"Wait... What the fuck was I talking about?"
"I was listening to the radio..."
"Wait... I said something about..."
"Rats, motherfucker, rats. You said your apartment was full of rats. And that you shot one the other day."
"Yeah, well, ok. So my friekin' apartment is full of damned rats, alright? And they show up everywhere..."
"Like... when you're eating...? They just crawl around all day?"
"No... yeah... yeah, yeah. They're everywhere, you know, in the sink, in the commode, in my bed, under my bed..."
"You sleep with them? Now that's totally fucked up, dude..."
"Well, yeah. Yeah, I know. So one day, I'm totally fucking fed up with those rats, alright. And I catch one, eating cereal, out of the damn box."
"It was in the box?"
"-- Soundgarden. Now comes Jane's Addiction, with "Been Caught Stealing"--"
"... Yeah, it was in the box... well, not all in, you know, I could see the tail... but... you know--"
"It was eatin' the motherfuckin' cereal, Joe, ok?"
"Yeah, alright..."
"So now I'm totally fuckin' pissed, right? Cause I had paid for the damn thing, and it was barely eaten, alright? So I go to my bed-- I mean, to my... ehh... my..."
"...pillow?"
"Yeah. I take out my 9mm, and shoot at the motherfucker."
"Did you hit the rat...?"
"Yes, you dick, I hit the rat. What's the point of the damn tale if I didn't hit the rat?"
"Maybe you didn't hit the rat. Maybe you are just guessing you did."
"Motherfucker. I'm not guessing I hit the rat, I know I hit the rat, ok? There was cereal and rat juice all over the fuckin' floor."
"You did that? With a 9mm? You positive?"
"Yes, I'm positive. Jesus Christ, dude. I'm fucking positive, I got a better accuracy than you do, Sam."
"You wish, nigger."
"Yeah, he's right, Sammuel. He does have a better accuracy than you do."
"You know what? Fuck you, Joe. You ain--"
"Hey, did you just see that, man? He just... he just stared at us and run away..."
"So?"
"So? So follow! Follow, Joe! Follow, follow, follow! Jesus Christ..."
"Calm down, alright. I am--"
"That's him. That's the guy."
"What the fuck? George said he was on his apartment!"
"I told you George was an asshole!"
"Follow the motherfucker, Joe! Wait, don't stop-- don't..."
"Fuck! Can't you pass the red light! You're a criminal, you dick! Criminals don't stop at the damn red lights"
"What the fuck, dude?"
"What? Why can't I stop? He's right there, no? Right there!"
"Oh, that's great, he turned. We lost him. Could you... would that be... I think that's fuckin' enough, Joe. Follow him."
"No. I'll get a ticket, the policeman's right there."
"He's not even-- Motherfucker... I will blow your fuckin' brains out."
"Don't point that at me, Sam."
"Then drive, foo'!"
"GO!"
"You happy now, eh? We're all happy about Joe now?"
"Shut the hell up, and drive."
"Fuck you, man!"
"Go, nigger, go, there he is."
"Crash against him."
"Yeah, I know, asshole."
"Then go faster!"
"Go, go, go, go, go, go!"
"Whatch out for that bench-- shit, now, go!"
WHAM
"-- that's it for today, in the Rock Mornings. The winners of the Audioslave CDs are George Kerl and... Stephanie.... Stephanie... Stephanie what? "
"Nice driving, man."
"Shit... heh..."
"OK, just keep going. Just keep driving, man. See? No-one even noticed..."
"What? We just run over a man in broad daylight, motherfucker, everybody noticed."
"Shut up, people! Shut it. I just--"
"--You promised me today that you'd quit your boyfriend
I'd be the next one to ease on in--"
"Could you turn off the radio?"
"Just keep driving!"
"Turn off the goddamn radio."
THE KILLERS
There were three of them in the car: Joe, the driver, Sammuel, the black man, and Max. Maxwell, really. But he didn't like that name. That's why he insisted on being called "Komodo". But nobody ever did. Nobody other than his work buddies. But among the real people... he was Max. Max was a cool sounding name, on his ranks. It was short, snappy... but Maxwell wasn't, and, hence, he didn't like Max either. He had been thinking on changing his name. To something like Fred. Nothing interesting, nothing snappy, or pretty. Just Fred. It was easy to say, easy to remember. It was a good, solid name. But forget about that Freddy bullshit. He wanted none of that. Freddy sucked, just like Maxwell did.
Fred. That was the way to go.
He hadn't thought about his name that much until the sudden carreer change. When he was a writer, he could be Maxwell. People would understand Maxwell. But writing wasn't going that well, and after talking to some people, he ended up killing some And he was still a Maxwell. You see, Joe and Sam, were good names for contract killers. Maxwell was a good name for writing. And he hadn't written for over a year now, and he was becoming pretty good at the killing part. He doubted he would ever quit the life. I mean, soon he would be sent to do solo jobs. Big killings. Where the big cash was. And the best part was, that he would only have to put up with folks like Joe and Sammuel, until then. It wasn't that he was somekind of anti-social maniac. He just liked to be alone. Hence, he liked to kill alone. Well, he didn't like to kill, that was a fact. But he prefered to kill alone. But he definately didn't like to kill. It was just a job. And although the nature of the job, usually, he was just this easy going guy; except in occassions like this one. In occassions like this one... he was furious. That little fucker. George had misled them. Told them wrong information. He had told them the guy would be at his apartment, at six o'clock, in the morning. But they had ended up running over the guy at five-thirty. In broad daylight. Thousands of people to see their motherfucking license plate. In a car which could barely start up. And he was pretty fucking sure that Tony would take the car's cost from their paycheck. He cursed. He had told the other two guys to wait outside. That he wanted to talk alone with this one. Sam and Joe had agreed. He would've gone alone anyways...
So now, after the banging in his door, George had opened the door for him, clueless that a very angry Irish American man waited on the other side. It was pretty obvious that he had just woken up. There he was, staring at Komodo, in awe. The hitman smiled.
"Good morning, George. Have some breakfast." said that, he punched him in the face. George screamed in pain, as he grabbed his nose, which started to bleed bleeding. It was broken. The assasin entered the building, and looked around. In the table, there was breakfast, that is: some pizza and a coffee. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? Here, have some coffee." He said, while he grabbed the mug and pured the liquid in George's face. The boy squeeled.
"What the fuck, man?! SHIT!"
"What, what was that? You're sorry? I'm hearing a lot of things, but I'm not hearin' sorry, George!" Komodo asked, grabbing him from the neck, and dragging him towards the window. "Now tell me! What are you sorry for?!"
"I don't know!"
"So you ain't sorry!" Max raised the body and slammed it against the window, breaking it. He grabbed George by the t-shirt, and half of his body was left hanging.
"Yes! YES! I AM!"
"For what, George?" Max asked, tilting him even more.
"For... for..."
"'For... for...' for fucking lying!" he yelled. "Say it with me!"
"Fuh... for... For lying!" Maxlet go of the t-shirt, and grabbed it in a split second. George was crying now.
"No. 'For fucking lying to you'. Now say it!"
"For... for fucking lying to you..."
"I can't hear shit!"
"For fucking lying to you, man! Please!" Max pulled him up, and threw him to the ground. He was pretty strong for his body. He was short, and skinny. With black, short hair, a goatee, and a huge forehead. George kneeled, panting, in pain.
"Good, George. Now, if you ever give me wrong information again, I will come and shoot you, do you understand?"
"Yeah."
"Right. Thomas Hefferman wasn't on his building this morning, he was getting away. Why?"
"I don't know." Komodo kicked him in the jaw, making him fall flat to the ground.
"Why?!"
"Because I told him you were coming!"
"Right. Good boy. All I want you to do, is answer the question, alright?"
"... alright..."
"Why would anyone be so stupid to fuck with Tony Barone?"
"What?"
"Your boss, motherfucker. Why would you back-stab him like that?"
"I didn't... I..." He was kicked.
"Yes you did, George, yes you did. You gotta, at least, gimmie me that." The look in the boy's eye was mixed with pain, fear, and regret. Max was loving this. "And you weren't even gonna stay, now, were you? You were gonna split, right? Just like you told your buddy to do, right?" Max walked around the boy, and then pinned him to the ground with his foot. "Right?" Komodo took his gun out, and pointed it at him.
"... yes... I'm sorry... please..."
"Please isn't enough, bitch. You gotta say, 'I'm sorry I tried to fuck my boss' Now, say it!"
"I'm sorry I tried to fuck my boss!"
"And... 'And that I tried to fuck you too.' Say it."
"And... auh... and that I tried to fuck you too..." George was whimpering in the ground, trying to look above him. Max cocked his gun.
"'But my boss don't likes to be fucked with... and I don't deserve forgiveness...'"
"No! Please... please..."
"Say the goddamn words!"
"But... but my boss..."
"... don't likes to be..."
"... to be fucked with... and I don't deserve...."
"... forgiveness." Komodo licked his lip. "Now do you deserve forgiveness?"
"No... no... please... please!" George was trying to move, but he couldn't. Max was too strong. "NO! PLEASE!
"So that's a no?"
"Please..."
"Sorry. I thought you were just stupid, but you turned out to be a rat, now, ain't ya?"
"No! Please!"
"AIN'T YA?!"
"YES! BUT PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE!"
"We are very concerned."
BANG.
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OK. So here's the deal, this is an RPG about hired assasins. I don't want profiles, introduce yourself by describing a hit you have done. When at least three people have entered, the plot will start. But first, kill somebody. It's kinda fun. It doesn't have to be this long.
I'm guessing this can go here, but if there's a problem let me now. I really don't understand WHY don't we have a RPG Board with all the writers in the community. It's fun. I assure you, give it a go. If somebody isn't sure what to do, I have some great tutorials you could check out:
http://legendaryfrog.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4791 (Though I'm not sure if you can enter that without being a member of the usergroup)
http://forums.rpgchat.com/showthread.php?t=31037 (Not that good. But just basic)
I'd make one myself but... eh... Ahem. I'm too busy. Yeah.
Anyways, here are the rules:
- Godmodding is not allowed. But you can make a character answer, or say something. But if you make him look stupid, or loose the escence of him, you're gone.
- More than three sentence posting.
- Don't try to act like a "cool", "mysterious guy", by giving monologues about... the blood. These are contract killers, but that don't necessary mean they're psychopaths. Think of it as a "Pulp Fiction" RPG.
- No, really, I mean it. This IS a Pulp Fiction RPG.
- Don't change the plot drastically. Unless you're me... which... eh... you aren't. This means that you can't be the lost son of somebody looking for revenge. And don't steal the spotlight, in other words, don't try to make yourself the main character. We all are.
- We're all human beings, we bleed, and we CAN be hurt. That means that you're no Terminator, you can get wounded. You MUST get wounded.
- This is a serious RP, so try to keep it like that. But most of all...
- Have fun
... man... that was just corny...
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