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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Strider_Koln" data-source="post: 4639568" data-attributes="member: 78265">Hehe, no worries, I got this.Just sit back and enjoy. Koln is making popcorn if you want some.As soon as Koln enters the store the laughter stops, but he remains cautious. Everyone in the store watches him carefully, indeed he does stick  out, even when he's not dressed as a priest, but he remains focused. He then stops dead in his tracks, noticing a building black mist behind one of the freezer doors. In a matter of seconds, instead of ice cream, a tall ominous figure looms, pressing his long boney fingers to the glass door, opening it, his chocolate-brown cloak brushing over the floor as he glides past the freezer, grinning a fanged smile at Koln. "Ah, at last, we meet again, Kolnyr. I look forward to tasting your blood."Koln, backs up, startled by what's going on. In the metal of a nearby shelf he sees his strangely fangless reflection. He barely has time to contemplate how he became human again before he hears a voice scream "Catch!" Koln  instinctively reaches out his hand, grabbing the Winchester rifle, and giving Crazy Kip who now stands in the corner, munching a hotdog, a thumbs up. Then he faces the Count, cocking  the rifle quickly with one hand, the gun whips around in a circular motion, and stops pointed at the target's head. "Come get some."Before the Count can move Koln had emptied five rounds into the target, missing his head, but dropping him through a number of well placed shots to his chest. Koln then approaches the fallen foe, dropping the gun and reaching for something sharp, his shuriken, to finish the job... However as he approaches the Count's body seems to somehow "phase" right through the floor. Stupidly, Koln steps forward, and falls right through the floor, passing through it as if he were a ghost.His eyes slowly open, coming too, but only seeing darkness. He tries to stretch out but can't, he's confined, the air is thin, he repeatedly beats his fists around in a frenzied panic, eventually smashing through the wood with his legs, pushing the lid off and sits up in his coffin. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the flickering torches on the stone walls, illuminating the gates, bones, and chains... the stench of death and decay is in the air as he steps out of his coffin in the strangely familiar dungeon. The gate opens on the far wall, the Count stepping in, barking out, "Does it look familiar Kolnyr, or should I say... Pierre? Ha! I know all about you... I'm shocked you weren't damned sooner, with what happened with that werewolf you were supposed to hunt... or what you did to those teenage witches!"Koln growls, storms up to the Count, angrily delivering a a front kick, followed by an outside crescent kick, two roundhouses, and a right uppercut, after each one the Count just laughs and laughs and laughs, standing upright. "Pathetic!" Smashing Koln with the back of his hand, sending him flying back painfully into a wall. Something sharp seems to have cut him as Koln's body slumps to the floor he leaves a crimson trail on the wall. The Count then cockily saunters up to the fallen hunter.. just he opportunity Koln needs! In a flash a shurken rips through the air, piercing the Count right in the eye socket, Koln quickly climbing to his feet and kicks, stomping the shuriken deeper into the vampire's skull with the heel of his boot. Angry, the Count flicks his wrist, creating a small wave of chocolate bats to distract Koln as he pulls the shuriken free from his bloodied face. "Gah... Ha... is that it, hunter?!""No, not until I send you to hell in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Sprit!" Koln sharlply replies, brandishing his new whip, and waving on the Count, taunting him.Meanwhile, back in reality, the patrons of the store stare confusedly at Koln as he rolls around on the floor, legs kicking out every which way, knocking over shelves as he clutches a box of "Count Chocula," spilling cereal all over the place. They scratch their heads, trying to make sense of Koln's frantic gibberish until the clerk, finally getting up his nerve, grabs Koln by his arms and, with the help of the other patrons, tosses him out onto the street.With a sigh, Koln brushes himself off and continues walking into the night. "You got lucky this time Count... We will meet again."</blockquote>

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