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Post by Fredirck F. Frock on Oct 14, 2013 16:09:59 GMT -5
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This day must of not been the best day for Fred to visit. No one came out to greet you, doors were slammed shut, and stores were closed. Not a soul was outside. Well, except for the idiot Marine known as Frock.
Loguetown was now a ghost town. Frock stood his ground; he wanted to know what was happening and why there was no one here. Maybe it was the apocalypse? There was only one way to find out, and that was to investigate. Frock wanted to investigate this mystery of why NO ONE was around. But, this also gave him another question. How did he get on this island? Maybe it was like the first episode of "The Walking Dead" where he woke up in a hospital. Except, Frock didn't wake up in a hospital or on the floor. He was just wondering and found himself here. Spooky. Either way, Frock just wanted to get to the bottom of this and leave this town as soon as possible.
His legs were shaking with fear, he didn't dare make a peep. It was unlike Frock to be so scared but, if he was the only person living, how was he supposed to live? No reproduction of quarter froglings or whatever type of hybrid he would make. His steps were starting to diminish into shuffles and finally he stood still. In the middle of the square, looking up at the platform that Gol D. Roger was executed on. Why did he let himself wonder over here? This wasn't foreshadowing how he was going to die, right? RIGHT? He collapsed to his knees, his palms buried into his face. "I DON'T WANNA DIE!! I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO STILL!!!" He whaled, tears streaming down his face and dropping to the pavement. Hopefully, this wasn't the end of Fredrick F. Frock because if it was, then there was no point in posting this.
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Post by Pizza Hut Jones on Oct 16, 2013 20:16:03 GMT -5
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Lucky for the frog stranger, this was not the end of him; well at least not just yet. There was another soul strolling around the 'undead' town and that person happened to be the exactly wrong person; Pizza Hut Jones. Not only a pirate but a sick one at that. His motives?
Same as usual cause ruckus, but first of all he had to find where the bitches was at hopefully they could give him so motivation in a way. But then again the more he looked, the lower his muse came down; perhaps the town had turned into a ghost town, or they had all locked their doors and hid away as soon as they heard the number one most hated pirates was going to be strolling around their neighberhood.
He highly doubted that though, in his eyes they loved him just had a funny way of showing it; bastards. He could not figure out weather this had hurt his feelings or not, and he was trying his best to ignore it. He was just about to collapse to his knees and cry but before he could someone else did it for him.
Probably some pussy not too far away.
Curiosity poked at him and in less than some moments he went dashing away to the source of the loud noise, and just as he had hoped it would not take much longer for him to befall his eyes upon a...frog? Brows would quirk in curiosity, and he would slowly look down only to figure out it was some guy in a frog hat.
"THE HELL?"
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Post by Fredirck F. Frock on Oct 18, 2013 17:49:37 GMT -5
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Zombies. Fred quivered at the thought and at his imagination that drew him closer to hallucinating that they were real. He was still on his knees and he was still balling his eyes out. A small puddle had formed around his kneecaps, some dribbled down his jacket and onto the cold pavement. Either way, Fred was not having a good day, and probably wouldn’t get better if he stayed here and watched his death.
Of course, death was still an hallucination in his mind. He hadn’t gone crazy yet and if he did, he would be curled up in a ball instead of being a crying wimp. In the distance, he heard a sound, echoing through the alleys and corridors. It was loud, and quick. What had Fred done? He attracted attention and now they were coming to eat his brains. “Zombies?” he whispered gently to himself, a weeping “ribbit” wasn’t spoken. He starred in the direction of the sound, his eyes watery and tears kept streaming down his pale cheeks.
It wasn’t long before the sound stopped, and the figure approached the square. His vision was blurry due to the watery eyes but he could still make out a decent image. A human? No, he knew exactly what it was. A ZOMBIE! His legs wouldn’t budge. “Zombie, ribbit....” he whispered again, his voice trailing off into the distance. His brain first didn’t register it but after a while, it clicked. Fred squirmed away from the human in panic. His eyes pouring out tears and his skin crawling with fear. He dragged himself further and further until he looked behind him to see where the figure was.
“Zombie pirate, ribbit.”
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Post by Pizza Hut Jones on Oct 18, 2013 18:48:12 GMT -5
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He was still left in bewilderment at the sight of the stranger, he was unusual but who knew of the funny stuff people did in this world. Just as he was about to clown him on his 'funny sense of fashion', the frog hybrid or whatever the guy was would speak in a rather gibberish language, taking a while for the pirate to catch on to his words.
He felt a sudden jolt of hatred for the thing in front of him after what he had said. A zombie! He would raise his hand to slowly soothe his smooth skin, and he would look back to the frog in front of him with a look of anger and disdain unlike any other.
"Am I really that pale?
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[/color] The look of anger would slowly accumulate into the look of the devil himself, the veins in his forhead and neck throbbing so hard he felt them. It was not like him to get angry so quickly considering he was the one who got people angry most of the time but the ghost town, and the lack of intelligence in the frog's words was taking a toll on him. Just as quick as he would unsheathe his blade from it's sheath, it would drop. The funny look of anger in his face slwoly metamorphing into a look of amusement, the frown would turn upsidedown into a smile and merry laughs of high caliber would roll out from his mouth in a jolly fashion. Strangely, he could not be mad at the frog; the guy had just trolled him; badly at that. The fact that he was the one getting clowned, instead of clowining others just made him burst in joyful laughter. The more he looked at the guy and the more he listened to the stupidity coming out from his mouth, the more he wanted to laugh. Patting his chest he would try and calm himself down befoe he died out of laughter, he could feel the lack of breath he was taking in. Just as soon as he had stopped, he sought for even more laughter. He had decided to go along with the crazy frog err guy, or whatever he was and luckily the pirate had just the supplies to do so. Letting the awkward silence take over for a quick moment, his hand would move swiftly to his back and back front with a mask. Putting it on, he would smile and open his mouth only to break the serene silence and go for a comical bite of the frog's head which would most likely end with a fail considering the hat. "BRAINS!"[/color] [/div]  TAG: BRAINZZ! ### WORDS © MOO OF OTE [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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