Nov 27, 2007 10:23
For some reason or another, Brandon Mayweather and I had to pretend we were siblings for somebody. This person did not believe us, even after we had convinced a group otherwise; Brandon dipped out after the ordeal was over. Though I offered him a Kamel Red, he now wanted to kill me; he hired an assassin, and let him to his job while running to a limo to escape. I instantly ran from the killer; across the building, jumped into a marathon of runners. I came in second, though I started with the stragglers. the 'person' who wanted me dead, rode up in his limo with the assassin, and some masked guys hijacked me. Once in the limo, the assassin pulled out his hidden blade; the spring-loaded knife that pops out into your hand. I dis-armed him fairly fast and efficiently, but he COUNTERED! This was all as we were sitting across from each other in the back of the limo; as he countered me, he repeated a his moves out loud. "grab, flip, twist, artery*on thumb*, cut lower jaw". After this cycle repeated a few times, I figured it out, and started to vary; though I did this, he pulled out another blade and mimicked what I was doing. *Sorta like the sharingan* I soon ripped off his left coat-arm by cutting at it a few times to reveal his final hidden-blade. I pulled out his third and final blade from his left coat and but his thumb off; I immediately went for the bottom of his throat*ya know where that squishy part is on the bottom of your jaw meets your neckline?* then swung behind him and took a knife from him to have one in each hand. Thusly, I put them in his neck and pulled down. *you know the Arena from POP III*. After this I stabbed the driver and he crashed, etc...etc... OH, but as we crashed, the assassin flew out of teh moonroof and fell into an apartment entrance; like shitty-apartment on the corner of a building. afterwards of a few seconds, a whole bunch of white girls ran out screaming and Mayweather came outside like "wtf?"
eh, it's a dream. I have an essay due at 130. fuck YA'LL, i'm doing my essay.
middle-school friends,
essay. delirium,
assassin