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[psychoticracer]

[There's a harsh KA-CHACK of a gun cartridge being set into place, followed by a deep, slow chuckle.]

NOW we're talking.

All of you who don't enjoy bleeding, stay the hell out of my way.

Comments

[waywardassassin]

Having fun, Commander?

[He certainly is. Cadence has been having fun for a while, ever since the Left 4 Dead flashbacks stopped.]

[psychoticracer]

You've no idea.

((Pew pew.))

Or perhaps you have. Any luck with that cleaver of yours?

[waywardassassin]

Plenty. I have experience fighting zombies.

[Video game experience is still experience, okay? At least he knows to go for the head.]

[psychoticracer]

Hmm. Must be inconvenient to have to get close-range enough to sever the brainstem with a hand-held.

[waywardassassin]

I can see why you'd think that.

[Pause. There are brainstem-severing noises in the background.]

I find it much more fun than using guns.

[psychoticracer]

Hm, to each his own style.

... I'm going to need ammunition before this is over.

[waywardassassin]

Crew'll probably supply it. If you're lucky, that is.

[psychoticracer]

If, if, if.

If not - I'll have to do this the slow way.

I hate the slow way. But... I do like using my boots.

[waywardassassin]

Oh, Erol, you're so vicious. I'm sure the ladies find that attractive.

[psychoticracer]

Heheheheheh.

Watch it, I'll think you're sweet on me.

[waywardassassin]

Shit, you know my secret. Better propose right now.

[psychoticracer]

But I haven't a thing to wear~

[waywardassassin]

Don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll getcha a nice dress.