After The Fallout - Chapter 19 now up 4/10/07

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DecoraChroi:
Mule, awesome visual effects and your story is pure brilliance. Keep it up! ;)

The Mule:


 
    Suddenly the
      door flew open and a large wild - looking man strode in. He looked
      battle-worn and weary, but it was obvious he wasn't a hostile. He gave me
      the once over as he strode up to Smitty. Seeing that he'd already had his
      weapon drawn, I decided that yielding audience with Smitty would be a
      better course of action than getting into a testosterone-fest with the
      man. I stepped aside.
     
      Lothar: Bad news Smitty...the mutants have destroyed major
      sections of the subways and sewers, and their aboveground attacks are
      succeeding. They're methodically taking the island from the south, block
      by block. 
   
 
 
    He leaned in closer to Smitty
      and lowered his voice. 
     
      Lothar: And who are these folk? They look...rugged. And smell
      like trouble.
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: The are friends, Lothar. No need to worry. And they're
      now apparently homeless, having just trekked in ahead of the southern
      mutant attacks. They can be valuable to us here.
 
 
   
      Deadeye: Come on Two-Lou...just one kiss. Plant one right
      here....
   
 
 
    Lothar began to wave his arms
      and chant, as if reciting an incantation, or prayer of some sort. 
     
 
 
    Lothar: Nam byong - ingee
      chong, nam byong - ingee chong
     
      Lothar: Behold the Great White Bear in the summit of the sky.
      Art thou able to house these strangers? Art thou able to provide them with
      food and shelter? Shall their strength be added to ours? Will they
      shed their own blood in battle to protect us from miscreants?
 
 
   
      Lothar: The Great White Bear doesn't reply Smitty! What are we
      to do? I wash my hands of this decision!
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: (thinking to himself) He does that every time. When's he
      going to realize that he's not some kind of prophet??
   
 
 
   
      Two-Lou: If you think I'm going to kiss you, you're mad! I'd
      just as soon kiss a mule!
   
 
 
   
      Deadeye: Aw c'mon Two-Lou! We've known each other for how long
      now? Zargon is too old for you! He's not interested! When are you going to
      get that through your head?
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: Don't go into that "I wash my hands" schpiel
      again Lothar. You and I both know we that we need every capable warrior we
      can get. They're going to stay here. And that's final. 
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: And if you give me any trouble on this at
      council...I'm going to take that sword, shove it up your butt, turn you
      inside-out and make a Popsicle out of you. Comprende?
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: Now....I'd like you to meet our new friends. Zargon,
      Sawbones, Deadeye, and Two-Lou. This is Lothar everyone. He's very pleased
      to meet you all....
   
 
 
   
      Deadeye: Can't you see we belong together? Just gimme a chance,
      Two-Lou...
   
 
 
   
      Deadeye: Can't you see I love you?
      Two-Lou: Oh, Deadeye...I'm sorry but....
 
 
   
      Deadeye: NA NA NA NANA...I don't want to hear this!!!
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: So,  Zargon, your friends would like to get
      themselves some better clothes, get cleaned up. We should have a feast to
      celebrate, no?
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: And you, my friend, are in need of more ammo, correct?
      That's a slight problem. It seems we've been having some trouble getting
      black-powder in from the mainland. Bandits raiding the incoming supplies.
      I could use someone capable to check that situation out.
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: A scouting mission per se. Not a SWAT team. Know of
      anyone who can fill that dance card? 
   
 
 
   
      Zargon: I can check it out if you'd like. Give you the logistics
      of the situation.
   
 
 
   
      Zargon: Maybe even behave diplomatically! Forging an alliance
      with the bandits would help all of us more than killing them would.
      Strength in numbers!
   
 
 
   
      Zargon: I should probably go alone, leave the others here. What
      do you think?
   
 
 
   
      Lothar: Greeting m'Lady....I am Lothar, High Prophet of the
      Great White Bear. I've been sent omens of your arrival. Prophesy tells of
      the beautiful woman who needs new clothes, sent to us to mate with the
      Prophet, bearing our people great warriors. 
   
 
 
   
      Two-Lou: Oh...I see...Sorry...I don't do guys with green beards
      wearing silly hats. What was that about new clothes though? These ones are
      really not helping the oozing sores. 
   
 
 
   
      Two-Lou: And maybe you should drop your eyes a little lower than
      my chest. That tingling your feeling? That's my knife blade....
   
 
 
   
   
 
 
    Lothar: My apologies
      m'Lady. I shall now take you forth to a place wear you may obtain clothing
      more suitable to a woman of your talents and nature.
      Two-Lou: That's what I though you'd say...See? We're not that
      difficult to get along with now, are we?
   
 
 
   
      Smitty: Great idea Zargon! Wish I'd thought of that. You're a
      genius! I'm so happy to have you guys here.
   
 
 
    Lothar created by Wintermuteai1
      at  http://www.modthesims2.com/showthread.php?t=111403
 

ancienthighway:
Great update Mule.  
**aside to Lothar **  If you ever run across this girl named Darlyn, run the other way.  You wouldn't like her when she gets mad.

The Mule:
lol...thanks for reading Ancient!

Buffy:
excellent!!!!! your eye for detail is amazing....

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