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If you thought everything would be ok tomorrow then your wrong you could wake up dead,zombies could be roaming the streets,your eyeballs could have fallen out,you could have someone elses arm,anything could happen.
As I woke It was still dark outside but nearly dusk. I walked downstairs and opened the fridge a smell of rotting came out it smelt like there was bodies in the fridge. Rotten,green,moldy milk was lying down in the fridge dripping out the bottle. I pulled it out and went and threw it in the bin outside. There was a hole in my fence. I saw someone run past they looked scared. I walked back inside someone ran into my garden and tried to get in my house. I grabbed my bat and opened the door. "What do you want" I thundered. "Please just let me in theres mad people out here chasing everyones gone crazy please let me" I asked. I let him in and locked the back door loads of people came running into my garden. They all stared banging at the windows they were at the front too they were so crazed. I ran up stairs and got dress no time for anything. I grabbed my gun,my metal any weapon I could find I handed a gun to the man and a wooden bat. We ran out the front door people filled the road. It was almost Dusk the sun was rising bit by bit but very slowy. I smashed a person round the head me and the man ran to my car and drove off smashing into people as we left the splated to the ground. I put my foot on it and smashed into another person a old lady she flew though the air and landed on the ground. We skided round corners seeing crazed people fly past the window
One jumped at my door he was pulling the handle a women jumped at the back. I started reversing the car and smashed it into a wall then the women fell off. I drove the side along a wall I saw the mans be scarped off he dropped to the floor and blood poured from him. I stopped the car time to kill I jumped out the car the man jumped out to. "What your name then" I asked him. "Oh my names Micheal Nixon" he answered."Nice to meet you Mike is it ok if I call you Mike" I asked. "Yeah course" he answered. As we walked futher I heard someone running behind me I span round. It was a crazed person I shot him in the head brains splated to the floor. It was almost Dusk the street lights still shone down on us I looked up a street light flicked above us. I ran for it down the road Mike followed we turned a corner the crazed stood there. I flipped over and flew though the air me and Mike stared shooting bullets went though heads,crazed dropped to the floor I stood in the middle of it as bullets flew past me Mike had nearly killed all of them I shot my final bullet and now all the crazed were dead. The Police ran past us and killed crazed behind us I ran up a wall on the top of a building Mike followed. Crazed were even on the top of the building. But then I saw Mike get ripped off the top of the building I tried to grab hold of him. But they ripped out his stomach I saw my life flash past in a pour of blood and guts. I ran it was almost Dusk I wanted to get home by Dusk maybe this was a dream I pinched myself no not a dream.
I jumped off the roof I was ten minutes away from my house I ran so fast. I jumped roofs and saw crazed below being smashed in by Police heads crushing brains brusting. I jumped again but slipped a crazed was standing behind me I tryed to get up but my legs wouldn't move for some reason. I was so scared I shot back but only hit him in the leg. I shot again and hit him in the chest. I went to shoot again but my gun just clicked I was out of bullets. The crazed grabbed hold of me my eyeballs were ripped out he ripped my arm off. It was Dusk the time I wanted to be home I was having my eyeballs ripped out and my arm ripped off. No my crying for me and No more shooting my gun to I was dead and It was Dusk!
As I woke It was still dark outside but nearly dusk. I walked downstairs and opened the fridge a smell of rotting came out it smelt like there was bodies in the fridge. Rotten,green,moldy milk was lying down in the fridge dripping out the bottle. I pulled it out and went and threw it in the bin outside. There was a hole in my fence. I saw someone run past they looked scared. I walked back inside someone ran into my garden and tried to get in my house. I grabbed my bat and opened the door. "What do you want" I thundered. "Please just let me in theres mad people out here chasing everyones gone crazy please let me" I asked. I let him in and locked the back door loads of people came running into my garden. They all stared banging at the windows they were at the front too they were so crazed. I ran up stairs and got dress no time for anything. I grabbed my gun,my metal any weapon I could find I handed a gun to the man and a wooden bat. We ran out the front door people filled the road. It was almost Dusk the sun was rising bit by bit but very slowy. I smashed a person round the head me and the man ran to my car and drove off smashing into people as we left the splated to the ground. I put my foot on it and smashed into another person a old lady she flew though the air and landed on the ground. We skided round corners seeing crazed people fly past the window
One jumped at my door he was pulling the handle a women jumped at the back. I started reversing the car and smashed it into a wall then the women fell off. I drove the side along a wall I saw the mans be scarped off he dropped to the floor and blood poured from him. I stopped the car time to kill I jumped out the car the man jumped out to. "What your name then" I asked him. "Oh my names Micheal Nixon" he answered."Nice to meet you Mike is it ok if I call you Mike" I asked. "Yeah course" he answered. As we walked futher I heard someone running behind me I span round. It was a crazed person I shot him in the head brains splated to the floor. It was almost Dusk the street lights still shone down on us I looked up a street light flicked above us. I ran for it down the road Mike followed we turned a corner the crazed stood there. I flipped over and flew though the air me and Mike stared shooting bullets went though heads,crazed dropped to the floor I stood in the middle of it as bullets flew past me Mike had nearly killed all of them I shot my final bullet and now all the crazed were dead. The Police ran past us and killed crazed behind us I ran up a wall on the top of a building Mike followed. Crazed were even on the top of the building. But then I saw Mike get ripped off the top of the building I tried to grab hold of him. But they ripped out his stomach I saw my life flash past in a pour of blood and guts. I ran it was almost Dusk I wanted to get home by Dusk maybe this was a dream I pinched myself no not a dream.
I jumped off the roof I was ten minutes away from my house I ran so fast. I jumped roofs and saw crazed below being smashed in by Police heads crushing brains brusting. I jumped again but slipped a crazed was standing behind me I tryed to get up but my legs wouldn't move for some reason. I was so scared I shot back but only hit him in the leg. I shot again and hit him in the chest. I went to shoot again but my gun just clicked I was out of bullets. The crazed grabbed hold of me my eyeballs were ripped out he ripped my arm off. It was Dusk the time I wanted to be home I was having my eyeballs ripped out and my arm ripped off. No my crying for me and No more shooting my gun to I was dead and It was Dusk!
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The offense it might have meant?
No, I was referring to the inconsistency of singular and plural in your sentence, and the possible "offense" it might have meant.
Us two, we're a team. Against the world, I say.
How about it?
How about it?
Rickoss wrote:
> A-ho-ho. Clever little devil aren't we?
We?
> A-ho-ho. Clever little devil aren't we?
We?
Oh, and wasn't actually replying to your message.
A-ho-ho. Clever little devil aren't we?
Rickoss wrote:
> But he won't ever be as good as Ashman and FFF. No offense, but
> they're two fantastic writers.
No offence taken. Fantastic in your opinion, and are you a literary critic?
I guess not, or you'd not have spelt it "offense".
> But he won't ever be as good as Ashman and FFF. No offense, but
> they're two fantastic writers.
No offence taken. Fantastic in your opinion, and are you a literary critic?
I guess not, or you'd not have spelt it "offense".
Just to clear this up, I replied to this story with biting sarcasm, which completely failed to evoke a negative response from you lot (in some cases you thought I was serious).
This was clearly because most of you replied in a similar vein. I then got angry at you lot because you're all happy to take the mickey out of Crossbob, when none of you see that your own writing is equally terrible in another person's eyes. In much the same way we might find a Ghanan laughing at an Ethiopian because he's got no food quite ridiculous.
This was clearly because most of you replied in a similar vein. I then got angry at you lot because you're all happy to take the mickey out of Crossbob, when none of you see that your own writing is equally terrible in another person's eyes. In much the same way we might find a Ghanan laughing at an Ethiopian because he's got no food quite ridiculous.
Surrealguy wrote:
> This argument that crossbob is 'the future of literature'is sadly
> probably right, seeing the way we're going (JK Rowling, Andy Mcnab
> etc), but he won't be for good reasons. In some ways you are being
> unnecessarily melodramatic, seeing the obvious 'poor bullied forumite
> is actually the best of them all' story.
He was quite obviously being sarcastic.
"I find a total lack of punctuation exciting!"
It was a joke.
> This argument that crossbob is 'the future of literature'is sadly
> probably right, seeing the way we're going (JK Rowling, Andy Mcnab
> etc), but he won't be for good reasons. In some ways you are being
> unnecessarily melodramatic, seeing the obvious 'poor bullied forumite
> is actually the best of them all' story.
He was quite obviously being sarcastic.
"I find a total lack of punctuation exciting!"
It was a joke.
But he won't ever be as good as Ashman and FFF. No offense, but they're two fantastic writers.
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