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Post by katina2nd on Oct 27, 2012 19:33:54 GMT -6
Thanks Jox [ and Scrappy ] couldn't for the life of me remember where that ImageShake account came from.
Now there's a handsome fella in that Avatar.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 27, 2012 22:03:57 GMT -6
You're more than welcome, Kat. Would have been on it sooner had I known you weren't the one who set up your last avatar.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 3, 2012 10:12:53 GMT -6
*Evil desk clerk walks silently through the halls looking for trouble
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Post by stepper on Nov 3, 2012 14:39:57 GMT -6
No trouble here - Samuel is doing a great job of...whatever it is he does. The thing with the talking hair is easliy distracted by chocolate which seems to be showing up all over the place, including the closet she keeps calling a room. Mr. Pumpking head is off playing games somewhere, and the elf looking thing has been strangely quiet. So, nothing happening here!  (One wonders if the elf thing is having problems related to Sandy...and hopes not.) Okay Mr. Pumpkin...time for you to get cracking. |
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 3, 2012 17:27:30 GMT -6
I'm watching you all.
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Post by stepper on Nov 3, 2012 18:48:15 GMT -6
It's the strangest thing, but this guy named Pete Dixon keeps showing up and asks if I'm ready for my history lesson. And I keep hearing laughter in the background. I don't mind, but the problem with history is that every year there's more of it to learn.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 3, 2012 20:40:14 GMT -6
Who the hell is Samuel?
As for you watching, Countess...ok, what am I doing now, huh? Huh? Don't know, do you? <impish grin>
Same here!
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Post by Spock on Nov 3, 2012 21:23:12 GMT -6
Nah, everyone is still alive ... so far ... and they are all supposedly adults, entirely capable of resolving their own problems.
Think I will go back to meditating ... and healing.
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Post by stepper on Nov 3, 2012 22:46:18 GMT -6
Glad you're okay Spock.
Phalon: Samuel is my servant zombie who carried my luggage to my room when I arrived. It took him a long time because parts kept falling off due to the weight of the Reeses chocolate pumpkins, and the parts had to be sewn back on.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 4, 2012 1:09:31 GMT -6
Well I'm rarin' to go with the next challenge, the fact that I haven't completed the last one yet is of no significance, multi tasking is a specialty of mine ............ as is stretching the truth.
I've snacked on the chocolate bars I keep finding strewn all over the place, now I'm looking for something more substantial; what does Pumpkinhead eat I hear you ask, well anything he likes actually, including Imps, servants (and their masters) game moderators and anything else that takes his fancy ........... just letting you all know.
*Slipped back into third person mode there for a moment*
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Post by Phalon on Nov 4, 2012 9:08:37 GMT -6
I thought that was Steve - Steve is the zombie bellhop.
Wait! You mean we all have our own personal zombie servants?! Oh, joy!
I bet my Zombie Steve can beat your Zombie Samuel. Let's race. Whichever zombie makes it to the finish line with the least amount of body parts missing wins.
First though, I've got something to take care of....
<Keeping a bit clenched between her teeth, the Imp pulls at the giant wad of chewing gum, effectively creating a long rope of it. She fastens it into a gum lasso, ropes the pumpkinhead thing, and hog ties it. Immobile, it lamely wallows on the ground, safely out of distance from the other contestants.>
Where were we? Oh, yes. My Zombie against your Zombie. Winner gets all the Pumpkinhead's chocolate.
<impish grin>
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 4, 2012 10:27:37 GMT -6
No hog tying in the lobby!
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Post by stepper on Nov 4, 2012 11:41:52 GMT -6
No problem! I gave most of the Reeses pumpkins to Ms Rulz. She's busy creating the world's largest chocolate smudge on her cheeks. While she's distracted I'll just dump the rest of them into the fridge. See? Nothing to make parts fall.  Of course, the super glue and duct tape will help too. That and the fact that I have already snagged the only wheel chair in the place and Samuel enjoyed his ride to the desk, so, all he lost was dust and that wasn't his dust anyway. No missing parts. {Uh, Sam, where's your foot?} Is that hog tying? He looks more like a half chewed gummy bear, with a lot of slobber dripping from a couple of Steve's appendages. She'll never find them there! She hasn't got a chance of winning the Zombie contest! |
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Post by Phalon on Nov 4, 2012 19:33:24 GMT -6
All Zombie Steve's parts have been pre-and-reattached with Imp chewed gum - a bond stronger than anything known to mortal man or trash bags. Duct tape cringes and falls to pieces in the presence of Imp chewed gum.
Oh, and if there's no hog tying, there's no wheelchairs for zombies. And since there's no rules, neither applies, nor does anything else for that matter.
<The Imp sends Zombie Steve flying across the finish line with a sling-shot made from Imp gum.>
We win! We win!!!!
<impish grin from Zombie Steve>
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Post by stepper on Nov 4, 2012 19:53:29 GMT -6
Unfortunately for the Imp, Imp chewed gum loses its flavor but becomes extra elastic. As Steve reaches - but does NOT cross - the finish line the gum does a perfect imitation of a bungie cord - stopping his progress and then snapping him back. Since he's sliding across the floor he doesn't slow down and slams into the ghoulies who rip off all his limbs and send them flying to the far reaches of the hotel. The gum wraps around the Imp and Steve like an old twisted Christmas light string leaving them helplessly entangled and incapable of movement - except for falling on the floor where they stick like glue. I hope they really like each other 'cause that's not changing anytime soon.
And with the Imp making Imp eyes at Zombie Steve because that's all she can see, Sam crosses the finish line three times just to show off.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 4, 2012 21:52:01 GMT -6
*snort
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Post by Phalon on Nov 5, 2012 7:24:03 GMT -6
<As Zombie Steve's various body parts fly across the room, a foot - minus a left foot sock, because it's been left to boil for 24 hours in the kitchen by somebody - catches Zombie Samuel in the mouth, effectively ripping Zombie Sam's head clean from its zombie neck. Foot in mouth bounce a few times, roll across the floor, and come to a stop directly in front of the hog-tied Pumpkinhead. Even more hungry after all that wallowing on the ground, Pumpkinhead swallows Samuelhead in one gulp, spitting out the foot.....because it tastes like foot. And chewed Imp gum. The gummed foot flies through the air, and as if it has a built in homing device, lands perfectly in place, reattached to Steve's left ankle.
Headless Showoff Zombie Sam aimlessly wheels his wheelchair back-and-forth across the room, thinking he's crossing the finish-line. Unfortunately for Glad, his headless zombie heads in the wrong direction, and instead of the finish-line, he runs over his master....three times. Glad the Flattened is deflated.
Meanwhile.....>
"Oh, Steve!!! I feel there's a bond between us, don't you?"
<impish swoon>
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Post by stepper on Nov 5, 2012 18:48:44 GMT -6
Realizing that he is, for the first time since the game started, about to lose, Glad quickly grabs another bag and seals himself in neck high. He then super inhales and mightily passes gas inside the (hopefully) well sealed bag thus reinflating himself! With amazing speed and agility he both wrongs (let’s face it, that was just plain wrong) and rights himself.
Meanwhile across the room, Pumpkinhead is finding out that Zombies are only good with ketchup and since Samuel’s lone condiment was mouse mustard, Pumpkinhead has become pukinghead. Out flies Samuelhead in surprisingly good condition all things considered. Blasted out like a missile from a silo, Sam’s head sails across the room and is snagged by Glad who is standing near the Imp. Glad grabs the rest of Sam’s body in the wheelchair and slams the head in place, using Elmers Paste (‘cause that’s all he’s got at the moment, and he likes the picture of the cow on the front) he wraps Sam’s head in place with a lone sock he found – its mate curiously bubbling away in a pot for some reason – and uses a clothes pin to hold it all together.
Breathing heavily from the stress, Glad, ready to claim victory, spins the chair so Sam is facing the finish line…and realizes Sam’s body spun around, but his head is still facing the wrong direction. SAM!! {no reaction} Uh, Sam. Sammy baby, let’s get going! Sam. Sam?? Glad follows Sam’s unyielding gaze. Glad then notices that there is something rising off of Steve but can’t tell if it’s dust, smoke, or steam and hopes he’s got a camera ‘cause no matter what happens down there it’s going to be good. {I can see it now! Imp Kardashian! Film at 11.}
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 5, 2012 23:59:56 GMT -6
*sigh
I'm thinking it's almost time to shut this old rat trap down. Though you guys are having such a good time maybe a little longer?
What do you all think?
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Post by Phalon on Nov 6, 2012 5:36:14 GMT -6
<Deep, hot and heavy in the throes of Zombie Love, the Imp is oblivious to the commotion around her. For yes, Dear Viewers, yes, yes, oh, YES!!! Steve may have lost a few parts during the ill-fated sling-shot move, but he has one important appendage remaining....one oh-so-very important appendage, and he uses it now with the Imp oh-so-very skillfully. It is big, and....>
Wait! Sheesh, people get your minds out of the gutter! She is writing on a PG board, for goodness sake. It's his foot. His left foot, to be exact. We are playing footies!!! Now, Steve, where were we?
<The Imp goes back to the throes, ignoring the Countess's request to lock up. In what looks like an odd game of 'I wanna be on top...No, it's my turn to be on top', the Imp and Zombie Steve roll across the floor...taking turns being on top.>
Look, Steve, look!!! We've made it! Our plan worked, and we're across the finish line. We've won!!! Steve? Steve? Oooooh, Steve!!!!
<HUGE Zombie grin>
Disclaimer: No actual zombies were maimed, beheaded, de-limbed, or played footies during the production of this game....because there is no such thing as actual zombies. The Reeses Peanut Butter Cups though, suffered catastrophic loses.
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Post by Spock on Nov 6, 2012 17:32:59 GMT -6
I had a most satisfactory meditation session while here. In fact, I may just have to book ahead for next year as accommodations may be hard to find if word gets out about this fine establishment.
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Post by stepper on Nov 6, 2012 19:53:00 GMT -6
Glad that the Imp believes she's won something, we elect to refrain from explaining that what she crossed was merely a line in the dust created by Steve's foot being slung about during all the festivities. We are, after all, a gentleman.  No, really, I am! Look, just because I was distracted a bit by the twisty maneuvers going on back there...I mean you can't blame me! She was out in public back there! For crying out loud - she was so wrapped up in all that stuff she was doing that five of the ghouls got pregnant. |
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 8, 2012 20:46:58 GMT -6
*The hostess with the mostess closes and locks the front door of the haunted hotel and nails a piece of paper to it. The piece of paper says "Condemned No Admittance Until Further Notice" She turns away from the door to address the forlorn contestants standing in the driveway.
Thank you all for playing and making this a fun episode of survivor. Unfortunately we have to close this location up and turn our sights to the next one. Now....
Pack up your stuff I got nothin for ya.
*evil desk clerk and Steve the Zombie stand on the front porch with looks of utter disappointment on their faces. Tears gently falling on their cheeks and waving as the contestants stroll down the driveway soon to re-enter their lives.
The evil desk clerk turns to Steve gently wiping the moisture from his eyes. "I thought they'd NEVER leave! I am so happy! Come on Steve let's go to the storage closet. i stole a bunch of those Reese's Peanut butter pumpkins from the garbage guy."
*evil desk clerk turns back toward the hotel, clicks his heels as he enters the front door dragging the dismembered Steve along with him.
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Of course, the super glue and duct tape will help too. That and the fact that I have already snagged the only wheel chair in the place and Samuel enjoyed his ride to the desk, so, all he lost was dust and that wasn't his dust anyway. No missing parts. {Uh, Sam, where's your foot?}