The battle against Customer Servise members.

For Walkingstone.

RPG RUles apply.

You are in an arena full of confused looking greasy faced tech support and customer service offs. They have no way to escape. A door opens and slides shut silently behind them, sealing you and them in the same room.

Walkingstone grips her guns, one in each hand, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Let me explain something to you," she said in low, gentle tones, as if talking to a child. "'Well that's never happened before' is not an acceptable answer. Here's an example." She pushed the barrel of her gun against one of their heads and it exploded with brains and blood over everyone else. "Now I know for a bloody fact that THAT's happened before!"

OOC: Glad you like it.

IC: Zaraki laughs so hard his ribs hurts as he watches the massacre begin.

Arrow explodes into the room , His guns blasing , his hand ripping poeple apart

A small worker "WHY WHY" , "YOU PISSED OFF WALKINGSTONE THAT IS WHY YOU FOOL"

Zaraki patiently waits to enter the room. He so loved the taste of fresh souls after a slaughter.

Letting out a wild whoop of laughter, Walkingstone began popping brains left and right. She stomped over dead bodies and kicked those moaning survivors in the head. "Damn you all! I'm not a bloody engineer, I'm an astrophysicist and I bet you can't even spell that!!!!"

OOC: damn that felt good

OOC: Good now?

Picking up a Worker he slams he into the photocopier , Placing his head in the copier he began slaming the top down , again and again, "DDDDDDDDDDDDDIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

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Then it happened the phone lying on the desk top , Someone was on hold the music Arrow could hear the music, Everything went black when he woke , he had killed everyone in the room "Z , this room has plenty of souls for you" On the way out a body fell from the roof "It is abit messy he he he"

Zaraki Ichigo says:

"OOC: Good now?"

OOC: Very good, thanks :D

OCC: Glad to hear you guys are enjoying yourselves.

IC:

Zaraki enters the room, a tounge protruding from the mouth of the mask.

"You won't believe how hungry I am."

In front of him he could see the trembling sould of the workers.

"You guys shouldn't put people on hold so often, you wouldn't be here if you spent more time actually helping people and less time playiong Tetris on your compuers at work."

Walkingstone leaded against the doorjam and smirked. She wiped the blood from her hands on a scrap of one of the workers' jackets and used it to polish the engraved guns. "The fear in this room is like fine wine." Just as she said it, she heard a sniveling from under a desk. Lifting one of her guns, she aimed it at the desk and fired ten rounds into it. "A little excessive but then so's the amount of money I've spent just trying to navigate the damn MENUS!"

Zaraki began his feast. The workers cried for mercy or to be left alone. He ignored tham as he grabbed them one after another. He swollowed the souls whole through the mouth of his mask, which opened an unimaginable wideth when he brought a soul to his lips.

"Come on stone drinks are on me and Z I will find some lawyers on the way for you to eat."

Gambler slowly takes off his headset. Looking around he sees his fellow workers being slauthered. just then the phone rings,

Costumer service............. Well sir, we dont handle that type of problem, but maybe your just to dumb for a computer? I hear you have to be at least 2 percent smarter then the object your trying to deal with.

last_Arrow says:

""Come on stone drinks are on me and Z I will find some lawyers on the way for you to eat.""

"I like those with corrupt souls, they're extra tasty!"

"Lawyers... mmm.... Crunchy," she said with a laugh as she put one arm around Arrow and the other around Z.

Put me on hold? No, I don't mind. Of course not. Excuse me while I line up my shot with the flame thrower

Tlieso enters the room & walks over to a technician.

"Here, it's for you." she said & hands him a phone. The man puts it to his ear hears a midi version of copa cabana playing & tries to pull it away. Realizing it is now stuck to his ear the man cries out in terror.

"That's right, you're stuck on hold & by the way you're paying $5.99 a minute for it." she said sweetly as she watched the blood drip from his ears.

Buckshot stands outside and watches the parade going on. Giant balloons, floats, and marching bands fill the streets as crowds hoot and holler. Buckshot feels something wet drop on his head and immediately takes out his umbrella as the rain starts to fall.

"Wrong forum."