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The City of Paradise
By: Site Adminitrator Date: April 6, 2012, 12:12 am
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Captain Veikha
Helghast Holdout
Newbie
Posts: 33
Karma: +3/-20
Leader of the Lost Brigade
Re: The City of Paradise
« Reply #2 on: February 18, 2012, 06:28:24 pm »
"EHHHRRHRRHH ERHHRHHRHHH EHHHHRHRHHR" The alarm clock rang out
just before his hand flopped down hard to stop it, except this
morning he ended up accidentally slapping it to the floor and
busting it. "SHIT!" He exclaimed, as he forced himself up,
already annoyed at how his morning started.
He stood up out his bed groggily and rubbed his eyes before
shuffling over to the shower and getting in. He washed his hair
just as sluggishly as he got out of the bed, stupidly getting
some of the foam in his eyes, his annoyance growing at the pain
as he again screamed out, "AHHH DAMMIT!!!!! SHIT!!!"
As he got out, he started shaving, and it all seemed to go fine,
until he shook a bit in his concentration and cut his face a
bit. He grumbled and put some toilet paper over the wound as he
finished trimming up his Goatee. Quickly he got his teeth
brushed and went back to the bedroom of his trailer, his wife
sitting on the bed watching Re-runs of the Jerry Springer show.
He threw on some nice clothes as his wife yelled at him, "You
goin' out?" To which he falshed a kind smile to her and said,
"Yeah babe I have a few jo-" She didn't give him time to finish
before she sarcastically called out, "Well get me some Milk and
some Ice cream on your back from those interviews you'll fuck
up! AWW Come on bitch you can fight harder than that, you
pussy!"
He rolled his eyes a bit but still gave her another smile and
said, "Sure thing I'll pick it all up on my way home." At that
he moved to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast,
only to tip the box towards the bowl to have cockroaches fall
into the bowl. He jumped, screaming out "GODDAMNIT!! guess I'll
get some fuckin' cereal too...." With that he grabbed his keys
and walked out the door to his car after petting his dog, only
after he got into the car he put the key in the ignition and
twisted, and the car started, but sputtered out after he shifted
into gear only for him to punch his steering wheel, "FUCK DAMN
PIECE OF SHIT!!!!" he cussed out before stepping out of the car,
his foot landing straight into a pile of his dog's poo. "UGHHHH
DAMNIT!!!" He let out again before smearing it off his shoes on
the edge of the car door and stormed off down the road.
Walking to his first interview he passed by a liquor store, with
a man standing outside smoking a cigarette. The man called out
to him saying, "Hey buddy! Hey man..." The dude looked over and
with a polite smile said, "Yeah, what can I do for ya, sir, errr
you got one I could bum?" The man gave a shit-eating grin and
said, "Yeah but errr, you think you could spare a few bucks? See
err I gotta catch a bus gotta go to the Veteran's Hospital."
With that he handed the Dude a smoke and was kind enough to
light it for him. With a drag off the smoke, the dude looked at
him and said, "I'm sorry buddy, I'm pretty low on cash, actually
gotta head to some job interviews today, got laid off a while
back." The man then quickly got aggravated and started cursing
the Dude out, "You shit eatin' boss types are all da
same.....got everything in da world but can't help some of us
lowuh class folk out you got some nerve ya prick..." It was all
the Dude could to keep his cool and walk away, luckily to the
concurrence of the irate bum.
After a walk that seemed to take forever, he finally made it to
his first interview, a greasy spoon joint called Paradise
Burger. Walking in he smelled the awful smells of burning beef
and curdling cheese, incinerated hotdogs and of course hot fryer
grease. "You here for the interview?" A voice said, belonging to
a toll faced rotund old lady from the inside of a partly ajar
door marked, "Manager Only" The Dude looked over with a happily
surprised look and said, "Yes, Yes I am." "Come back here
please." The lady said as the Dude walked into the backroom.
"Alright, what're ya qualifications?" She asked, a disinterested
look on her face as she stared at her computer monitor. "Well, I
worked in a McDonald's when i was in highschool so I know how to
work the grill and the fryer." He said rather enthusiastically,
expressing that he was interested in employment, however the
lady just kept typing away as she muttered, "Mhm, wonduhful,
Where do ya see yuhself in foive years?" She asked, to which he
replied, "Well hopefully, I'd like to have stable
employment...." She cut him off, saying, "Great, yeah, whoiy
should we hoiruh you ohvuh tha othuh applicants?”
He blinked and started off saying, “Well, I’d like to say I have
good work ethic, I have experience, I’m a good team-” She
interrupted him again saying, “Wonduhful you should recieve a
cawll in tha next two weeks.....Have a nice day and thanks for
apploi-ing at Paradise Boiguh.” He stood there for a moment and
salmemd his hands to the desk, “Were you even listening to me?!
Or were you so enthralled by your game of Tetris you forgot to
do your damn job?! I came here for a GODDAMN Job Interview not
to sit around and get cut off by some idiot who’s too much of a
bitch to give applicants the time of day!” He ranted, his volume
rising with his irritation. “Soir I’m gonna half to axe you to
leave please....” She retorted nonchalantly as he whipped around
and stormed out screaming “MOTHER FUCKER!!!” on his way out the
door.
He completely disregarded his other interview and stopped into
the convience store with the money he “borrowed” from his wife’s
handbag. He grabbed the milk and icecream and stepped in line,
right as a the man up front pulled out a gun and fired at the
cashier who got hit but then whipped out a shotgun of his own
and started firing off shells till he bled out. The Robber
simply ripped the cash register away from the desk and ran, and
the dude from his place on the ground looked on with a
terrified, “what’s Going on” type expression on his face, before
realizing that his purchases were now free.
He quickly left the store and started race walking back towards
the Trailer park when the Man from the Liquor Store Parking Lot
showed up again, “Alright buddy, lemme borrow a few bucks
c’mon....” His tone this time was more forceful than before, but
the dude wasn’t having it as he angrily retorted, “I DON’T HAVE
ANY FUCKING MONEY!!!!” The Man gave a surprised look, “Oh ya
think you a tough guy eh? gimme that milk!”And with that he
snatched the milk and ran after punching the Dude in the face.
“SON OF A BITCH GODDAMNIT MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” The dude screamed
furiously as he took the Ice cream under his arm and proceded
home., only upon nearing his Trailer he saw it shaking with wild
noises coming from inside. “what the---” He muttered as he
stepped inside, “Hey baby I got the Ice---WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” He
exclaimed seeing her having sex with two homeless meth addicts
in his bed.
That was it. He stormed out and stomped right over to the pay
phone, dialing a number, “Come on! You’re my uncle man! Just
give me a couple hundred bucks, just enough to leave this
SHITHOLE FUCKBUCKET TOWN in my dust FOREVER!”
“Aight aight calm down man calm down....”
“NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! THE BITCH FUCKIN’ CHEATED ON ME!”
“Hey buddy!”
“Hold on, GODDAMNIT GO AWAY FUCKIN’ SLIME I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING
FOR YOU YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER!” The Dude screamed starting to
lose it, except the man from the liquor store parking lot had a
gun this time. “Awww nah you ain’t holdin’ out on me this time
sport!” The dude smiled and pulled the gun to his own chest, “Do
it C’mon I beg ya ya dumb bastard go for it! You won’t believe
how happy that’d make me right now!” He said, his voice showing
the signs of mental instability as the man proceded to slap him
senseless as they played tug of war over the gun......
“BANG!!!!!”
“FUCKIN’ DAMNIT!!!!” the dude said and ran after taking the gun,
heading for the outskirts of town.
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Captain Veikha
Helghast Holdout
Newbie
Posts: 33
Karma: +3/-20
Leader of the Lost Brigade
The City of Paradise
« Reply #1 on: February 17, 2012, 10:44:56 pm »
Welcome to Paradise, a little slice of heaven....
Yeah right....Welcome to Paradise, the shittiest hole in all of
the worst public restrooms. Graffiti marks reign supreme against
the sleepy desert town from the Defunkt Trainyard, to the City
Center, the mall, police station even in the slums and Trailer
Parks. Dead cars litter the trailer parks and the trainyard,
filled with rusty old rail cars. Yep, A better city you won't
find in the desert.
This city is home to a lovely bunch of quiet peaceful townsfolk,
who protest everything they don't agree with forcefully, dirty
cops, drug dealers and whores, and on the outskirts of town a
wonderful monestary with some of the craziest cult psychos you'd
ever wanna meet. Rumor is they're fighting with a terrorist cell
who also want to bring about the end of the world the cultists
worship so fervently.
This is a week in the lives of a few individuals who just can't
take it anymore, and it's Sunday morning.....
NOTES: This is a strictly human roleplay, no cyborgs or demons
or magicians, or deities, mutants.....JUST HUMAN
Gratuitous Violence is greatly encouraged, but not at all
necessary
The object is to unleash your real life stress by going Postal
in Paradise
This RP is based off the Running With Scissors franchise
"Postal" and is a work of complete fiction no matter how
irreverant, politically incorrect, controversial or just down
right sick and disturbing subject matter may get.
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