Wesely stood up laughing in relief. "I didn't blow myself up. This is an improvement... and and... I need a nap," Wesely said to himself, "I should stop talking to myself. I'll go mad at this rate." Wesely watched the flames create a pillar of smoke above the gas station.
Wesely watched as the creatures came closer. He looked out and then wished he had a better plan. He lit one of the molotovs and threw it out at the creatures. Wesely didn't even look to see the effect. He dove for cover and held his head. The bottle bounced off one of the creatures and landed on the ground. The bottle didn't break but the burning newspaper caught the gasoline on fire. That then led back to the pumps. The pumps exploded in a massive fireball. The blast could be heard for miles. Wesely, ears ringging, layed shaking on the floor of the chip isle.
Wesely turned back on the gas to the pumps and started them up. Gas started to pour out of the hoes onto the ground. Wesley ran back into the gas station and waited. The flames finaly died out and the creatures started to move toards the gas station.
The flames were starting to die down. Wesely was running out of time. He couldn't take this many at once. Wesely gathered up the weapons he had put together.
Wesely looked around the gas station looking for anything useful. He grabed a roll of duct tape, a kitchen knief and a a broom then combined the three into a make shift spear. Wesely kept looking for more make shift weapons.
Wesely crumbled up the bag of Lays chips and tried to throw it in the wastebasket like it was a basketball. He missed but didn't care. "So done with potato chips for awhile," Wesely said pating his stomic.
Wesely started puttting newspaper into some of the bottles of liquor. Once the wall of flames die down they would be his best weapons.
Wesely sat in the gas station eating snack foods watching the monsters waiting outside the flames. Wesely figured he might have an hour or so before they came in and then he might be in a pretty bad sistuation. "This is a crappy last meal," Wesely muttered to himself.
OC: has awsome expliantion but is unsure if I should bring Xert into this RP... Also I feel very ignored in the grand scheme of things Wesely returned to the gas station to celebrate his new found safety with candy bars and soda. He was still feeling the effects of the vodka and desided that impaired judgment wouldn't be helpful.
Wesely worked fast he dumped the silly putty into a bowl and mixed in large amounts of gasoline. This, after being mixed, would make a goopy spreadable substance capable of burning for a long time. Wesely let it sit as he found the emergancy shut off for the gas in the pumps. This would keep Wesely from blowing himself up. Afterwords he ran to the back of the store and shut off the fuse box. This cut off the alarm but the creatures were still aporching. Wesely draged the bucket of makeshift napalm outside and made a circle around the gas station. Once he was done he looked out at the massive amount of yellow eyes now staring at him. "I went down down down in a burning ring of fire," Wesely sang and at the word fire he droped a lighter down onto his ring of napalm. In a matter of seconds the gas station was surounded by a thick ring of fire.
Wesely looked out the windows to see more creatures coming to his location. "What would Michel Weston do? I've got gas beer lighters newspaper silly putty... Okay I can make napalm and a few IEDs."
Wesely ran inside he had to act fast before the creatures cam. He went to the stacks of booze and grabed a bottle of vodka. He unscrewed the top and poured some of the contents on his cut, "one for the wound." The he took a gulp of the high proof liquid, "and one for the nerves."
OC: thats right Val Sora is with Kairi Wesely came to the doors of the covieance store and tried to pull them open. The doors didn't move. Wesely tried pushing on the doors. The doors didn't move. Wesely shook the doors violently. The doors still didn't move. Wesely stared at the doors as if it were a small child mocking him. Fed up with the problems he's had today Wesely desided to be bold. He fired two rounds into the glass of the door. The glass crashed to the ground and the alarm for the store began sounding off echoing for a great distance. "Right security systems why didn't I think of that," Wesely questioned himself. He looked around and saw several monsters now moving tords the store, "God is this a sign do you just want me dead?"
OC: Val are you doing this again? *sigh* of cource you are Wesely got back on his feet and looked over his arm, "not so bad. Just a little disfectant... I think vodka would do wonders here and not just for the cut either." Wesely walked down to the street keeping a watchful eye out for little black things. He moved slowly tords a conveiance store nearby. Wesely starting questioning why a gas station would sell liquor. Cars and drinking are not supose to go hand in hand yet they can be found in the same place.
Wesely layed on the ground and sighed, "at this rate I'll have to tell myself jokes."
Wesely grabed the head of the monster and slammed it into the concrete sidewalk. Wesely tightened his grip on the head of the monster and slammed it into the ground again. "PETA would have a fit," Wesely said as the monster dissipated.
Wesely came out of his hiding spot and faced the monsters, "alright so I'm going to kill you because your evil not because your black. I just wanted you to know I'm not a racist I will kill all monsters equally." Wesely aimed for their large yellow eyes again, "has anyone ever told you that your eyes kinda give you away?" The four black creatures walked tords Wesely. Wesely sighed, "okay I know you've hear that one before." Wesely fired four times, he manged to hit three but one of them jumped in the air. The monster used its small claw to lash out at Wesely. Wesely raised his arm to deffend himself.
Wesely peeked around the corner to see four monsters looking back him. "Oh joy they're multiplying," Wesely said sarcastically. He took aim again.
Eden it's been slow for the past year
Is it just me or is the role play zone dying
