Post by madvideogamer on Apr 15, 2009 18:19:54 GMT -5
Really Tall Tower, December 30, 8027 23:00
It was just another average night in the streets of Brawl city, the streets packed with vehicles and pedestrians, stores and stop signs were lit up, and the drug dealers walking around in large trenchcoats.
"Everything seems in order," the mayor of Brawl city muttered to his assistant, "what could possibly go wrong? With the new street system, everything should be 100 percent secure"
"Indeed boy, you've really done it this time. Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are!" his assistant replied.
"I told you to cut that out," the mayor, agitated, told his assistant, "it's bad enough there's graffiti of it all over town."
"Oh, sorry sir," his assistant said before leaving an envelope and returning to his post.
The mayor picked up the letter and opened it. The paper inside had the aroma of expensive perfume and wasprinted on pink paper. The mayor quickly skimmed through the paper, looking even more nervous each second he laid his eyes apon it.
"No.. It can't be.. It's been over 20 years.." the mayor said clutching the paper in his hand.
There was a sudden shake all around the building and a large crash was heard coming from the room right next to the mayor's office. The mayor quickly grabbed a brass glove and strapped it on with a leather belt, then ran to the next room. To the mayor's surprise there was a large Hind and a massive hole in the wall.
"We meet again, Balto!" Screamed a psycho lady in plaid standing on the edge of the helicopter, "After all these years I finally have the chance to finish you off! NOW DIE!"
The lady took out a FIM-92 Stinger and launched a missile towards Balto, who dodged it by inches.
"I AM NOT FOR DIE," screamed Balto as he fire a blast of green light from his glove.
The recoil of the blast cause Balto to go flying out of the office and send him onto the wing of the Hind.
"This is your chance! Get him!" The pilot told his gunman.
The lady in plaid once again loaded the Stinger and fired at it once more at Balto. The missile blasted the wing off and sent Balto hurdling towards the city, along with the copter.
By the time Balto had regained consiousness he was on the propeller of the hind, being supported by two buildings in an alley. He looked up and saw the woman in plaid staring him in the face.
"It's time we finished this, once and for all."
The mayor dropped down thousands of feet, a bullet in his brain into a puddle of his own blood.
A little child about the age of 11 ran up to the body of the mayor, Balto-Boy. Tears in his eyes he looked at him and yelled out, "BAAAAAALTOOOOO!"
"You can't leave me! I didn't get to tell you something!" the little child with blood red eyes said, "I love you man! Everytime I think of you I-I just go crazy! I am Bulet Theodore Diddet and I am GAY for you, Balto!"
There was a long pause, and the lady in plaid was hanging onto the ladder of the hind laughing uncontrollably.
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY? You just killed the man I love," Bulet screamed, "you killed my future husband, Grimscott!"
"SURPRISE." Balto got up from the ground and unzipped his pants, relieving himself on Bulet's face and grabbing onto the ladder as it was going up.
Bulet sat there in a puddle of pee and stared at himself at a mirror on the brick wall. All his dignity gone, and with zero self esteem he flipped on his Ipod and started listening to Linkoln Park.
Now the story isn't over yet.
It was just another average night in the streets of Brawl city, the streets packed with vehicles and pedestrians, stores and stop signs were lit up, and the drug dealers walking around in large trenchcoats.
"Everything seems in order," the mayor of Brawl city muttered to his assistant, "what could possibly go wrong? With the new street system, everything should be 100 percent secure"
"Indeed boy, you've really done it this time. Who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are!" his assistant replied.
"I told you to cut that out," the mayor, agitated, told his assistant, "it's bad enough there's graffiti of it all over town."
"Oh, sorry sir," his assistant said before leaving an envelope and returning to his post.
The mayor picked up the letter and opened it. The paper inside had the aroma of expensive perfume and wasprinted on pink paper. The mayor quickly skimmed through the paper, looking even more nervous each second he laid his eyes apon it.
"No.. It can't be.. It's been over 20 years.." the mayor said clutching the paper in his hand.
There was a sudden shake all around the building and a large crash was heard coming from the room right next to the mayor's office. The mayor quickly grabbed a brass glove and strapped it on with a leather belt, then ran to the next room. To the mayor's surprise there was a large Hind and a massive hole in the wall.
"We meet again, Balto!" Screamed a psycho lady in plaid standing on the edge of the helicopter, "After all these years I finally have the chance to finish you off! NOW DIE!"
The lady took out a FIM-92 Stinger and launched a missile towards Balto, who dodged it by inches.
"I AM NOT FOR DIE," screamed Balto as he fire a blast of green light from his glove.
The recoil of the blast cause Balto to go flying out of the office and send him onto the wing of the Hind.
"This is your chance! Get him!" The pilot told his gunman.
The lady in plaid once again loaded the Stinger and fired at it once more at Balto. The missile blasted the wing off and sent Balto hurdling towards the city, along with the copter.
By the time Balto had regained consiousness he was on the propeller of the hind, being supported by two buildings in an alley. He looked up and saw the woman in plaid staring him in the face.
"It's time we finished this, once and for all."
The mayor dropped down thousands of feet, a bullet in his brain into a puddle of his own blood.
A little child about the age of 11 ran up to the body of the mayor, Balto-Boy. Tears in his eyes he looked at him and yelled out, "BAAAAAALTOOOOO!"
"You can't leave me! I didn't get to tell you something!" the little child with blood red eyes said, "I love you man! Everytime I think of you I-I just go crazy! I am Bulet Theodore Diddet and I am GAY for you, Balto!"
There was a long pause, and the lady in plaid was hanging onto the ladder of the hind laughing uncontrollably.
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY? You just killed the man I love," Bulet screamed, "you killed my future husband, Grimscott!"
"SURPRISE." Balto got up from the ground and unzipped his pants, relieving himself on Bulet's face and grabbing onto the ladder as it was going up.
Bulet sat there in a puddle of pee and stared at himself at a mirror on the brick wall. All his dignity gone, and with zero self esteem he flipped on his Ipod and started listening to Linkoln Park.
Now the story isn't over yet.