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WhoaitsZ · 07-20-2003, 04:25 PM

The manual holds the key to this mess! Hal assured himself after he got away from the shooters.

Hal was confused beyond reasoning. What in the name of all boobies precious is going on?

Finally deciding he may be a safe distance from they madness, Halx walks into a Burger King. He had read more than once that crowds of people is the safest bet for a person being singled out.

Hal ordered a burger and sat down. He placed the book on the table and opened half way and blinked.

Gibberish! It's fucking gibberish! But it looked.. rythematic. it was code. he closed it and noticed the ironic title. "Read the Fucking Manual" it said.

Was this a joke or something? If so, that guy deserves something for acting at dying.

Hal almost hit the cieling when he heard his number called. He got up, paid for the food, ate and left.

He had walked half a mile or so when he noticed the alley he took was way too quiet. He heard a jeep.

Considering the shit he went through, he was taking no chances. He hid behind a dumpster and made himself sit.

The jeep rolled in front of him and he thought he surely cracked up. Z?
What the fuck!?

Sitting where the passenger seat should had been was a. . . guy. He was low to the ground cuz he was in a power chair. Disabled. His hair was long like someone from Skid Row or something. He was obviously the partner of a lady who drove. Hal knew her from somewhere.

Z turned his way and he grinned like a monkey on crack. Hal noticed that Z had a. . . lizard? crawling on his shoulder.

"Hal, get out from behind the dumpster. We will help you."

Having no idea what he should say or even think he muttered "you talk better than you type."

"Har fucking hardy har. hurry up, damnit. we got some nasty motherfuckers coming our way" Z said.

This whole sittuation would had been much easier to accept if Z's eyes would quit... shining?

"If you do not get in we will fucking tie you down. You cannot die."

Hal got in.

The woman punched the gas and patted Z's knee.

"Remember Redravin?" Z asked.

"Yeaaaaaah. we talked yesterday."

Z frowned. "Hal, what is the date?"

"July 18th, 2003."

"Dude. it's fucking 2007. you've been asleep."

"uh"

"We are here to save you and reintroduce you to the political ring."

"'Re'-introduce?"

"Yes. you were going to declare your decision to run for president today."

Whoa.

"its fucked up man. but for now you're cool. we get to Red's house in a moment. He and Jad are waiting, as well as Sixate, who i can't believe i work with now, Rogue and Spectre."

"Why them?"

"they were loyal. are loyal."

"where is Peetster or Nikki....?"

"They were murdered...."

Hal just sat...

"Here. if anyone asks just tell em yer an TFP'r or simply 'The Tilted".

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TA DAH

hope i didn't type too much....

next?

07-20-2003, 04:25 PM	#9 (permalink)
WhoaitsZ Crazy Location: right behind you...	The manual holds the key to this mess! Hal assured himself after he got away from the shooters. Hal was confused beyond reasoning. What in the name of all boobies precious is going on? Finally deciding he may be a safe distance from they madness, Halx walks into a Burger King. He had read more than once that crowds of people is the safest bet for a person being singled out. Hal ordered a burger and sat down. He placed the book on the table and opened half way and blinked. Gibberish! It's fucking gibberish! But it looked.. rythematic. it was code. he closed it and noticed the ironic title. "Read the Fucking Manual" it said. Was this a joke or something? If so, that guy deserves something for acting at dying. Hal almost hit the cieling when he heard his number called. He got up, paid for the food, ate and left. He had walked half a mile or so when he noticed the alley he took was way too quiet. He heard a jeep. Considering the shit he went through, he was taking no chances. He hid behind a dumpster and made himself sit. The jeep rolled in front of him and he thought he surely cracked up. Z? What the fuck!? Sitting where the passenger seat should had been was a. . . guy. He was low to the ground cuz he was in a power chair. Disabled. His hair was long like someone from Skid Row or something. He was obviously the partner of a lady who drove. Hal knew her from somewhere. Z turned his way and he grinned like a monkey on crack. Hal noticed that Z had a. . . lizard? crawling on his shoulder. "Hal, get out from behind the dumpster. We will help you." Having no idea what he should say or even think he muttered "you talk better than you type." "Har fucking hardy har. hurry up, damnit. we got some nasty motherfuckers coming our way" Z said. This whole sittuation would had been much easier to accept if Z's eyes would quit... shining? "If you do not get in we will fucking tie you down. You cannot die." Hal got in. The woman punched the gas and patted Z's knee. "Remember Redravin?" Z asked. "Yeaaaaaah. we talked yesterday." Z frowned. "Hal, what is the date?" "July 18th, 2003." "Dude. it's fucking 2007. you've been asleep." "uh" "We are here to save you and reintroduce you to the political ring." "'Re'-introduce?" "Yes. you were going to declare your decision to run for president today." Whoa. "its fucked up man. but for now you're cool. we get to Red's house in a moment. He and Jad are waiting, as well as Sixate, who i can't believe i work with now, Rogue and Spectre." "Why them?" "they were loyal. are loyal." "where is Peetster or Nikki....?" "They were murdered...." Hal just sat... "Here. if anyone asks just tell em yer an TFP'r or simply 'The Tilted". -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TA DAH hope i didn't type too much.... next?