Brick Apocalypse.

That's true.

I'll fix up your image soon enough Dutch, soon enough.

Hay darman include me too I'm part of the apoc too

Darman wrote:I wasn't talking about the swearing, I was pretty sure the majority of us do it in real life. I was talking about making you look like a pompous douche who is obsessed with a hammer with no real advantage to using it and seized control of the Ark group.

That and grabbing a land mine.

SirWacky wrote:

stormtroopertj wrote:Hey, this is pretty good, what's the sexual content here?

I'm sure you'd be interested in that.

Yes, I would!

Custom 333 wrote:

Darman wrote:I wasn't talking about the swearing, I was pretty sure the majority of us do it in real life. I was talking about making you look like a pompous douche who is obsessed with a hammer with no real advantage to using it and seized control of the Ark group.

That and grabbing a land mine.

That was a land mind though, a trap laid by *Spolier*.

Darman returns. Wacky in denial. Has my feeble attempts at writing finally cracked your skull into a in repairable mush of bone and flesh? If it has then I'll be fucking amazed because that isn't physically possible unless I struck a grenade in your mouth the second you stopped reading this. Hey look behind you. Did you look?



(Come'on Dar, my turn to tell the story).
So here we are, Dutch missing, Denal dead, overall not the best day to be me. At the time I was, how do I put it? Unstable? Our leader is dead and our second in command is dead, leader wise we were screwed. With Hazard literally at his death bed we didn't know what the hell to do, Dutch coordinated all the scouting efforts and did the jobs we refused or didn't want to do. We were fucking chicken without its head with Dutch gone. None of us knew what in the fuck to do. (I knew wh- shut the hell up Darman.) We had plans, but of course I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Darmans voice seemingly sprouted out of the darkness consuming our base. "Wacky!"
"Darman!" I cried out "Did you find anything of use, food? Wait, weres Dutch, Denal." When I saw the look on his face I knew, its amazing what horror a single expression can do to a person. I just stood there, My brain wasn't able to process the truth, Denal and Dutch were dead. Gone. Never to walk the earth. I just collapsed on the ground in disbelief, there was no way they were dead. No way.

Tune in next week, for War Of The Worlds. CABG Addition.

I know the chapter length may have disappointed you, as always. But I intend to write, Much, Much longer chapters if I can fine the time. I'm talking 3-5 pages long if I can manage it. Wish me luck!
I'll sure as hell need it.

good luck.

Nice! I like the fact that I was in it.

Ah good the staff has all been killed off.

Dutch wrote:Ah good the staff has all been killed off.

For once I'm happy I'm not staff. Take that you ****es! Please don't ban me.

Good luck, and I can't wait to be included.

Darman wrote:Darman returns. Wacky in denial.

Finally a shortened version.

Weres me

Only main characters, ie those who have been tagged, are included in the story right now, JJ. Sorry.

TheMissingPiece wrote:Only main characters, ie those who have been tagged, are included in the story right now, JJ. Sorry.

'cept me.

You were originally on your death bed then I thought, crap better be Hazard forgot about him. I'll try to phase you in eventually.

@Dutch Hazard is just dying, not dead. And Denal is alive, but captured.

Imma teh dedz? I thought this was before the sniper incident, I was there!

You were dead in the first draft.

Its been quite some time since a update hasn't it? Heres a treat for you all, while it may not be the 5 page thriller I promised its still something.


Wild Update appeared. Go Readers! Readers used Comment! Its super effective!

(Ok Wacky, you've told your part of the story gimmie the Mic)
It seemed like a split second after I was noticed by wacky he fainted, just a dead wait on the ground. At the time I was thinking Are you shiting me, I fucking walked through miles of forest fought god damn tons of raiders just to drag wackys body back to base! As I was walking toward wacky I noticed him moving a bit, "Wacky?" He stirred a bit more. "Wacky! For fucks sake get you god damn self off the ground!" That got him up. He stared at me for a second, and said "They aren't dead Dar, are they?"
"I don't know wacky" I replied
"What? How the fuck not, you didn't fucking abandon them in a fight did you?" He said angerly.
Would he actually think I would do that? I guess so. "No, I would never fucking do that and you ought to know. Denal is dead, he was shot by a raider and we couldn't recover his body, I'm sorry."
Wacky gulped a bit, "Dutch?" Came his almost child like small voice.
""Like I said before I don't know, he was dragged off by god knows what and he just disappered. I don't know were the hell he is or were he could be" Then a voice seemingly came out of no were. "Wacky! Sorry man, we were suppose to switch guard duty hours ago I for- Darman?" It was custom. I sighed in my head, I'm not a fucking story teller for Christs sake. "I'll tell you back at base, Custom do you think you could pull a couple people off patrol I have something to tell you all" I said.
"Uh, yeah" he said apparently oblivious to the lack of Dutchs and Denals presence. "We've just got Alpha and TMP out."
"Get them back here, were going to have to be without patrols for a bit"
"That important 'eh?" Then it hit him, he looked around a bit almost comedicly. "Uh, Darman. Were is Dutch, Denal?"
In response I simply said "I'll tell you at base, now go get TMP and Alpha" and I walked away with wacky in tow as Custom stood there watching.

ROFL I'm stupid.

I'll add my little addition.


"It's been days since they threw me in this dang shed. They haven't fed me yet, and I dought that they ever will. But they don't know why I pulled the gun on Hazard. They don't understand. I think I'm the only one that knows. Before I was in here, everyone looked at me like I was crazy. Darman in particular. Every once in a while, I'll try to get out, but there's no hope... I've banged on the triple-locked door and even screamed out of anger a few times... Sometimes, I wonder if they just forgot about me and left. Maybe they didn't forget...

Things aren't looking good for me. I don't think I can handle being in this tiny little hole any longer. I'll be able to survive for maybe another week if I conserve the small puddle of water I've discovered in the corner... I'm recording all this in my wrist-log. This may be my last entry..."


-Mil


So how was that?

That was brilliant Million great addition, I guess I did forget about you eh? No food for the hungry.

Why thank you. And I kinda set up somthing with this entry that would take place during post-brickpocylapse.

Finally i'm included.

Great job, can't wait for another.