RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Death hurts more the second time.

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Mk.9 calmly opened a panel on his chest, pulled out a largehigh-powered plasma-rifle, and threw it to Jay, who had alreadystarted moving towards the door.The pair both faced the door with their weapons and began shreddingthe ensuing masses of zombies. People shrieked as bits of body partsflew at them."Glad you could join us." said Jay"Really?""No. Leave us a door next time!"
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"Oh. So it's alright for the Zombies to eat MY flesh as long as you lot are alright?!" Mk. 9 asked, blasting a zombie. Blasting a zombie right in the eye.
"You don't HAVE flesh!"
"SEE!! They've eaten it already!"
"YOU'RE A SMEGGING MACHINE!"
"Yo Momma!!"
Jay shook his head and carried on firing the recoil on the large weapon not doing his still not fully healed wounds any good, still, at least he knew he didn't need the crutches anymore.
"This is pointless!" Yelled Mk.9 "As soon we shoot one, another replace 'em!"
"If this keeps up, we're gonna be outta weapon charges long before they're outta zom" replied Jay "KATRINA! EFOF, TARA! Find something to barricade the door!!"
Katrina tipped a large rectangular table over. "Give me a hand with this!" she shouted to the other two, and began kicking the legs of the table. Efof and Tara helped until the legs snapped clear.
"Efof, lift the tabletop and carry it over to the door" Katrina ordered.
"HURRY!!!" Jay and Mk.9 yelled, spotting the red led on each of their weapons, indicating that ammo was low.
"HOLD IT UP AGAINST THE DOOR EFOF!!" Katrina yelled, and the alien promplty did so, side on so that Zombies were now reaching around either side of it and grabbing Efof by the hair. 
"EEEEEEK!" he squealed.
"THE OTHER WAY MUPPET!!" Katrina yelled, as Jay fired a round that sliced through the clump of thick black hair that bound the zombie to the big, blue four armed man, freeing Efof from it's clutches.
Efof quickly turned the table, so that it was now flat against the door frame. It was a very big table, that easily covered it, and overlapped, it was also at least three inches thick.
Mk.9 retracted his weapon, and in it's place a nail gun locked into place, which promplty released a barrage of nails, with deadly accuracy, all around the edge of the tabletop, locking it in place. Mk. 9 then fired off another round along Efof's outline, just for giggles.
"Nice work babe" Jay said, throwing an arm around Katrina. "Now...how the hell do we get outta this mess?"
"Um...guys.,...." said Phil, his face one of extreme anquish, his voice a mere whimper.
"What is it?" Tara asked 
"I left my pint outside in the beer garden!" 
 
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-----Original Message-----From: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com [mailto:JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of scutter_2Sent: 06 September 2006 05:55To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Death hurts more the second time.

Who: Everyone on the beachWhen: Soon after Jay gave the order to evacuateWhere: Beach domeMk.9 paddled his board around in preparation for the next set of wavesto roll in. He glanced over to the Pink Tree who was performing asimilar manoeuvre.Chuckling to himself, he turned to face the beach. What he saw stunnedhim and caused several million computations to race through his mindall at once.Hundreds upon thousands of people with pale green mottled skin andvarious horrible scars were staggering about and dismembering everyonein sight. Zooming in on the scene he saw several Blue Dwarf memberslying dead in the sand, sporting horrific injuries. He saw Melissalying next to a collapsed tent with clear choke marks."TREE!" he yelled at the pink tree"When we come into shore, meet up with everyone else and see to anywounded. I'll keep these...well, zombies I guess, off your back."The tree rustled in what Mk.9 assumed was agreement, and they bothcaught the wave coming up behind them.Mk.9 stood up on his board and cocked his arm-gun.He saw a few zombies encircling the fleeing dwarfers."Not on my fucking watch!" he said furiously and began wildly shootingat the zombies. All he cared about was protecting the crew, andavenging those who had already fallen. When he and the tree washed upon the shore, he helped the tree up and followed closely behind it,mowing down all the undead that were charging them.They saw everyone leaving, and head along the tunnels connecting thedomes. The pair ran after everyone else as fast as they could andeventually found themselves looking at an old run-down pub with anamusing sign. Hundreds of the zombies had surrounded the pub, and weregroping the walls hoping to find an opening. Mk.9 sighed and chargedinto the crowd of zombies, blasting wildly. When finally he and thetree reached the door, he knocked on the door, the zombies clinging tohim wondering why his limbs weren't coming out too easily. A voicecalled through the door."Who goes there?""It is I, King Arhtur!" Mk.9 called back"...really?""No you smegging idiot, It's Mk.9, now let me in.""Can't. Too many zombies. Come back later.""Look, go get Jay or someone"There was a long pause and then a new voice called through the door."Mk.9?""Efof?""Ah, it is you! Um...are you a zombie?""No you prat, now let me in.""Can't. Too many zombies. Come back later"Mk.9 was getting tired of this. He threw off the zombies clinging tohim and blasted them to ashes. He then promptly kicked down the door,and stepped inside, closely followed by the big pink tree and hundredsof zombies.Mk.9 calmly opened a panel on his chest, pulled out a largehigh-powered plasma-rifle, and threw it to Jay, who had alreadystarted moving towards the door.The pair both faced the door with their weapons and began shreddingthe ensuing masses of zombies. People shrieked as bits of body partsflew at them."Glad you could join us." said Jay"Really?""No. Leave us a door next time!"<tag>