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Skinny Legend
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Yeah you made that point in my 30,000th thread, now stop stalking me you barely-literate lecherous freak
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Chapter 3.1
The loud panting echoed along the corridor of the 78th floor of the virtual reality skyscraper. It was accompanied by a lower, heavier breathing, which was occasionally punctuated with grunts of exertion. I should clarify that somebody is being chased, though I could have just as easily turned that into a shagging scene. Be thankful I didn't: Claymores was chasing GypsyGoth with a flamethrower. She carried a munitions belt filled with remotely detonated mines; which she carelessly flung behind her and exploded when she was a safe enough distance away from them. Unfortunately they were doing nothing to affect Claymores who was close enough behind her to avoid being damaged by the blasts. She had been sprinting up and down the stairwells of this imaginary building for a few minutes now. She had originally imagined she was in the TiBB Towers office and tried filing a complaint with arista, who had quickly transported her to the vicinity of Claymores, outraged that she had realised how to contact him so soon in the story. He wanted somebody to kill her off before she had the chance to share her secret with others. That somebody had to be Claymores; the only one with a disposition ridiculous enough to be enraged by the random appearance of a young woman in front of. Sure enough, he charged at her like a bull, causing her to try and imagine they were back in TiBB towers, but Claymores slammed into her (there are definitely sex jokes to make here, don't miiiind if I do!) as she tried to imagine the building and caused them to transport into this strange tower block. Claudia began to feel tired from the constant running, and feared what would happen if Claymores caught up with her, with his dangerous flamethrower. She knew she would never defeat him in a close range hand to hand combat situation; she had to outsmart him somehow, but thinking on her feet like this was too difficult for her. An idea came to her as she approached the end of the corridor; a full length glass window marked the end of the building; Claudia braced herself and instead of turning right into the stairwell, she jumped through the window and felt herself free falling. She started screaming loudly and then imagined she was going to land in a bouncy castle. Sure enough, she felt herself falling around in a bouncy castle, a lurid yellow and orange creation. She looked up at the tower block and saw the distant figure of Claymores standing at the edge of the 78th floor corridor. She sobbed in relief and rolled off the edge of the castle. She brushed herself off and started to walk away, when she heard a rushing sound above her. She looked up and saw two missiles crash into the tower block, causing a gargantuan explosion. She fell over and shielded her face, and heard the sound of a fighter jet whoosh past. Claudia gasped in horror and quickly imagined she was in an underground bunker. Harry wondered if he'd killed the man who had been standing in the window. His fighter jet was an impressive weapon (fnaaar) but he knew it was too early for a Celebration (actually, no. I can't be assed making Madonna puns. Saggy bint.) and couldn't be sure of any kill with this as a weapon. It was a powerful, useful weapon, but accuracy wasn't its strong point. The plane hurtled off into the distance. It didn't occur to Harry to question why the man had been standing by a broken window, nor did he even notice the bouncy castle when he flew over it; poor observational skills could well be his downfall... |
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ZakJam <3~
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lmao, love it
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Gwaaaan Harry!
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