Post by Zombie McMorris on Mar 19, 2018 19:14:03 GMT -5
The Purgatory of a Million Z’s
The nekkit angel didn’t weep. This angel has a filthy soul from years of hangin’ N’ bangin-> from years of rootah-> tah Tootah. These wernt the Coked Up Mad Man she was looking for. However, every wayward hand was met with a curb stomp or a boot party. Ruby pushed and shoved and made step after step towards someone –>anyone who could help.
@hang_Em_high. Her only hope.
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The Old Friend
ZMAC lay naked, sprawled out on the bed of a Holiday Inn. He stared straight up at the ceiling -> not blinking -> not breathing -> the hum of the air condition is the only ambient noise. A mysterious man steps out of the shadows, as if HE was the shadow. The man wearing a suit and tie and looks like he works for the government.
He had eyes similar to ZMACS, except red. His laugher was deep and barrel chested as he took a unnaturally long stride out from the corner of the room between the front door and the sliding coat closet.
“Zombie McMorris, now I haven’t seen you a long time. How you been?”
ZMAC snarls a green toothed snarl, licking a thick film off of his brown teeth, a film that reforms just as quick as it disappeared.
“Now you don’t have to get up. After all, we’re old friends. Some would say the oldest of friends. The best of friends. s p e c i a l f r i e n d s. Say how are things with you and Ruby ?” The man snickers with glee.
ZMAC leaps to his feet and presses the man against the wall, holding a knife to his throat.
“whoa, whoa. ZMAC.” Says the man calmly, as if he’s in control. “You’re completely naked; where’d jah get the knife?” The man smiles before gently strumming his fingers on the blade. “No matter.” The knife turns to ash and those ashes float to the ground. “It would seem as though that you have a problem my friend. Do you need to talk? A shoulder… a slick poon, perhaps?”
The man shapeshifts into Ruby Red. ZMAC goes to punch him but the man slithers like a shadow down onto the floor and appears behind ZMAC, causing Z to punch the wall.
“oof. That look like it hurt. You know in your line of work, you’re going to need that hand. Although, you’re a southpaw, arnt chu; Southpaw?”
“What do you want Krampus?”
[ KRAMPUS: DEMON. Common forms include half goat, troll and human. Rival to Santa Claus, arch-rival to Zombie McMorris.]
“What? An old friend cant come by and say hi?” Says Krampus in a rather casual tone. “ Heard you were back on this side of dimensions, albeit without your main squeeze. Must be tearing you apart inside but hey – at least you got a job right. You should be thankful for what you have rather than what you don’t have. There are homeless people all over the world that would kill to be in your position.”
“So why don’t chu go bother Dion, then?”
“Can’t. He’s already been a world champion.”
ZMAC looks puzzled.
“A master never reveals his secrets, Z. You know that.”
“So you come back here just rub this shit in my face?”
Krampus shurgs in the affirmative.
“Kinda, yah. Not gonna lie. Completely worth it. Totally worth it. Now you gotta decide whats worth it more. The gig or the girl? Right now she’s stuck in purgator-Z with a million of you. Being torn up from the toe up. From the rooth tah tooth, as you would say. A million ZMAC gangbang. Loving every minute of it and she aint thinking about you dumb, ignant ass. How many dicks can she fit up in her? Four, five, six? She gone be there a while. Heh. While you’re right here tryin to stomp out dudes in some cruiserweight division, your sweet Ruby is crusin on so many dicks.”
“Yo, get fucked, K. I know Rube ain’t doin none of that.”
Krampus wills a glowing orb into existence that shows Ruby on the million zombie cock march.
“I just wanted to remind you, Z. Whats more important to you, her or that purple strap of leather. You do know Toys R’ Us is closing right? Where do you think Tort got that belt from? Which by the way, nice going in your debut. You really how do you say, ‘fucked their mouths’… just like Ruby. ”
Krampus looks at his watch that clearly isn’t there on his wrist.
“But man, I got a lot to do. I’ll ket you go but before I do – give my best to your boi the straight up savage. I’m sure you too have a lot to talk about. After all, he’s the reason why you’re here and Ruby is well… getting glossed over like a quantum physics book. Be well ZMAC.”
Krampus disappears in a cloud of smoke, causing the fire alarm to go off, soaking ZMAC from head to toe. He then proceeds to gather his scant belongings, get dressed to head out of the room in search of Spencer Adams.
The nekkit angel didn’t weep. This angel has a filthy soul from years of hangin’ N’ bangin-> from years of rootah-> tah Tootah. These wernt the Coked Up Mad Man she was looking for. However, every wayward hand was met with a curb stomp or a boot party. Ruby pushed and shoved and made step after step towards someone –>anyone who could help.
@hang_Em_high. Her only hope.
___________________________________
The Old Friend
ZMAC lay naked, sprawled out on the bed of a Holiday Inn. He stared straight up at the ceiling -> not blinking -> not breathing -> the hum of the air condition is the only ambient noise. A mysterious man steps out of the shadows, as if HE was the shadow. The man wearing a suit and tie and looks like he works for the government.
He had eyes similar to ZMACS, except red. His laugher was deep and barrel chested as he took a unnaturally long stride out from the corner of the room between the front door and the sliding coat closet.
“Zombie McMorris, now I haven’t seen you a long time. How you been?”
ZMAC snarls a green toothed snarl, licking a thick film off of his brown teeth, a film that reforms just as quick as it disappeared.
“Now you don’t have to get up. After all, we’re old friends. Some would say the oldest of friends. The best of friends. s p e c i a l f r i e n d s. Say how are things with you and Ruby ?” The man snickers with glee.
ZMAC leaps to his feet and presses the man against the wall, holding a knife to his throat.
“whoa, whoa. ZMAC.” Says the man calmly, as if he’s in control. “You’re completely naked; where’d jah get the knife?” The man smiles before gently strumming his fingers on the blade. “No matter.” The knife turns to ash and those ashes float to the ground. “It would seem as though that you have a problem my friend. Do you need to talk? A shoulder… a slick poon, perhaps?”
The man shapeshifts into Ruby Red. ZMAC goes to punch him but the man slithers like a shadow down onto the floor and appears behind ZMAC, causing Z to punch the wall.
“oof. That look like it hurt. You know in your line of work, you’re going to need that hand. Although, you’re a southpaw, arnt chu; Southpaw?”
“What do you want Krampus?”
[ KRAMPUS: DEMON. Common forms include half goat, troll and human. Rival to Santa Claus, arch-rival to Zombie McMorris.]
“What? An old friend cant come by and say hi?” Says Krampus in a rather casual tone. “ Heard you were back on this side of dimensions, albeit without your main squeeze. Must be tearing you apart inside but hey – at least you got a job right. You should be thankful for what you have rather than what you don’t have. There are homeless people all over the world that would kill to be in your position.”
“So why don’t chu go bother Dion, then?”
“Can’t. He’s already been a world champion.”
ZMAC looks puzzled.
“A master never reveals his secrets, Z. You know that.”
“So you come back here just rub this shit in my face?”
Krampus shurgs in the affirmative.
“Kinda, yah. Not gonna lie. Completely worth it. Totally worth it. Now you gotta decide whats worth it more. The gig or the girl? Right now she’s stuck in purgator-Z with a million of you. Being torn up from the toe up. From the rooth tah tooth, as you would say. A million ZMAC gangbang. Loving every minute of it and she aint thinking about you dumb, ignant ass. How many dicks can she fit up in her? Four, five, six? She gone be there a while. Heh. While you’re right here tryin to stomp out dudes in some cruiserweight division, your sweet Ruby is crusin on so many dicks.”
“Yo, get fucked, K. I know Rube ain’t doin none of that.”
Krampus wills a glowing orb into existence that shows Ruby on the million zombie cock march.
“I just wanted to remind you, Z. Whats more important to you, her or that purple strap of leather. You do know Toys R’ Us is closing right? Where do you think Tort got that belt from? Which by the way, nice going in your debut. You really how do you say, ‘fucked their mouths’… just like Ruby. ”
Krampus looks at his watch that clearly isn’t there on his wrist.
“But man, I got a lot to do. I’ll ket you go but before I do – give my best to your boi the straight up savage. I’m sure you too have a lot to talk about. After all, he’s the reason why you’re here and Ruby is well… getting glossed over like a quantum physics book. Be well ZMAC.”
Krampus disappears in a cloud of smoke, causing the fire alarm to go off, soaking ZMAC from head to toe. He then proceeds to gather his scant belongings, get dressed to head out of the room in search of Spencer Adams.