The Ninja Epidemic
Those pills make you feel like you can do anything. You take a step forward while the ninja moves around in slow motion, you grab his face and twist it around to face you, snapping his neck benieth the pressure. He drops to the ground and your cousin looks up at you like he's seen a ghost.
"Wha' the fuck?" He exclaims, though his voice is coming to you in long drawn out segments.
"These pills you gae me are awesome." You say. "I can do things I never thought possable."
"Maybe you took too many a dem." He says to you.
Your heart is beating practicaly through your chest, the pounding of your heart echoes in your head. You wonder if he's right. Maybe your body can't handle these pills.
"I'll be fine." You say.
"Sure. If them ninjas don' kill ya, them pills may." He tells you.
"Then what the fuck did you give me them for, Bo?!" You start to scream at him, freaking out a bit.
"Whoa, whoa. Let's keep your anger directed at them ninja fools." He says, holding his hands up. "Maybe it's cuz you took 'em wif beer. I hear that's not always so good fer ya."
You feel your eyes bugging out as you reply to your cousins idiocy. "You gave me the beer!!"
"I didn' tell you ta drink it. Shit." He says, shaking his head. "Come see what I brought you."
He removes the tarp from the bed of the truck. Staring into the bed of his truck, you nearly drop a load in your pants. "Holy shit" escapes your mouth as you stare at his supply.
Your cousin is laughing and slaps you on the back. "We gonna kill us some ninjas."
You sure as hell are. There are four 45s, three assault rifles, two sawed off shotguns, an ak-47, a couple revolvers, bullets out the ass, and...
"Is that a rocket launcher?" You ask.
Bo starts laughing. "It shore is."
Damn. This should all be pretty usefull for kicking ninjas asses.
"Come here." Your cousin tells you, and you follow him the the cab of the truck where he hands you a small crate. It's fairly heavy and you carefully set it on the ground. You open in to find it full of grenades.
"Fuck an A." You say. "How many are in there?"
"Close to fifty. I don't know fer shore. I ain't no mathematacist."
You look at him like he's an idiot but he doesn't seem to notice. He's probably used to it. "What do I get to use?" You ask.
"Here." He says, handing you two revolvers and a sawed-off shotgun. "I dont reckon yer ready fer the automatics. Grab yerself some o' them there grenades too."
You pull about five grenades from the box and shove them in your pocket. Bo looks at you.
"You ready to kill these hallucinations of yers?" He asks you.
You nod. "Yeah. But One of them is lying deda on the ground next to us, so they're definatley not hallucinations."
"I'm shore they ain't" He replies. "Where do ya reckon we should start?"
"I don't know." You tell him. "They just kind of show up sometimes."
"You got any beer in the fridge-rator?" He asks you. You shake your head no. "Well come on then, I need to get some from the store. Maybe we'll find some of yer ninjas on the way."
He gets into his truck and starts it. "Come on, already!"
"Wha' the fuck?" He exclaims, though his voice is coming to you in long drawn out segments.
"These pills you gae me are awesome." You say. "I can do things I never thought possable."
"Maybe you took too many a dem." He says to you.
Your heart is beating practicaly through your chest, the pounding of your heart echoes in your head. You wonder if he's right. Maybe your body can't handle these pills.
"I'll be fine." You say.
"Sure. If them ninjas don' kill ya, them pills may." He tells you.
"Then what the fuck did you give me them for, Bo?!" You start to scream at him, freaking out a bit.
"Whoa, whoa. Let's keep your anger directed at them ninja fools." He says, holding his hands up. "Maybe it's cuz you took 'em wif beer. I hear that's not always so good fer ya."
You feel your eyes bugging out as you reply to your cousins idiocy. "You gave me the beer!!"
"I didn' tell you ta drink it. Shit." He says, shaking his head. "Come see what I brought you."
He removes the tarp from the bed of the truck. Staring into the bed of his truck, you nearly drop a load in your pants. "Holy shit" escapes your mouth as you stare at his supply.
Your cousin is laughing and slaps you on the back. "We gonna kill us some ninjas."
You sure as hell are. There are four 45s, three assault rifles, two sawed off shotguns, an ak-47, a couple revolvers, bullets out the ass, and...
"Is that a rocket launcher?" You ask.
Bo starts laughing. "It shore is."
Damn. This should all be pretty usefull for kicking ninjas asses.
"Come here." Your cousin tells you, and you follow him the the cab of the truck where he hands you a small crate. It's fairly heavy and you carefully set it on the ground. You open in to find it full of grenades.
"Fuck an A." You say. "How many are in there?"
"Close to fifty. I don't know fer shore. I ain't no mathematacist."
You look at him like he's an idiot but he doesn't seem to notice. He's probably used to it. "What do I get to use?" You ask.
"Here." He says, handing you two revolvers and a sawed-off shotgun. "I dont reckon yer ready fer the automatics. Grab yerself some o' them there grenades too."
You pull about five grenades from the box and shove them in your pocket. Bo looks at you.
"You ready to kill these hallucinations of yers?" He asks you.
You nod. "Yeah. But One of them is lying deda on the ground next to us, so they're definatley not hallucinations."
"I'm shore they ain't" He replies. "Where do ya reckon we should start?"
"I don't know." You tell him. "They just kind of show up sometimes."
"You got any beer in the fridge-rator?" He asks you. You shake your head no. "Well come on then, I need to get some from the store. Maybe we'll find some of yer ninjas on the way."
He gets into his truck and starts it. "Come on, already!"