At 10/15/09 06:55 PM, gumOnShoe wrote:
[spoiler alert]
Once upon a time a man with a sword walked through a hallway and another man jumped out and got shot in the face and another man walked out and had his head chopped off by a sword and he bounced off the walls and ceiling a lot, then there was a clown the end. Saved you the trouble.
Hank walked through the dark hallway, the blood lust filling his body. He needed to kill someone. The sword in his hand felt like nothing, although it was such a great weapon. Hank looked at the blade and saw that it was caked with the dried blood of his enemies. So great. He needed to kill soon. The feeling of the sword chopping through the bones of him enemies was such a great feeling. The sounds of the henchmen gasping for breath as he choked them slowly was like listening to a chorus of angels. So great
Getting distracted by the beauty of the blood, Hank didn't notice the henchman jump out from behind him. Firing a shot, the heachman missed Hank, and quickly lost all hope. He quickly rushed toward the enemy, brandishing his weapon, and shooting it at the man who had killed so many of his friends. The man had somehow evaded all the bullets and was rushing towards him. The man soon reached him, and kicked him back, grabbing the gun as it fell from his hand. Quickly getting up from the fall, he was soon shot through the head, falling to the ground slowly.
The sight of the blood only excited him more, and he soon heard the sound of another one of those henchmen running towards him. Backing away from his bloody mural, he brought his sword in front of him, hearing the sound of his heartbeat fill his head. He brought it over head and ran towards the henchman, bringing it down quickly, quickly decapitating his enemy. The Blood that spewed from the decapitated man rained down upon Hank, showering him with the precious liquid. So sweet. but he needed more.
He heard more foot steps and the sound of music, and he knew that he would be getting more. Much more of that great blood on his weapon. That sweet thing. He turned around to face the clown, his decomposing head covered by the steel mask. He brought his sword out again, and set his sights on the clown, and charged.
I didn't make him bounce around.