*Mikey was finishing up at the bar. He was cleaning the glasses, his eyes on his reflection. Though he kept a perfect facade of a friendly and charismatic man, he wasn’t sure what he was anymore. His eyes were locked onto the single wine glass he was cleaning, until he was brought back to reality with the sound of the familiar voice again. He turned toward the voice, and sure enough, it was Sally again.* Sally: Hey, Mike. Busy as usual, I see Mikey: Yeah. Just about done for the night
It was a dark night, and there was lots of fog. Then, the ghost parang buriko was seen running through the streets of Ponyville. He was killed in an accident on Halloween, and every taon on the araw of the accident, the ghost parang buriko runs around ponyville, shreiking like a Nawawala soul!
bahaghari Dash: Pinkie, what are you talking about? Pinkie Pie: The ghost pony. Snips, and Snails saw it last night. bahaghari Dash: Where?
Man: Come on, girl. Don’t be like that *A skinny man with ratty hair were standing in front of a woman at a bar. She had been doing her best to ignore them, but they had decided to sit at the table, doing what they could to get her attention* Woman: I told you to go away Man: Aw, come on. Why don’t we go and have some fun. Who knows, you may just like what I got for you, babe *The woman struck the man across the face with a slap. The man only chuckled as he punched the woman across the face, sending her to the floor*
On rail shooters, one of the most basic kinds of shooters that can be a ton of fun if made sa pamamagitan ng the right kind of people. Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles and House of the Dead are pretty good examples of games that are very fun on-rail shooters. And with that out of the way, today, we will be looking at an on-rail shooter today, known as Attack on the pelikula 3D, a game that I only got from a dollar store in southeast Ohio. I bought this game without any knowledge of what it was when I bought it as a kid. So, what is it? Oh wait! It’s a game with very low scores? Oh wait! It’s considered...
*Mack was driving down the road, having taken control of the car after Mambo had gotten injured. His suit was smeared with the blood of Chuck, a streak of it across his hockey mask. And yet, he didn’t ipakita any remorse in his killing. In fact, no emotion at all was seen in his actions. Not rage, not even enjoyment. It was as if he was a machine that was made for the purpose of killing. Mambo sat in the passenger seat, clutching his bulletwound. Yet, throughout the drive, he didn’t stop looking at Mack. Even he was terrified of him. Despite this, he did his best to make conversation with...
*Mikey looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. A black vest with barely visible red lines, atop a white uniform. Seeing himself in such a suit, one he had no intentions of using, was enough to make him feel madami defeated than he did just the night before. He kept his gaze on the mirror, before his eyes fell down in a sort of somber silence, before the door opened, with Mambo leaning against the door, stirring a glass of bourbon, the ice clinking against the glass as Mambo took a slow drink, before looking up, giving a satisfying sigh)
(A silent night, snow falling from the sky, as a man walked down an alleyway. There was no sound. Nothing but the noises of someone running and panting, almost screaming. The running stopped, but the screaming was only madami frequent, as the mysterious man at the end of the alley walked into the frame, blocking path. In his hand, a tommy gun, with a drum at the side, held in his right hand, before lifting it into both hands. The figure screamed and panicked, trying to find an escape, but to no avail. It was only when the gun was fired did any light shine on the...
*Hesitant at first, especially seeing Rebecca in her current state, Hannah took hold of the handgun and handed it to Rebecca. Rebecca grabbed hold of the end of the gun, the heavy weight bringing her hands to almost fall, the cold steel chilling her hands. She stared at the gun silently, a blank expression on her face, before she looked up, her eyes widening as she looked behind Hannah. Seeing her eyes look behind her, Hannah turned to see what it was she stared at. A creature rushing town the hall. A black, slimy body with six sets of hands. The black tar that made up the creatures body was...
*The hatred that Hannah had for Franklin was building up inside. He was right. He was right about her. But she had a feeling, a feeling that, if she didn’t do something, he would get away with these murders. There would be no evidence, nothing to prove that he was the one responsible for the murders. She didn’t ipakita any signs of hesitation for someone like him. She aimed the gun at Franklin and fired the gun at his head. He fell back, his body limp before it even hit the ground. As soon as he was dead, the world around Hannah started to fall into black as she slowly awakened.*
Okay, for clarification to people waking up and wondering, "What in the fuck is happening" Uh.... Surprisingly, not the drunken ramblings of autists.... Well, definitely not the drunk part. It was just a massive shitposting war. If you have something planned to post, I'd recommend holding off for a while, lest it get buried in a sea of shitposts
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