02-23-2016, 09:56 PM
-pkt pkt pkt pkt-
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-VVVVVVZZZZZZZZZ-
Grundy tapped the floor of the large freight elevator as it made a painfully slow descent downwards toward the noise of gunfire and lord knew what else. The thick rebar club lifted off the ground as the white giant took a few practice swings with it, scratching the chrome sideplate of the elevator. He adjusted his cardboard armor, flexing his beefy arms and preparing himself for a very fun beatdown once he arrived at his destination. If he arrived in time, anyways. Dang, this elevator was slow. He amused himself by drumming his thick meaty fingers on the scratches he made, until finally the gunfire sounded like it was much closer.
ding
"RAAAAAAAARRRGHH!!!"
Grundy charged out of the elevator doors as they slid open into the floor lobby, only to realize that the battle was a couple rooms over. Feeling slightly sheepish, the zombie cleared his throat and tromped through the carpeted hallway, his footsteps shaking the ground as he built up speed.
clomp
clomp
clomp clomp clomp
clompclompclompclompCLOMPCLOMP
The alabaster automaton burst through a door into the Party Lounge, just in time to see the aforementioned green armored security risk get bounced off the ceiling with a resounding smash. A blue glow surrounded the marine, and Grundy noticed the blue hoodied skeleton, Sans, on top of a table, his hand surrounded in the same blue glow. Noticing the chalky newcomer as well, Sans flung his arm towards the doorway Grundy just came through.
"hey Grundy...we might go on strike after this....catch."
The plantman was slightly dumbfounded, until the marine hurtled towards him with surprising speed, the most likely pained expression on his face hidden underneath his helmet. Grundy raised his rebar club and took a quick swing at the incoming target, not having enough time to truly wind up, and Doomguy went sailing backwards to crash against the large reinforced glass viewing window.
Grundy dropped his club, now split in half from the blow, and thumped a huge fist against his yellow and red cardboard chest. "GRUNDY STOP YOU, EVIL DOER! YOU NOT GET TO...WHEREVER YOU TRYING TO GET!" By this point, Doomguy had slid down the wall and recovered enough to land on his feet and drop into a crouch. He pulled two weapons out, in one hand a gleaming metal pistol, and in the other a long, two barreled shotgun. Rapidly firing the pistol at the advancing Grundy, he shouted with rage.
"Huge zombie!! You must have huge guts! Huge guts to spill and tear out!"
"ARRRRGGGGHHH!!!"
The numb stinging of pistol bullets pockmarked the revenant's face, even as he slowly jogged forward. Crushing tables, chairs, and other assorted bits of furniture underneath his mighty boots, the pistol bullets did no more than slow him down even further. But Grundy wasn't about to give up on the sacred duty of guarding the tower that easily. He fought through the whizzing lead pellets, meaty fists raised to block the projectiles from hitting his face.
KABLAM
Grundy felt another, more powerful blast of lead tear through his torso and stomach. The Doomguy had unloaded a capful of shotgun pellets directly into his gut, and thick green sap squirted out of his lacerated white flesh. The zombie roared with anger, and having finally reached grasping range, swung a thick palm at the marine. It missed, the armored soldier nimbly rolling out of the way and unleashing another torrent of pistol bullets at the rotting mug. Taking a large step forward, Grundy wound up and aimed his mighty boot at Doomguy, landing a glancing kick on the marine's shoulder. It was enough to knock him off balance as he tried to skip backwards and out of range of the hulk's crushing grip, and so the verdant combatant was finally caught. Two thick fists lifted him clear off the ground and pulled at his arms hard enough to stretch muscles and rip fabric.
A full nelson had the marine helpless, at least for the moment, as Grundy applied pressure to the back of the man's head, squeezing tightly on his trapped limbs and holding him close in an overpowering hold. "GIVE UP NOW AND GRUNDY NOT RIP YOU IN HALF, GREEN MAN!"
-bratbratbratbrat-
-VVVVVVZZZZZZZZZ-
Grundy tapped the floor of the large freight elevator as it made a painfully slow descent downwards toward the noise of gunfire and lord knew what else. The thick rebar club lifted off the ground as the white giant took a few practice swings with it, scratching the chrome sideplate of the elevator. He adjusted his cardboard armor, flexing his beefy arms and preparing himself for a very fun beatdown once he arrived at his destination. If he arrived in time, anyways. Dang, this elevator was slow. He amused himself by drumming his thick meaty fingers on the scratches he made, until finally the gunfire sounded like it was much closer.
ding
"RAAAAAAAARRRGHH!!!"
Grundy charged out of the elevator doors as they slid open into the floor lobby, only to realize that the battle was a couple rooms over. Feeling slightly sheepish, the zombie cleared his throat and tromped through the carpeted hallway, his footsteps shaking the ground as he built up speed.
clomp
clomp
clomp clomp clomp
clompclompclompclompCLOMPCLOMP
The alabaster automaton burst through a door into the Party Lounge, just in time to see the aforementioned green armored security risk get bounced off the ceiling with a resounding smash. A blue glow surrounded the marine, and Grundy noticed the blue hoodied skeleton, Sans, on top of a table, his hand surrounded in the same blue glow. Noticing the chalky newcomer as well, Sans flung his arm towards the doorway Grundy just came through.
"hey Grundy...we might go on strike after this....catch."
The plantman was slightly dumbfounded, until the marine hurtled towards him with surprising speed, the most likely pained expression on his face hidden underneath his helmet. Grundy raised his rebar club and took a quick swing at the incoming target, not having enough time to truly wind up, and Doomguy went sailing backwards to crash against the large reinforced glass viewing window.
Grundy dropped his club, now split in half from the blow, and thumped a huge fist against his yellow and red cardboard chest. "GRUNDY STOP YOU, EVIL DOER! YOU NOT GET TO...WHEREVER YOU TRYING TO GET!" By this point, Doomguy had slid down the wall and recovered enough to land on his feet and drop into a crouch. He pulled two weapons out, in one hand a gleaming metal pistol, and in the other a long, two barreled shotgun. Rapidly firing the pistol at the advancing Grundy, he shouted with rage.
"Huge zombie!! You must have huge guts! Huge guts to spill and tear out!"
"ARRRRGGGGHHH!!!"
The numb stinging of pistol bullets pockmarked the revenant's face, even as he slowly jogged forward. Crushing tables, chairs, and other assorted bits of furniture underneath his mighty boots, the pistol bullets did no more than slow him down even further. But Grundy wasn't about to give up on the sacred duty of guarding the tower that easily. He fought through the whizzing lead pellets, meaty fists raised to block the projectiles from hitting his face.
KABLAM
Grundy felt another, more powerful blast of lead tear through his torso and stomach. The Doomguy had unloaded a capful of shotgun pellets directly into his gut, and thick green sap squirted out of his lacerated white flesh. The zombie roared with anger, and having finally reached grasping range, swung a thick palm at the marine. It missed, the armored soldier nimbly rolling out of the way and unleashing another torrent of pistol bullets at the rotting mug. Taking a large step forward, Grundy wound up and aimed his mighty boot at Doomguy, landing a glancing kick on the marine's shoulder. It was enough to knock him off balance as he tried to skip backwards and out of range of the hulk's crushing grip, and so the verdant combatant was finally caught. Two thick fists lifted him clear off the ground and pulled at his arms hard enough to stretch muscles and rip fabric.
A full nelson had the marine helpless, at least for the moment, as Grundy applied pressure to the back of the man's head, squeezing tightly on his trapped limbs and holding him close in an overpowering hold. "GIVE UP NOW AND GRUNDY NOT RIP YOU IN HALF, GREEN MAN!"
Quote:725 words, sorry for the short post
Doomguy used Pistol, Shotgun
Grundy used Death Grip
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”