I walked through the double doors into the coffee shop. "Hey...Hey Judy! Yeah, can I just have black coffee today?" I asked. "Sure thing hun. Cuttin' back lately?" she replied. "Nope, just wanted something different today." I walked to one of the many desks with the macs on them. I opened one up and saw a familiar websites name in the little box. "No way." I said as I was sucked into the internet for the second time in my life.
Enjoy.
P.S. Yes, I will be featuring certain users in the chronicles of Phil.
Man, I got confused. You put a bit of free running in there, and i thought you were talking about your self and i was all, "Wow, holy hell.....never knew he could freerun....or safely land from a 10 story fall. lol
But yeah, It really is great. But if you put me out of context I will eat your face and then let the buzzards pick yopur bones clean....and with that, have a nice day. :-)
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"Uh....hehe. Hi." I said nervously. He summoned his hammer of ban and swung it right towards my head. I rolled out of the way just in time to see the hole in the ground where my head used to be. I jumped up from the ground and dodged a couple swings from the mammoth sized hammer. I turned around and ran toward the red light. He threw the hammer at me and hit me in my left arm. I fell to the hard pavement and scraped my face. Badly. "AAAAOOOOOWW! F*** DUDE!" I yelled at him. "No cursing or flaming, Rule 2." He said as he pulled out his Moderator's Handbook. "Ow." I said. "Better," he said "but that would be considered spam...It's a one word post." "Ow, I am in pain, please help me not die." I said, sarcastically. He summoned his first aid kit and got out some bandage. I assumed it was for my face, but he put it on my arm, that I just realized was bleeding a ridiculous amount. "Whoah." I said.
"Is that a horsey joke? Cause if it is, I might have to call in some backup." said Strop. "Not a horse joke. I swear." I said as I pointed over his shoulder. He looked behind him and blinked a few times. "S***" he said. "Hypocrite." I said as he picked me up over his shoulder and ran to the other side of the street. I looked behind us at the horde of zombies. There had to be at least, what, 600, 700 of them. "Go faster." I said. "Lose weight." he said back. I turned around to see them gaining on us. I thought about what we should do. "Stop, please. We need to fight this out." I said. "Whatever you say. *mumble*crazy @$$*mumble*" He replied. He dropped me and continued running. "NOT COOL MAN! NOT COOL!" I screamed at him. I summoned my M16 with a snap. It didn't land in my arms, it landed on the ground and started firing in circles. "Noononononononnno."I said to myself. I saw a car coming from 20 yards away and I ran toward it. When I reached it it was going 50 miles per hour. I crashed through the passenger window and broke my leg. "DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!!!" I said. There was no one else in the car.
(Yes, we will be meeting Strop again sometime soon, along with Yazz[Zoph], Thoad [...Thoad.], and maybe Orlestat or Kai. Oh and probably Dingsly, I need to practice writing about him....)
I sighed. Nothing seemed to be going my way. I mean come on. I finally get out of trouble, and them I'm put right back in it. I banged my head on the glove box and switched seats. I got into the drivers seat and heard someone say :Whoah man, watch out. "WTF?!?!?!?! Holy S***, ghostghostghostghostghostghost." I said, frightened. I hated ghosts. Na man, I aint no ghost, I was just left behind. It said to me, in a sort of blues sounding voice. "Wait....are you an old account?" I asked. Sure am, I'm also a taxi driver. Where to son? he replied. "O.K. That doesn't really matter right now. I just don't want to die. Also my leg is broken." I panicked. Not no more it aint. he said as he pointed to my leg, that looked good as new. "How did you..." Us that are left behind get something for it. I got a car, that apparently is a movin' hopsital. "Whatever just get me away from those things." I said, rather rude. Yessa'. he said as the car transported to my Ex's house, that was apparently in Armor Games.
who is his Ex? And anyway, it's a good story, but why was he sucked into the site in the first place, and why is it a bad thing that people might see him? Did he make another account to get past a ban, or is he a notorious spammer or something. But if that is the case, why would Strop help him. Well, I guess we might find out!
