DarkMatter D20: Drunk Southern Girls with Guns ... UPDATED - 8/18/05!

[Mathew_Freeman]

That's a smart, smart move. Much kudos to your players for that one.

*awaits the hordes of excited readers to descend*

Thoroughly looking forward to the final installment!

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

That was the creepiest ing thing I have ever read on these boards.

Good job.

 

[Dungannon]

Jonrog, you are a sick, twisted individual. And that's a good thing. Keep up the great work.

 

[rbingham2000]

Jo smiled. "Just great! The sight of an alien wearing a five-year-old's severed head and a close-quarters gunfight with a toothy maw that could swallow my whole skull and a boom-box made of fried human brains didn't affect my therapeutic process at all! I'm PEACHY!"

The little mental image of our favorite Drunk Southern Girl with Guns spouting off that line just brought a big grin to my face!

Also, it looks like you've got a bit of double-postage going on, Pierce.

 

[Lola]

Whew! Now I can sleep at night knowing that E.T.'s brains are splattered all over the road and that obnoxious Eliot kid is dead. Good show! .... when's the next one coming?

 

[Henry]

OK, I got the ET and Eliot thing, but I REALLY had to do a double-take when I missed "Gertie's head." Then I called up imdb.com.

You magnificent bastard. I love you.

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And Lola, no need to thank me. Jonrog creeped me out first long, long ago, and I share the gift wherever I can. Incidentally, if you also like a bit o' sci-fi, and John's style really grabs you, rent The Core when it comes out on video (assuming you didn't catch it in the theater). It may not be on the Oscars list, but it's good watchin's.

 

[KainG]

GONE MISSING

Chapter 10:


Then, three police cruisers squealed to a halt. The local Sheriff leapt out with his men. They screamed in terror.

"... subtle." Denis flipped open his cell phone, dialed the Hoffman Institute.

If this is subtle, I'd hate to see what would happen if your players went all out. Or maybe I would enjoy seeing that.

Ross stared back at the shattered, limp form of Eliot. The boy seemed even smaller in death. "We didn't save any of them."

"Welcome to the Hoffman Institute," muttered Stephen.

A nice, little serious moment here.

Before either Andy or Jo could react, Ross pulled up in one of the rental cars, skidded across the road --

-- and PARKED on the thing's head. CRUNCH.

Ross leaned out the window. "Is it dead?"

LOL! Perfect timing!

"Apparently, these Aliens just think certain parts of us are yummy."

Absolutely twisted! I love it!

I'm really looking forward to the next adventure. I hope you and your players can get together to give some more "Drunk Southern Girls..." madness.

Keep up to crazy work!

 

[Breakstone]

Wha-ho-ho-ho!

As always, awesome job, Jonrog!

You're imagery is amazing... heads crunching, characters spouting off lines, spine-tingling scenery... I love it!

 

[fenzer]

Damn it John, you've done it again. I laughed until it hurt.

I'm telling you John, I love Jo, every last pink pill taking, gun toting, child fearing bit of her.

Lola, some day I would love to shake your hand.

Thanks for another great story everyone.

 

[Pierce]

I'm telling you John, I love Jo, every last pink pill taking, gun toting, child fearing bit of her.

Ya know, I just had a chilling thought. What if Jo gets pregnant someday? Too much nasty fun