Outside the crypt on the hanger side 3:59 am
Underneath the Dragons neck like the healing barrel of a St Barnard hung Round Trip jones.
She couldn't tell if she was alive or aliveish.
If she rammed it with the van she was obviously risking The life... Lifeish of RTJ.
The Behemoth rose. Smoke bellowed from its nostrils. It's had back. She slammed the car into reverse but all senses sight smell hearing were replaced by the sensation of overwhelming heat.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Pig pile
The pig farm 3:25 AM
I was up and fighting before I even Realized it. I was Using scourge as a club and my other smaller colt more traditionally. Even with both hands laying some serous harm on pig mutants I was still just barley keeping my head above water. One falter or when I ran outta bullets i'd be sunk.
Tiny was slicing ham like it was easter dinner. His elegance and skill made killing look more like art. Ethan's technique on the other hand was anything but beautiful in fact it was down right hard to watch. Tearing fleshing pink chunks off any mutant unlucky enough to get in arms reach.
He was covered in blood.
Something was in teeth.
He was happy.
A was tearing up pig mutants like a clown shaped chainsaw... It .. Was ... It was gross.
I heard what I thought was a roar then In the distance I saw fire rise over the trees as if a inferno erupted from thin air. The ground shook the fire looked as if it would scorch the sky. It looked like it was right near my house right near the hanger.
Donna? Fuck
I can't think about it. I swung Scourge cracking a pig mutants skull.
But my mind was somewhere else with giant monsters a mountain of flame and someone I loved dearly.
I was up and fighting before I even Realized it. I was Using scourge as a club and my other smaller colt more traditionally. Even with both hands laying some serous harm on pig mutants I was still just barley keeping my head above water. One falter or when I ran outta bullets i'd be sunk.
Tiny was slicing ham like it was easter dinner. His elegance and skill made killing look more like art. Ethan's technique on the other hand was anything but beautiful in fact it was down right hard to watch. Tearing fleshing pink chunks off any mutant unlucky enough to get in arms reach.
He was covered in blood.
Something was in teeth.
He was happy.
A was tearing up pig mutants like a clown shaped chainsaw... It .. Was ... It was gross.
I heard what I thought was a roar then In the distance I saw fire rise over the trees as if a inferno erupted from thin air. The ground shook the fire looked as if it would scorch the sky. It looked like it was right near my house right near the hanger.
Donna? Fuck
I can't think about it. I swung Scourge cracking a pig mutants skull.
But my mind was somewhere else with giant monsters a mountain of flame and someone I loved dearly.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Face off
Just outside the cript hanger side 3:25
Matrix was going to ram the van Down the giant allegedly mythical beast's throat. It had landed in the road ahead of her and let out a threatening earth shaking growl in her direction. She said she wasn't impressed. I BELIVE her but I'd have been shitting my pants.
Clicking the high beams temporally blinded the chubby goth that road on top of the nightmare. He squirmed in his ornamental saddle and partially blocked his eyes with his forearm.
It was as big as a plane.
It lifted it's head and roared at the sky and that's when she saw him adhered to the monsters neck with chains.
She said was furious but I suspect there was some worry too.
As if the fucking flying fire breathing behemoth wasn't enough. This bitter little prick was playing dirty.
She had to respect that.
Matrix was going to ram the van Down the giant allegedly mythical beast's throat. It had landed in the road ahead of her and let out a threatening earth shaking growl in her direction. She said she wasn't impressed. I BELIVE her but I'd have been shitting my pants.
Clicking the high beams temporally blinded the chubby goth that road on top of the nightmare. He squirmed in his ornamental saddle and partially blocked his eyes with his forearm.
It was as big as a plane.
It lifted it's head and roared at the sky and that's when she saw him adhered to the monsters neck with chains.
She said was furious but I suspect there was some worry too.
As if the fucking flying fire breathing behemoth wasn't enough. This bitter little prick was playing dirty.
She had to respect that.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Hell comes to pig Town
Godlings pig farm 3:25 Am
We heard them move before we saw them.
It sounded like a 2nd explosion or a earthquake.
They moved in Unsion like a greasy muddy machine.
Ethan saw them first. It took every muscle I had to turn to to the tree line to see them.
They were big.
Not tall big. Thick.
Like body builder waring another body builders skin.
They had huge ripped legs that went down 2 hooves that wile probable 8 inches around looked to small to support their massive frames.
There arms were big veiny pieces of meat with hands the size of my head.
And of course Pig heads
Giant evil looking pig heads. They looked like fake demonic Halloween masks, but real. Very real.
The frat boy hadn't been bull shifting embellishing on my made up killer pig story he really saw pig people.
They came up from the woods fast but slowed to a deliberate march.
"Great" Ethan said pointing across the st
They were coming from behind the farm house and across the street into the filed. We were surrounded.
"cerdo" whispered Tiny
"Credo" I repeated.
We heard them move before we saw them.
It sounded like a 2nd explosion or a earthquake.
They moved in Unsion like a greasy muddy machine.
Ethan saw them first. It took every muscle I had to turn to to the tree line to see them.
They were big.
Not tall big. Thick.
Like body builder waring another body builders skin.
They had huge ripped legs that went down 2 hooves that wile probable 8 inches around looked to small to support their massive frames.
There arms were big veiny pieces of meat with hands the size of my head.
And of course Pig heads
Giant evil looking pig heads. They looked like fake demonic Halloween masks, but real. Very real.
The frat boy hadn't been bull shifting embellishing on my made up killer pig story he really saw pig people.
They came up from the woods fast but slowed to a deliberate march.
"Great" Ethan said pointing across the st
They were coming from behind the farm house and across the street into the filed. We were surrounded.
"cerdo" whispered Tiny
"Credo" I repeated.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Donna in Action
Andy Christ hadn't returned yet. Oracle was on medical leave. She had been up and about, but Donna wasn't about to force her out of bed this early, at least till she knew how bad it was.
The explosion was close by. And while not necessarily Godlings pig farm, the fact that she could not rise confirmed that we had either caused the explosion or were in it.
I can imagine her navigating the the dark winding halls in the crypt like a jungle cat - beautiful, graceful. Deadly. She would stop for a 1/2 second by her tiny souped up Prius then moving in to one of the extra vans realizing you couldn't fit Magloffabits in a Prius.
She would tear out of the hanger like a bat outta hell not waiting for hydraulics, only getting even with street-level. The cars undercarriage would scrape against the pavement and spark violently. She would instantly turn in the direction of the of the burning pig farm debris while embers would float menacingly against the night sky.
She'd probably try to raise us on one more time but stop when she noticed a shadow suddenly blocking out the moon light. Its huge form sweeping down at the car. She would most definitely accelerate to get out of its range, but bang a brutal 360 to face it head on; her warrior brain and her scholar brain drowning out the small internal cries for self preservation.
She would look it in the eyes when it completed the loop to change direction and charged from the sky towards her little car.
And I'm positive she didn't flinch or falter.
I never got to ask what she said when she stepped on the gas to accelerate forward, but I'm sure it was something to the cue of "let's go."
The explosion was close by. And while not necessarily Godlings pig farm, the fact that she could not rise confirmed that we had either caused the explosion or were in it.
I can imagine her navigating the the dark winding halls in the crypt like a jungle cat - beautiful, graceful. Deadly. She would stop for a 1/2 second by her tiny souped up Prius then moving in to one of the extra vans realizing you couldn't fit Magloffabits in a Prius.
She would tear out of the hanger like a bat outta hell not waiting for hydraulics, only getting even with street-level. The cars undercarriage would scrape against the pavement and spark violently. She would instantly turn in the direction of the of the burning pig farm debris while embers would float menacingly against the night sky.
She'd probably try to raise us on one more time but stop when she noticed a shadow suddenly blocking out the moon light. Its huge form sweeping down at the car. She would most definitely accelerate to get out of its range, but bang a brutal 360 to face it head on; her warrior brain and her scholar brain drowning out the small internal cries for self preservation.
She would look it in the eyes when it completed the loop to change direction and charged from the sky towards her little car.
And I'm positive she didn't flinch or falter.
I never got to ask what she said when she stepped on the gas to accelerate forward, but I'm sure it was something to the cue of "let's go."
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Stars and bruises
Ground zero were the silo used to be on goslings pig farm
I thought about the month of may. It had sucked. Every inch of me hurt, hell even the bottom of my feet hurt. When do you think of the bottom of your feet.
When you step on a nail?
Barefoot on hot pavement?
Bad shoes?
But I was uber conscious I had bottoms of my feet and they hurt like hell.
We all sat there quiet peaceful.
The smoke and dust had cleared you could see the stars. They were beautiful.
We never did find our what happened to the pigs. They were here recently there poop led us here.
"Dynamo" tiny said his tone as tranquil as I felt
"Yea buddy"
"Why did you hit me in the head with a 8 ball"?
The ground began vibrate. Hooves the ground it sounded like a stampede I was too hurt to turn in look.
"Anyone looking that way" asked tiny
"I am" said Ethan
"Should we be worried" tiny almost laughed. The kinda laugh a movie death row inmate makes before they pull the Electric chair lever down.
"Kinda" Said Ethan.
This is the Second time in as many hours as I heard him sound confused. Lunatics to Houston multiple angry Asian demons in their body ... well.. it took a lot to confuse that sort person.
"Pigs" I said
"Kinda said Ethan.
I thought about the month of may. It had sucked. Every inch of me hurt, hell even the bottom of my feet hurt. When do you think of the bottom of your feet.
When you step on a nail?
Barefoot on hot pavement?
Bad shoes?
But I was uber conscious I had bottoms of my feet and they hurt like hell.
We all sat there quiet peaceful.
The smoke and dust had cleared you could see the stars. They were beautiful.
We never did find our what happened to the pigs. They were here recently there poop led us here.
"Dynamo" tiny said his tone as tranquil as I felt
"Yea buddy"
"Why did you hit me in the head with a 8 ball"?
The ground began vibrate. Hooves the ground it sounded like a stampede I was too hurt to turn in look.
"Anyone looking that way" asked tiny
"I am" said Ethan
"Should we be worried" tiny almost laughed. The kinda laugh a movie death row inmate makes before they pull the Electric chair lever down.
"Kinda" Said Ethan.
This is the Second time in as many hours as I heard him sound confused. Lunatics to Houston multiple angry Asian demons in their body ... well.. it took a lot to confuse that sort person.
"Pigs" I said
"Kinda said Ethan.
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