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~Boomer~
I feel sick.
Oh so sick.
I think I'll puke on those damn survivors...
I feel sick.
Oh so sick.
I think I'll puke on those damn survivors...
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Why Does the Witch Cry?: Story
Her name was Sunny.
She was seventeen years old, and already the sort of beautiful that would have lasted forever. She was an accomplished gymnast and dancer, and had a remarkably haunting singing voice that landed her the lead in her school musicals each year. She got good grades, dressed appropriately, had perfect blonde hair, snowy white skin, and bright blue eyes. Her teachers loved her, she got along with everyone, and never once stopped smiling. Her father was a pastor and raised her to be a good Christian, and she spread love and compassion graciously. Her parents were proud.
She was born on Christmas Eve, and endured being dres
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Left 4 Dead - The Hunt
Blood... I smelled it. Not too far from here. Fresh blood... not the rancid blood of the rest of these pitiful dogs. Those who scramble about in the dirt, without consious or thought. Only instinct drives these fools and I am not one of them. My senses are honed, my mind clear, I could smell blood from a great distance away. I sniffed... yes they were there. Four to be exact. I sank onto my haunches, waiting in the dark. The lessers noticed began to notice them too, I could feel the tension in the air. How sad... their efforts would be for naught. They would not eat tonight... but I would. My prey shall not escape when so rare a
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Hunter And Ellis:1
ONE:
I leap over a roof. It's raining. It's dark. It's surprisingly quiet. I stop and listen. Silence. I sniff the air, and come across a familiar scent. Blood. Fresh, Human blood. I grin and track down the source, leaping from roof to roof. There. He's alive, barely. Beaten up pretty bad. I drop from the roof, and head towards him. He sees me. He tries to move away. Bad idea. He stops and holds one of his arms. Must be broken. I continue foward. He gives up. He curls up to the best of his ability. He making noises, and his eyes begin to leak. I think it's...crying. I lean over him, and place a hand on his head gently. Some of the blood of m
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XD The Boomer...
A fat, ugly Boss Infected with the abillity to.... throw up... XD
It attracts a lotta infected, though.
A fat, ugly Boss Infected with the abillity to.... throw up... XD
It attracts a lotta infected, though.
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haha i hate boomers xD they get on my nerves ^^