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Miss Knowitall got
Fear as he ran screaming past, knowing what would happen to him ahead of time,
but then too distracted byt he spider to care.
"Don't be afraid of the fangs
of the modern day arachnid!" she laughed triumphantly. "The gluttonous proteines
in the venomous glands of the upper respiratory system harms NOTHING unless you
were a tiny grasshoppious maximillius."
"Cuhses!" The
Silver Pimp exclaimed, "This is taking fah too lowng!" With that he dashed at
the Mayor and grabbed her by her wrists, "Sow laung, fuckas!"
*The Silver
Pimp tapped his disco ball cane on the ground. In a flash of speed and funky
baseline 70s music, his ride was on the scene. He tossed the Mayor into the back
seat and followed her in. He motioned to the driver to step on
it.*
"Ho's! Get them!"
The prostitute army converged upon the
heroes.
The Silver Pimp laughed once more, as his ride
escaped.
Single Woman was on the scene and skated after SP at high speed. Staying steady with his window, she threw a punch at it, only to recoil her burised hand back. "Damn, no strenght will at high speed. Oh shit..." That was the least of her problems, for she was coming into on coming traffic and when she tried to jump, didn't get more then an inch off the ground. But not that she wasn't going at high speed anymore, she was not invonrable to pain as she hit by car after car.
Logic walked across
the street and barely missed the car that Silver Pimp was in. The wind knocked
her down the road, but she just meowed and crossed over to the other
side.
She was now walking towards the gang of prostitutes, minding her
own business...and getting in the way of their attack unknowingly.
BM had made little progress in all the hussle,getting distracted from Sterling by the army of women skilled in "horizontal refreshment",his tongue and chainsaw were dragging behind him.
Sterling got up, rubbed his aching rear, and looked around. "Women of easy virtue, turn back from this life!...and now, after the Silver Pimp. Adeu." Sterling took off after him, but stopped about twelve yards later, out of breath. "This armor is really far too heavy...."
After helping in the clean up of the 12 car pile up, that she cause, Single Woman took to the skies this time to see if she could spot out where SP's car was.
BM was staring at
all the women skilled in uh..whole sale before something even more amazing
caught his eye,despite all the carnage that had been happening it still had its
power over him and he actually showed some energy by running towards it,toward a
cinema with "A NON STOP B-MOVIE MARATHON"
"MY NIRVANA!!!"
That (Creepy) Guy stared onward from his vantage point. Just staring, observing, watching. After a short time he shrugged to himself and with an almost lazy walk, followed after BM.
Villian Name: The
Wizzer (he meant to say Wizard, but...)
Secret Idenity and job: Sam Rogers, a
telephone operator
Description: An oversized top hat and a sparkling coat
with tails and flashy buttons. Purple and black trousers and a wonderful
wink.
Powers: He knows every spell there is, and he has the power to cast
them all without consequence but they require him to speak the magical
words.
Flaws: He constantly suffers from "Freudian Slips" he can't say a damn
thing without slipping his tongue and saying something stupid or perverted or
moronic. This causes his spells to screw up pretty much all of the
time.
IC: The wizzer sat on the bench, waiting for the bus so that he
could go to city hall and capture the mayor, when he saw SP's easily
recognizable car fly by with the mayor in the back.
"The Sliver Pimp has
already craptured the Mayor! I mean Captured!" The Wizzer leapt up and pointed
his wand at the automobile. "Take this! Magic of power, magic of ire, blast
this poor soul, ignite him with choir!" The wizzer of course had hoped to
set SP on fire, but was rather surprised when the car screeched to a halt and
the Silver Pimp emerged, singing at the top of his lungs. "Gah!" Our villan
tried another spell: "Thunder is loud, thunder is frightening, but it's
nothing, compared to this lighting!" A spoltlight emerged from the clouds
and fell upon the Pimp, still singing.
"Dammit!"
SP looked out from
his pimpmobile and waved at the Wizzer.
"Thanks fah the lightin. It was
starting to get dawk 'round here!"
He laughed. He laughed
HARD.
((Fast Forward))
The pimpmobile stopped. It had reached
its destination. Over an hour of driving across city and countryside, the pimp
and the mayor were in the hideout of the pimp.
It wasn't a ghetto, this
place was a frickin huge castle. The walls were outlined with funky neon lights,
while a giant disco ball sit atop the tallest tower of the castle.
This
was the Pimp Keep.
Silver Pimp grabbed onto the mayor and tried to drag
her into the castle, but she resisted. SP got angry and gave her a vicious
pimpslap. With the Mayor subdued, Silver Pimp, her guest, and the whore army
flooded into the castle.
OOC: What i'm trying to do is set up the next
scene. The castle's got traps, rememba dat. Think the old Batman series with
Adam West XD
BM meanwhile was
being a little to enthusiastic at the cinema,standing on the top of a chair and
waving his chainsaw about.
"GUT HER,KILL HER,SLASH HER,KEEEEEEEEL
HER!!!!!"
Fear would have
been on the prowl but he had to go to work. Of course he had to deal with all
the half retarded mongoloids who insisted on bringing a full shopping cart to
the express counter. And his break was just as bad. Four rat sightings, two
boxes of oatmeal and one irate fat lady later Fear decided that he would be
going home early today.
OOC: Yes, he's afraid of oatmeal. 
SW took to the sky flying over the city, looking for SP. A a distance she thought she saw a castle of some sort, but was unsure. So she used her teleoscopic vision to see SP caring the Mayor inside. 'Ahh ha. There he goes.' *WHAM* She picks herself out of the carter she had just made. 'Note to self. Land first.'
Sleeping on Silver
Pimp's desk was Logic. When he saw her...a song appeared out of nowhere
*Dramatic gasp*
[song] and the cat came back, the very next day. The cat
came back, he thought she was a goner, but the cat came back the very next day
and she wouldn't go away. [/song]
OOC: For those who know this song, tell
me if there are any mistakes in this. Don't remeber the words
exactly.
OCC: I thought it
was "She just wouldn't go awaaaayyyyy" But I haven't seen it too recently
myself.
The Wizzer pounded his fist on a nearby table. "Curses!" He
cursed.
Just then he had an idea. A horrible awful
eeevil idea. With the mayor gone, he could walk right into city hall and
take over the city with no one to stop him! Once city hall fell, the city would
HAVE to listen to him! He chuckled and ran the opposite direction of where the
pimp was headed. Soon he heard the unmistakable clanking of metal
armor.
That Guy slowly walked into the theater. After staring expressionlessly for a while he walked into the row just before BM and stared into the raving B-movie fan's eyes. Then he turned around and absorbed his attention in a bag of popcorn, etc. Lost in thought.
MissKnowItAll brushed herself off and walked calmly down to where she had last seen the Silver Pimps car. She knew that wherever he would be, there would be bright lights and possibly a disco ball, males always hang on one scenario.
'AAH! THE CAT!" SP
screamed, "HOW DID YOU...oh right...the godmoding thing."
He brandished
his staff, and told the cat to bring it on.
FT ran into the
Cineplace, his shift about to begin. "Aw crap, a B-movie marathon?! these
thing always bring out really messed up freaks."
He ducked into the bathroom,
changed into his uniform, and ran up to the snack bar. "Hey Dwayne, boss says
you gotta stop showing up last minute."
"Shove off, ass-kiss. And don't call
me that."
"Okay, Dwayne."
"WHOO HOO THE BLOOD,LET IT FLOOOOOOOOOOW, USE THE PICKAXE,NONO WAIT THE CHAINSAW,USE THE CHAINSAW!!!!",he swung his widly above his head before slamming it downwards just missing That Guy,but BM was too busy enjoying this,too absorbed to even care about the damage he was now doing.
Chet decided that relaxing afternoon at the movies was in order. Upon reaching the theatre however he realized that there was a B-movie marathon going on. With as much dignity as he could muster Chet ran off in the opposite direction.
Logic woke up and
streched, yawning. She then looked at Silver Pimp, cocking her head to the side
and meowing, almost looking like she was confused.
She jumped off the
table and rubbed against Silver Pimp's legs, inserting worlds of pain with each
rub and her purrs felt like a million mini-jackhammers.
"Noo...the
pain...can't stand it..."
Silver Pimp slammed into the wall due to the
sheer godmoding force. This was most unwelcome, as the ritual was supposed to
happen soon. He had to get rid of the cat and fast. He willed himself up and
tossed a spare, miniature disco ball to the floor. Maybe that could give him
enough time to escape.
BM yawned and headed out of cineplace,nearly the entire place had been slashed to bits and he had also hit the projector,so with no movies to keep him interested he was gonna head off to bed,dragging his chainsaw behind him.
"Oh sure, slash and run! I bet you don't have a single thing you do in the world but watch this crap! I bet your place is just a pile of fast food wrappers and tapes of horrible movies! Hell, I bet you never even bothered to upgrade from Beta, even! And I haven't even mentioned your personal hygene! Do you even heard of that word!?"
Bm looked round at
the person insulting him and simply flipped him the bird.
"I like my
pizza boxes..and my videos and as for hygene...dude you reek,you stink of old
popcorn and chewing gum"
His eyes began to tear up, and his lower lip trembled. "That was a cheap shot!" He sat on the ground and began crying.
BM raised an eyebrow,"wuss..*sniff*...er actually I`d like to correct..that was me heh.."
He continued sobbing, "B-b-but, I can't help it, I work at a movie theatre! Why should I be rediculed just for where I work? It's not fair, everyone makes fun of mee-he-heeee!"
"aw shit this is just too easy..I`ll let him mop around for a bit..but sleep beckons me,so long cry baby",as he turned he cringed at the louder sounds of crying,"sheesh that wasn`t even an insult"
That guy carefully picked his way out over the wreckage of the theater. Noticing the sobbing employee, he handed the crumpled figure the last of his popcorn. Then went to go stand against the wall and watch stuff.
He glared at That Guy. "Don't even get me started on you!" He got up, dusted himself off, and resumed his position leaning on the counter and looking menacing.
That guy moved slightly so that he was directly facing The Forked Tongue. Then he just stood there staring. Unmoving, unblinking. Just staring. Right at TFTs eyes...
He began cleaning his glasses with some lens cloth. "Freak."
Logic saw the miniature disco ball and ran after it, meowing and trying to paw at it.
"That's the end of
that chapter! Now on to the ritual."
SP left the room, Logic still
playing with the disco ball. He'd be at that thing for hours.
Logic wasn't fully destracted. While playing with it, she playfully slapped it towards Silver Pimp. The slap was hard and fast enough to make it look like a discoball-size bullet.
SP felt the disco ball and fell to the ground, feigning unconsciousness. It hurt, but he had to get the upper hand somehow.
Logic walked into the room Silver Pimp was heading towards and saw the Mayor inside. She sat in the middle of the doorway, cocking her head to the side and meowing.
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