05-04-2016, 08:29 AM
"Aaaiiieee! They're eating everyone! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIVES!"
A screaming, anthropomorphic ice cream cone ran down peanut brittle streets, along with several other shrieking animate foodstuffs. They were persued by another group of candy people, except these ones had an unhealthy yellow glow in their eyes, with bits of themselves dropping off. A low moan of "Suuugaaaarrrr....." came from their mouths as the steadily plodded after the 'living' candy people, intent on devouring them.
Stumbling out of the thick bushes surrounding the town, Grundy's jaw has dropped open at the sight of the sugar metropolis. Houses made of cookies and chocolate dotted the streets, and gumdrop mailboxes lined the neat rows. He could scarcely believe his glowing yellow eyes, such a wonderland of delicious treats lay before him. He immediately plodded down the road, plucking up hard candy stop signs, tearing chunks off houses and devouring bits and pieces of infrastructure.
Suddenly, a lone peppermint man came running around the corner, pursued by a group of the zombie vandies. He spotted Grundy, and ran towards him, pleading, "Oh thank Guu! Help me, mister!" Grundy looked down at him, then at the approaching mob. Then back down to the candy man. Candy....mmm. Candy was meant to be eaten, and Grundy's appetite for junk was pretty big. "GRUNDY HELP....GRUNDY HELP HIMSELF! CAANNDYY!"
The last thing the peppermint man saw, as he lay there with a large bite taken out of him, was Solomon Grundy eating his way through the crowd of zombies and architecture alike.
(Intro post complete!)
A screaming, anthropomorphic ice cream cone ran down peanut brittle streets, along with several other shrieking animate foodstuffs. They were persued by another group of candy people, except these ones had an unhealthy yellow glow in their eyes, with bits of themselves dropping off. A low moan of "Suuugaaaarrrr....." came from their mouths as the steadily plodded after the 'living' candy people, intent on devouring them.
Stumbling out of the thick bushes surrounding the town, Grundy's jaw has dropped open at the sight of the sugar metropolis. Houses made of cookies and chocolate dotted the streets, and gumdrop mailboxes lined the neat rows. He could scarcely believe his glowing yellow eyes, such a wonderland of delicious treats lay before him. He immediately plodded down the road, plucking up hard candy stop signs, tearing chunks off houses and devouring bits and pieces of infrastructure.
Suddenly, a lone peppermint man came running around the corner, pursued by a group of the zombie vandies. He spotted Grundy, and ran towards him, pleading, "Oh thank Guu! Help me, mister!" Grundy looked down at him, then at the approaching mob. Then back down to the candy man. Candy....mmm. Candy was meant to be eaten, and Grundy's appetite for junk was pretty big. "GRUNDY HELP....GRUNDY HELP HIMSELF! CAANNDYY!"
The last thing the peppermint man saw, as he lay there with a large bite taken out of him, was Solomon Grundy eating his way through the crowd of zombies and architecture alike.
(Intro post complete!)
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”