the other side of the Metropolis. That night was a blur to Mowz. He turned on his fog-lights when he turned onto Jimmy Lawrence Avenue and saw more zed than he thought he'd see the whole night. He ran over a good bunch of them, but the stench was so horrid he fainted. The last thing he remembered was being bitten.
When Mowz came to, he was being confronted by a man pointing a Desert Eagle at his face. "ANSWER ME IF YOU'RE ALIVE!"
""Whoa, don't me shoot me, bro! I almost crapped my pants when I saw the gun!" Mowz replied, scared out of his mind, yet, a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry. When Julie brought you here the first thing I saw was the bite marks on your arm. I'm Jorge, lead mechanic for the military here in Ziggahuagaloui. You are?"
"I'm Steven 'Mowz' Rivera. THE Steven 'Mowz' Rivera. As in creator of Ziggarian Game Incorporated."
"Well, Mowz, I've played your games before, and I'm surprised you didn't act as your character in Goop Zombies II as you did half an hour ago. Anyways, Let's make a deal. I know that an undead corpse was in your Ford 4x4 for a reason, and you need to get somewhere for it to be studied. I have three options for you. An Attack Helicopter, a Sherman Tank, and a Submarine."
Should Mowz travel in the Attack Chopper, Submarine, or Sherman Tank? Majority wins (if any:blink:)