Tuesday, November 17, 2009

It begins

All is quiet in Cony Island. John's character (don't remember name) meets Kent's character (Iggy aka Ceral Killer) at a pub. The two have known each other for some time. They trade info and gear. Cereal killer informs him about an intersting guy who is just escaped from a government facility that he would like him to keep his eye out for. He says that he has some very interesting abilities and definately doesn't want this guy caught again. Cereal has been researching this particular government project for some time. He feels that this guy who just escaped can be a very powerful ally.. he istructs John's character to harbor this escapee and keep him out of harms way. once he has the escapee safe to give Ceareal a call so they can all meet.

Cereal Killer gives John's guy a bag of miscellaneous drugs he happened across. John's guy heads over to a bar. Gets laid in the back of his van by two chicks he parties with. He blacks out for a bit and wakes up in his apartment. One chick is dead in his room and he finds the other one dead on the roof. Apparently of an overdose. he sets up one of the corpses of the girls in his neighbors room in his bed. the other one he puts in his van. Later that day he finds out that the neighbor died of shock at finding the dead body in his bed. John's guy summons a small demon and they break into a home, raid the fridge. chop up the other corpse and bag it. He then heads upstate on the turnpike disposing of the pieces along the way. He makes it back just in time for his shift at work....

6 comments:

  1. HEY JON, FILL IN SOME OF THE BLANKS ALREADY.. I WOULD LIKE YOUR INPUT INTO THIS BLOG AS WELL.

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  2. Anyone averse to bourbon for Black Friday game? Only voice objections.

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  3. First of all, the fun bag of mystery dope yielded me a score of $500 in sales before some silly negro jacked me for my loot and bag to boot!! But some Turkish/Arab vendor selling drippy meat on a stick (I think he called it "cocoloush") whipped out a SMG and wasted the silly negro. He even winked at me and bolted with his cart full of drippy meats. So I retreived my jacked loot and baggy of drugs from "Lebron". In addition to his wallet, I took 2 keys, 2 envelopes of dirty pictures, and his wad of cash. Then I got accidentally high, hooked up with those chicks again, and locked one up in the bathroom while she was puking blood in the club where I work. If she got blood in the carpet, my boss would freak. Then, in the morning, I raced back to work to take care of the bathroom mess. But that my friends, is the beginning of another story.

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  4. So after I retrieved the "bathroom girl", I summoned a buddy of mine named "Impy". He knows a lot about waste disposal and how to have a good time under any cuircumstances. At first we went to Lebron's place, but too many people could witness me dragging my "baggage" up to his apartment. So, instead we ransacked his apartment and defiled his kitchen. Next, I drove up to Westchester and rented a motel room to work my "girlfriend" into more managable pieces as per Impy's suggestions. Although, I could have swore somebody was spying on me at the motel, I just figured if it were the cops, they would have detained me before I got started. We bought contractor bags, duct tape, gloves, a disposable jumpsuit, a hacksaw, and some other shit from a hardware store. At the motel we got her down to 8 managable, gift wrapped pieces, which Impy tossed into the ocean on our way back to the city. Next I had to take care of her friend which expired and was sprawled out on my roof. Boy what a night we must have had!! The crows were picking on here all morning, which I was hoping they might finish the job for me, but Impy expressed that that notion was just crazt. But how we took care of her is another story...

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  5. E-Mail to Cereal:
    Trouble in "Springfield". Have dirty pictures of "Mayor Quimby". "Chief Wiggins" offered me a "special deal" to come clean. Say he won't press charges. Need help on dumping pics.

    Your friendly neighborhood satanists,
    Pascal

    P.S. Think of "New York"

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  6. In case you guys didn't cover it last night:
    E-Mail to Pascal:
    Understood. Meet me at "Moe's Tavern" tomorrow at the normal time. Bring what you have.

    Hack out with your sack out,
    Iggy

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