The invasion.
Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2004 8:12 am
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Atheist tiptoes out of the shadows, his contact fleeing the scene.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>"With that information, my job should a lot easier." Atheist chuckles. Dialing a <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>mysterious</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> number in his cell phone, he glances around suspiciously, conspicuously.<br><br>"I have the location of their hidden rebel base. Commence operation. I repeat, commence operation."<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>A lone helicopter rises off the top of a condominium in the distance and is lost to the darkness of the night.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>"CyClone, MOVE!" Atheist yells into his phone and a leather-laden man with a whip hanging from his belt jumps onto his motorcycle and speeds away into the night.<br><br>Atheist looks at the double doors before him and snickers in delight. "Now you're mine, Porschie-Poo." Producing a bran donut from his utility belt, he sets it by the door. Unlike the sedating bran donuts that he was known for, this donut has a fuse and smells a little more... stale. Atheist quickly lights the fuse and runs behind a little shed.<br><br><!--EZCODE BOLD START--><strong><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>BANG</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--></strong><!--EZCODE BOLD END--><br><br>Atheist sneaks into the compound only to run into a lone man not far from the entrance. Atheist sizes up his opponent and runs at him with menacing speed. Only to get a whiff of the 'ass-like' smell.<br>"Red, is that you??"<br>"Ath! I take it all the troops are on the move."<br>"Oh yeah. The information you gave us was perfect."<br>"Good. Here's a map and you see that fat blob in the north east room?"<br>"Yeah.. is that Porsche?"<br>"No. That's a mustard stain. From lunch. Sorry. But that 'X' in the south room off the north corridor adjacent to the west library...."<br>"That's porsche?"<br>"No. That's my pr0n collection..I need this map or I'll never remember how to find it."<br>"Damn it, Red.. where the hell is Porsche.."<br>"You see that door right in front of you?"<br>"Yeah? Lemmee guess.. your laundry is in there?"<br>"Yes. But Porsche is in there.. doing my laundry. He lost a bet, you see."<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>A gleam shines in Atheist's eyes as he reaches into his backpack for his trusty rocket-propelled bran-donut lanucher (the RPB).</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>Kicking down the door, Atheist jumps in the RPB swinging around menacingly. Red looks at him.. "Bro, how do you swing your RPB around so menacingly?"<br>"A lot of practice."<br>Seeing Porsche on the other side of the room, Ath brings his RPB in line and fires a single bran donut right for Porsche's head.<br><br>"Oooh.. nice shot, Ath."<br><br>Together they drag the unconscious body of Porsche out of the estate and load him into the trunk of Atheist's car.<br><br>*** Meanwhile at the <!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://p078.ezboard.com/fdragontalonmer ... 4313.topic" target="top">DTM Forums...</a><!--EZCODE LINK END-->***<br> <p></p><i></i>