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maskormenacelogs2019-10-16 11:03 am
the_horror) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-10-16 11:03 am
[Event Things: OTA]
WHO: Ben Hargreeves + OTA
WHERE: Here, there, wherever
WHEN: October
WHAT: Event Open Log
WARNINGS: Zombies. Dude Broâing and spooky shit.
{Dude Bro! Fire Element}
He doesnât know what hit him. Just one day he was going to pick up car parts and suddenly he changed. Like something in the air was off. Or the area? He wasnât sure. He didnât care either. Why would he CARE?! He was so manly now. So strong. Such a DUDE.
Ah yes, he was also covered in blue FIRE, his normally dark hair standing on end in flames, dancing in the breeze. He had some cracks in his skin, a brighter blue, like fire was under his skin. He stood tall and proud, and forgot where he parked his car.
Who needed a car when you were THIS MUCH BRO.
âNeeeeerd!â He yelled at someone in passing, strutting on down the street like he owned the place.
When he finally changes back, hell be home, safe and sound and confused to all this mess. And also where his car is.
{Zedbies or Zombies!? Eh, all dead all the same.}
Whatâs October without zombies? Heâd bought a couple of movies in Nonah and was intending to invite a couple of friends over, as well as siblings, to watch some zombie flicks. Some local movies that heâd never seen but he was assured they were grand.
Coming out of the market, he saw a man shambling forward towards two teens. They screamed and backed up, he moved for them, moaning. âHey man, leave them alone!â Ben called walking more that way. The man turned, blood falling from his mouth and moved for Ben. The girls screamed and ran, the man came to Ben, moaning, dripping of blood. He came too close and lurched at Ben.
Ben used his ghost powers to disappear, and the man seemed confused, swinging at the air and moaning again. The market called the cops and they arrived. Ben stood back, confused. The man acted like a zombie. As the police tried to cuff him he attacked. They shot him three times in the chest and nothing. One man got bitten and cursed. âChrist!â He cursed and they shot the man again.
âGo for the head!â Be called from his ghost like state, pleased to see one bullet hit the man in the head and he went down. He appeared again, checking on the cops, eyes wide. âHe bit you. You need to have that checked. Itâs like heâs a zombie or something.â
He threw away the movies he bought. No one needed that.
Ben, noticing more zombies here and there, was being more cautious. More careful. If he bought a bat for bludgeoning, he canât be blamed. He could be found here or there, bat in hand, taking care of zombies from time to time. Are you walking with him, or are you in trouble too? Let him help.
WHERE: Here, there, wherever
WHEN: October
WHAT: Event Open Log
WARNINGS: Zombies. Dude Broâing and spooky shit.
{Dude Bro! Fire Element}
He doesnât know what hit him. Just one day he was going to pick up car parts and suddenly he changed. Like something in the air was off. Or the area? He wasnât sure. He didnât care either. Why would he CARE?! He was so manly now. So strong. Such a DUDE.
Ah yes, he was also covered in blue FIRE, his normally dark hair standing on end in flames, dancing in the breeze. He had some cracks in his skin, a brighter blue, like fire was under his skin. He stood tall and proud, and forgot where he parked his car.
Who needed a car when you were THIS MUCH BRO.
âNeeeeerd!â He yelled at someone in passing, strutting on down the street like he owned the place.
When he finally changes back, hell be home, safe and sound and confused to all this mess. And also where his car is.
{Zedbies or Zombies!? Eh, all dead all the same.}
Whatâs October without zombies? Heâd bought a couple of movies in Nonah and was intending to invite a couple of friends over, as well as siblings, to watch some zombie flicks. Some local movies that heâd never seen but he was assured they were grand.
Coming out of the market, he saw a man shambling forward towards two teens. They screamed and backed up, he moved for them, moaning. âHey man, leave them alone!â Ben called walking more that way. The man turned, blood falling from his mouth and moved for Ben. The girls screamed and ran, the man came to Ben, moaning, dripping of blood. He came too close and lurched at Ben.
Ben used his ghost powers to disappear, and the man seemed confused, swinging at the air and moaning again. The market called the cops and they arrived. Ben stood back, confused. The man acted like a zombie. As the police tried to cuff him he attacked. They shot him three times in the chest and nothing. One man got bitten and cursed. âChrist!â He cursed and they shot the man again.
âGo for the head!â Be called from his ghost like state, pleased to see one bullet hit the man in the head and he went down. He appeared again, checking on the cops, eyes wide. âHe bit you. You need to have that checked. Itâs like heâs a zombie or something.â
He threw away the movies he bought. No one needed that.
Ben, noticing more zombies here and there, was being more cautious. More careful. If he bought a bat for bludgeoning, he canât be blamed. He could be found here or there, bat in hand, taking care of zombies from time to time. Are you walking with him, or are you in trouble too? Let him help.