7 Forum Posts by "10over6"
At 12/24/07 03:00 PM, X-Gary-Gigax-X wrote: I'm glad half the world knows that already. It's good, because if Newgrounds can ever topple the Great behemoth called Myspace, then we need friends to conquer them.
I'd be surprised if NG would ever actually be bigger than Myspace. NG focuses on creativity and as rule, the general public doesn't go for creativity that much. They much prefer centering stuff around themselves, hence why places like Myspace are so popular in the first place.
This is my ( TNT's) Alt in case y'all couldn't work it out.
At 12/24/07 02:48 PM, SouthAsian wrote: I'm a facebook user.
Will we be at war with myspace users now?
Yes. We march at dawn. Remember to bring your boomsticks!
Zombie story you say?
Not that long. Zombies aren't my favourite subject in all honestly.
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The Hunger
‘Shit, shit, shit!’
The shotgun shell dropped to the floor as Chris dived back under the cover of the upturned ice cream cart. Why oh why had he run into the mall? Sure there was a gun shop in there, but the bastards just kept on coming. It didn’t matter what he did. They just kept on coming.
It had been three weeks since the dead had started to rise. Chris didn’t have a clue as to what was causing it, for all he knew it was the apocalypse as told by which ever of the disciples in the book of revelations. It didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was finding somewhere to hide. Somewhere defensible, somewhere with food. That’s why he ran into the Mall. Get in, grab some food, run into the gun shop, make it a base. When the food ran out just grab some more. There was enough food to last for months.
‘Fucking Romero,’ Chris growled to himself as he popped another round of shells into the shot gun, ‘never thought that the fucking Zombies might get hungry for stuff other than brains did you?’
He breathed deeply to calm himself down, sprang up fired off two shots and fell back to the floor. The approaching mob of zombies was getting closer. What was it now? 100? 150 feet away? What did it matter? Chris was trapped between a horde of man eating monsters and a fire escape that was blocked off by a dumpster. It had seemed like such a good idea to barricade off all the other exits…
Chris glanced a look over the top of the cart. The bastards had been distracted by a hot dog stand that had been turned over earlier. Gorging themselves on the meat, they huddled round like piglets on a sow’s teat, gnawing away at whatever they could get their hands on. Bread, sausage, the fingers of other zombies, it didn’t matter to them. All they felt was the hunger. It was the first sign that a person had been afflicted by…whatever it was that turned them into the walking dead. An insatiable hunger that ate away at the afflicted till all they could focus on was filling their stomach. It explained the somewhat bloated appearance of the zombies. All they did before they died was eat. All they did after they died was continue to eat, as though some kind of parasite was keeping the brain alive and forcing them eat so that it could continue its egotistical existence.
The time was now. Chris sprang up form his hiding place. Shot two zombies in the chest, sending blood and guts all over the floor. Before they even hit the floor their comrades began to cannibalise the rotting meat.
Another zombie fell to the floor from a second shell as Chris ran for the door, diving over boxes he had placed in the corridor to slow the zombie down if he needed to get out. They were single minded creatures. With no thoughts of anything other than their hunger, a simple obstacle in the way could slow them down indefinitely as they tried to destroy it with their bear hands. The few that had enough brains to turn and go around tended to find themselves eaten by their comrades.
They were getting closer.
‘Don’t fail me now,’ panted Chris as he loaded up another round of shells, firing them at the first group of zombies that blocked his path. The group fell before him. He jumped. The exit was in sight. Freedom! He felt something clasp onto his ankle and he came crashing down onto the floor. Immediately he felt the gnawing teeth of the monsters pierce his skin. He kicked at the zombie chewing his foot only to find that another two had begun to work on his arms.
Eventually the pain began to dull. All Chris could think about was how hungry he was. And just how appetizing the hell spawn that was currently chewing his hand looked…
The end
:-)
The Princess Bride.
'My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father; prepare to die!'
At 7/7/07 04:00 AM, Cuppa-LettuceNog wrote: Furthermore, there are to many nations like Sudan that are in the midst of a Human Rights and Ethics problem, meaning that the AU would not be able to garner much international support.
Would not an African Union mean that such problems could be dealt with though? Pooling resources could potentially, at least partially, alleviate the problems.
Most of the trouble spots in Africa are very unstable politically. If a stable government could be enforced upon those areas, as an AU could potentially do, those problems could be solved, provided the right actions were taken.
Wait...so because a newspaper that is notorious for spewing socialist propaganda and for being typo ridden ( its known as the Grauniad for a reason) reports a story that was in fact reported in the past, as I've actually heard of this case before, when the guy was arrested, the media is suddenly right wing?
The BBC hasn't covered this to my knowledge. By your logic that means the BBC is right wing, which is a direct contradiction to the report that came out from the BBC itself that stated they were biased towards the liberal side of politics, I.E left wing.
The media isn't right wing. If anything its decidedly liberal.
