Obi-John-Kenobi
A black-ass Batman
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Would anyone mind if I posted an app?
Thank you.No. Go right ahead. But you have under 50 posts, so a sample post w/ the app is needed.
Okay. Here's my sample post (not sure how long it has to be, though).You need a sample post, and by the way, you don't need to ask to put up an app.
Hope no one minds Ben's description of Racoon City, as well as the nod towards the CAHRPG's main city of Lost Haven.![]()
Did anyone like my sample post at all? I wouldn't mind some constructive criticism, if needed.
Three soldiers in a truck and well armed jeep are heading into town for supplies. Anyone who needs a lift should be in the area. We'll be there in a post or two.
Ha Ha! Damn you. Now no one will won't a ride from me. Cause com'n. Who wants to ride with a teenager when they got military.
Okay. Here's my sample post (not sure how long it has to be, though).
"Hey, Sammy!" Eric called from behind the pizza oven. "Get over here and switch this baby on."
"Gotcha!" Sam Matthews quickly made his way towards the oven and flicked the "on/off" switch which activated the oven.
"How's it look?"
Sam flashed a thumbs up. "Looks great, Eric. Ya did a swell job cleanin' out that sucker."
Eric nodded smugly. "Yer damn right I did. Dat's why I'm gonna be assistant manager of this dump sometime within da next few weeks."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming wise-ass. I still can't believe they got us working during the Fourth."
"Yeah, but what're ya gonna do, eh? Alex needs money now more than ever what wid dat kid he's got on da way."
Sam nodded and took a swig from his Sprite bottle. He looked down at a tray of what slightly looked like freshly baked garlic bread.
"Did you scrape this off the street?"
Eric feigned heart-break. "I made those myself. Whaddya REALLY think of em'?"
"Honestly, I've seen my dog puke up $hit that looked more appetizing than this."
Sam smiled as he heard Eric mutter a curse under his breath. Suddenly, he heard the back door open.
"Dat must be Alex. I got it." Sam nodded as Eric headed for the back door.
Sam grabbed a nearby pizza peel, twirled it in one hand, and scooped a large deluxe pizza out of the oven. The scent of fresh baked pizza wafted through the store. It was one of the many reasons why Sam loved working at Fox's.
Suddenly, Sam heard a scream coming from the back door, and he quickly headed over there to investigate. He saw Eric sitting in a chair panting heavily, blood dripping from his hand.
"Eric!" Sam grabbed some paper towels and hurried towards his injured friend.
"What the hell happened, man?!"
"Buncha crazies..." Eric gasped as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Tried to get in... Had to... Had to barricate the door..." Eric motioned to a large desk he had placed in front of the door. Loud thudding could be heard from the other side.
"Dude, what happened to your hand?"
"One of em' bit me." Eric finally managed to catch his breath as Matt began wrapping his wound with the paper towels.
"Wait here, I'll go call the cops."
Sam ran towards the phones. But froze in horror at what he saw outside the window.
A young woman was running from three bloody psychopaths. She began screaming for help when she suddenly tripped on a speed bump and hit the ground. The psychos were right on top of her then, literally! They threw themselves on top of her, and began... EATING her!!
Sam grew angry at what he was seeing. He picked up a pizza peel and rushed outside. He ran towards the three psychos who were eating the woman and hit one in the back of the head with the pizza peel, taking it clean off.
"What the...?"
The remaining two psychos got up and began to attack Sam. Sam took a step back and readied his weapon. Suddenly he began to hear footsteps all around him, and turned to see several more bloodied men and women slowly walking toward him.
Sam had no idea what was going on, but one thing was certain:
This would be a 4th of July Sam would never forget.