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Lord Semajal gave chase, He pulled out his Handgun and fired, the bullet hit his bag and he fell to the floor. Semajal walked up to Afro Joe who tries to scramble to his feet, Semajal Grabbed his bag and pulled him close to his ear. Semajal asked quietly:
“Where’s the door”
Afro Joe, fed up of the chase said, “It’s behind SR towers by the old lemon tree!”
“Thank you” said Semajal after throwing Afro Joe onto the floor.
Semajal ran through the streets gun in hand, it was a cold wet and very dark night and Semajal made a special effort to avoid lampposts. He clambered over the towering wall and scampered across the grass avoiding the security lights. Semajal stood near the lemon tree and began to stomp on the ground, the normal sounds of stamping on dirt soon evolved onto stamping on wood. Semajal snapped near the tree, a light turned on near the top of SR towers. Tony leaned out the window, he shook his head and ducked back in and tuned the light out. Semajal sighed with relief as he fumbled on the ground for a handle. He felts a weird wooden leaver in the deep grass, he pulled it and, as he suspected, a door was revealed in the ground and Semajal descended down the steps.
This was Rasta’s cave; hide out, basically where he lives. Despite him being upgraded to Notable he decided not to live in one of their high-class accommodation and stay under the ground in a place called WLT. RBS was in fact tidying up (yes at 1 am in the morning) he was singing the words to Blink 182’s family reunion when Semajal slipped into the room. RBS stopped when he reached the word mother and spun around, he is very good at sensing things and could detect someone was in the room.
“Who’s there?” inquired RBS placing his duster on the floor and grabbing his gun from the shelf. He moved slowly towards his settee where he knew someone was hiding. RBS edged closer and closer when Semajal popped his head over the top. RBS jumped out of his skin!
“Boo” said Lord Semajal and fired two shots from his handgun, one missed RBS and smashed into the pot behind him, the second hit RBS in the hand. RBS panicked and started to sing Blink 182’s Adam’s Song as he crawled along the floor trying to hide behind his cabinet. He wanted to cry from the pain but instead he would fight and despite the pain he lunged out and fired at Semajal, the bullets smashed into the settee ripping holes in it. Semajal had leapt behind the settee but quickly reemerged and fired, RBS ran as his books got shot to pieces.
“RIGHT OK” yelled RBS now on his knees, “you win.”
“There is only way I can win” said Semajal as he raised his gun.
“But Semajal…” RBS began
“No buts” said Semajal calmly.
“but you’re out of ammo” said RBS with a smile on his face.
“Huh” panicked Semajal as he pulled the trigger to reveal and empty barrel.
RBS rolled forward and grabbed his machine gun he stood up and began firing as Semajal leapt and rolled into the kitchen. Lord Semajal fumbled with the handgun and tried desperately to load the gun but it was too late.
“Into the living room” demanded RBS, Semajal put his hands up and walked into the living room.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and deliver your head to the hunters?” Asked RBS angrily.
“Erm… I make good guns?” said Semajal desperately. RBS pointed the gun at Semajal’s head and pulled back the catch. Semajal closed his eyes.
“He does you know” Said Dringo with one of Semajal’s guns pointed at RBS’s head.
“He sharpens a good axe too” Said Edgy who walked in front of RBS.
RBS lowered the gun that was pointed at Semajal’s head but quickly spun and grabbed Dringo’s gun, Dringo fired but RBS had made the gun go astray and it hit Edgy’s axe. Edgy dropped the axe and RBS ran at frightening speed out of the room.
“Ah well” said Dringo,
“Better luck next time” said Edgy as all three headed home.
Next the series Finale:
A Notable Hunter Story: Regulars Uprising
Election day…
“Where’s the door”
Afro Joe, fed up of the chase said, “It’s behind SR towers by the old lemon tree!”
“Thank you” said Semajal after throwing Afro Joe onto the floor.
Semajal ran through the streets gun in hand, it was a cold wet and very dark night and Semajal made a special effort to avoid lampposts. He clambered over the towering wall and scampered across the grass avoiding the security lights. Semajal stood near the lemon tree and began to stomp on the ground, the normal sounds of stamping on dirt soon evolved onto stamping on wood. Semajal snapped near the tree, a light turned on near the top of SR towers. Tony leaned out the window, he shook his head and ducked back in and tuned the light out. Semajal sighed with relief as he fumbled on the ground for a handle. He felts a weird wooden leaver in the deep grass, he pulled it and, as he suspected, a door was revealed in the ground and Semajal descended down the steps.
This was Rasta’s cave; hide out, basically where he lives. Despite him being upgraded to Notable he decided not to live in one of their high-class accommodation and stay under the ground in a place called WLT. RBS was in fact tidying up (yes at 1 am in the morning) he was singing the words to Blink 182’s family reunion when Semajal slipped into the room. RBS stopped when he reached the word mother and spun around, he is very good at sensing things and could detect someone was in the room.
“Who’s there?” inquired RBS placing his duster on the floor and grabbing his gun from the shelf. He moved slowly towards his settee where he knew someone was hiding. RBS edged closer and closer when Semajal popped his head over the top. RBS jumped out of his skin!
“Boo” said Lord Semajal and fired two shots from his handgun, one missed RBS and smashed into the pot behind him, the second hit RBS in the hand. RBS panicked and started to sing Blink 182’s Adam’s Song as he crawled along the floor trying to hide behind his cabinet. He wanted to cry from the pain but instead he would fight and despite the pain he lunged out and fired at Semajal, the bullets smashed into the settee ripping holes in it. Semajal had leapt behind the settee but quickly reemerged and fired, RBS ran as his books got shot to pieces.
“RIGHT OK” yelled RBS now on his knees, “you win.”
“There is only way I can win” said Semajal as he raised his gun.
“But Semajal…” RBS began
“No buts” said Semajal calmly.
“but you’re out of ammo” said RBS with a smile on his face.
“Huh” panicked Semajal as he pulled the trigger to reveal and empty barrel.
RBS rolled forward and grabbed his machine gun he stood up and began firing as Semajal leapt and rolled into the kitchen. Lord Semajal fumbled with the handgun and tried desperately to load the gun but it was too late.
“Into the living room” demanded RBS, Semajal put his hands up and walked into the living room.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and deliver your head to the hunters?” Asked RBS angrily.
“Erm… I make good guns?” said Semajal desperately. RBS pointed the gun at Semajal’s head and pulled back the catch. Semajal closed his eyes.
“He does you know” Said Dringo with one of Semajal’s guns pointed at RBS’s head.
“He sharpens a good axe too” Said Edgy who walked in front of RBS.
RBS lowered the gun that was pointed at Semajal’s head but quickly spun and grabbed Dringo’s gun, Dringo fired but RBS had made the gun go astray and it hit Edgy’s axe. Edgy dropped the axe and RBS ran at frightening speed out of the room.
“Ah well” said Dringo,
“Better luck next time” said Edgy as all three headed home.
Next the series Finale:
A Notable Hunter Story: Regulars Uprising
Election day…
Lol, loved it. Well done, Chris :-)
Yay! I got included! Cheers Dringo, another great story.
Can't wait for the next one, the one on election day.
:-)
Can't wait for the next one, the one on election day.
:-)
Great story Dringo ;-) Yet another Notable Hunters classic. Can't wait for the last one :-)
Yet another masterpiece from the Notable Hunter himself. Good show. I still fail to see how a simple human being can't produce such, amazingly, vivid and fantastic stories for all ages. I reckon you should collect all your stories past and present and put them in a compendium and release them as a best selling Sr novel. In the back could be an index of all the SR members past and present. And I'm not japing!
Good Story Dringo, as usual it was predictable that it was unpredictable :)
Lord Semajal gave chase, He pulled out his Handgun and fired, the bullet hit his bag and he fell to the floor. Semajal walked up to Afro Joe who tries to scramble to his feet, Semajal Grabbed his bag and pulled him close to his ear. Semajal asked quietly:
“Where’s the door”
Afro Joe, fed up of the chase said, “It’s behind SR towers by the old lemon tree!”
“Thank you” said Semajal after throwing Afro Joe onto the floor.
Semajal ran through the streets gun in hand, it was a cold wet and very dark night and Semajal made a special effort to avoid lampposts. He clambered over the towering wall and scampered across the grass avoiding the security lights. Semajal stood near the lemon tree and began to stomp on the ground, the normal sounds of stamping on dirt soon evolved onto stamping on wood. Semajal snapped near the tree, a light turned on near the top of SR towers. Tony leaned out the window, he shook his head and ducked back in and tuned the light out. Semajal sighed with relief as he fumbled on the ground for a handle. He felts a weird wooden leaver in the deep grass, he pulled it and, as he suspected, a door was revealed in the ground and Semajal descended down the steps.
This was Rasta’s cave; hide out, basically where he lives. Despite him being upgraded to Notable he decided not to live in one of their high-class accommodation and stay under the ground in a place called WLT. RBS was in fact tidying up (yes at 1 am in the morning) he was singing the words to Blink 182’s family reunion when Semajal slipped into the room. RBS stopped when he reached the word mother and spun around, he is very good at sensing things and could detect someone was in the room.
“Who’s there?” inquired RBS placing his duster on the floor and grabbing his gun from the shelf. He moved slowly towards his settee where he knew someone was hiding. RBS edged closer and closer when Semajal popped his head over the top. RBS jumped out of his skin!
“Boo” said Lord Semajal and fired two shots from his handgun, one missed RBS and smashed into the pot behind him, the second hit RBS in the hand. RBS panicked and started to sing Blink 182’s Adam’s Song as he crawled along the floor trying to hide behind his cabinet. He wanted to cry from the pain but instead he would fight and despite the pain he lunged out and fired at Semajal, the bullets smashed into the settee ripping holes in it. Semajal had leapt behind the settee but quickly reemerged and fired, RBS ran as his books got shot to pieces.
“RIGHT OK” yelled RBS now on his knees, “you win.”
“There is only way I can win” said Semajal as he raised his gun.
“But Semajal…” RBS began
“No buts” said Semajal calmly.
“but you’re out of ammo” said RBS with a smile on his face.
“Huh” panicked Semajal as he pulled the trigger to reveal and empty barrel.
RBS rolled forward and grabbed his machine gun he stood up and began firing as Semajal leapt and rolled into the kitchen. Lord Semajal fumbled with the handgun and tried desperately to load the gun but it was too late.
“Into the living room” demanded RBS, Semajal put his hands up and walked into the living room.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and deliver your head to the hunters?” Asked RBS angrily.
“Erm… I make good guns?” said Semajal desperately. RBS pointed the gun at Semajal’s head and pulled back the catch. Semajal closed his eyes.
“He does you know” Said Dringo with one of Semajal’s guns pointed at RBS’s head.
“He sharpens a good axe too” Said Edgy who walked in front of RBS.
RBS lowered the gun that was pointed at Semajal’s head but quickly spun and grabbed Dringo’s gun, Dringo fired but RBS had made the gun go astray and it hit Edgy’s axe. Edgy dropped the axe and RBS ran at frightening speed out of the room.
“Ah well” said Dringo,
“Better luck next time” said Edgy as all three headed home.
Next the series Finale:
A Notable Hunter Story: Regulars Uprising
Election day…
“Where’s the door”
Afro Joe, fed up of the chase said, “It’s behind SR towers by the old lemon tree!”
“Thank you” said Semajal after throwing Afro Joe onto the floor.
Semajal ran through the streets gun in hand, it was a cold wet and very dark night and Semajal made a special effort to avoid lampposts. He clambered over the towering wall and scampered across the grass avoiding the security lights. Semajal stood near the lemon tree and began to stomp on the ground, the normal sounds of stamping on dirt soon evolved onto stamping on wood. Semajal snapped near the tree, a light turned on near the top of SR towers. Tony leaned out the window, he shook his head and ducked back in and tuned the light out. Semajal sighed with relief as he fumbled on the ground for a handle. He felts a weird wooden leaver in the deep grass, he pulled it and, as he suspected, a door was revealed in the ground and Semajal descended down the steps.
This was Rasta’s cave; hide out, basically where he lives. Despite him being upgraded to Notable he decided not to live in one of their high-class accommodation and stay under the ground in a place called WLT. RBS was in fact tidying up (yes at 1 am in the morning) he was singing the words to Blink 182’s family reunion when Semajal slipped into the room. RBS stopped when he reached the word mother and spun around, he is very good at sensing things and could detect someone was in the room.
“Who’s there?” inquired RBS placing his duster on the floor and grabbing his gun from the shelf. He moved slowly towards his settee where he knew someone was hiding. RBS edged closer and closer when Semajal popped his head over the top. RBS jumped out of his skin!
“Boo” said Lord Semajal and fired two shots from his handgun, one missed RBS and smashed into the pot behind him, the second hit RBS in the hand. RBS panicked and started to sing Blink 182’s Adam’s Song as he crawled along the floor trying to hide behind his cabinet. He wanted to cry from the pain but instead he would fight and despite the pain he lunged out and fired at Semajal, the bullets smashed into the settee ripping holes in it. Semajal had leapt behind the settee but quickly reemerged and fired, RBS ran as his books got shot to pieces.
“RIGHT OK” yelled RBS now on his knees, “you win.”
“There is only way I can win” said Semajal as he raised his gun.
“But Semajal…” RBS began
“No buts” said Semajal calmly.
“but you’re out of ammo” said RBS with a smile on his face.
“Huh” panicked Semajal as he pulled the trigger to reveal and empty barrel.
RBS rolled forward and grabbed his machine gun he stood up and began firing as Semajal leapt and rolled into the kitchen. Lord Semajal fumbled with the handgun and tried desperately to load the gun but it was too late.
“Into the living room” demanded RBS, Semajal put his hands up and walked into the living room.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you and deliver your head to the hunters?” Asked RBS angrily.
“Erm… I make good guns?” said Semajal desperately. RBS pointed the gun at Semajal’s head and pulled back the catch. Semajal closed his eyes.
“He does you know” Said Dringo with one of Semajal’s guns pointed at RBS’s head.
“He sharpens a good axe too” Said Edgy who walked in front of RBS.
RBS lowered the gun that was pointed at Semajal’s head but quickly spun and grabbed Dringo’s gun, Dringo fired but RBS had made the gun go astray and it hit Edgy’s axe. Edgy dropped the axe and RBS ran at frightening speed out of the room.
“Ah well” said Dringo,
“Better luck next time” said Edgy as all three headed home.
Next the series Finale:
A Notable Hunter Story: Regulars Uprising
Election day…