Calvin Ball

[ballisticwaffles]

The heavens opened up with song. Cheribem and seraphem flew from the heavens proclaming all the same thing.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

The hole in the sky was ripped open, a hole in the hole, as Legions of blond women in lack leotards flew, belching out bad dancing and even worse music. They stuck the angels with s appy music, then decapetaded them with some other pun that hasnt graced my attention.

one uch harpy looked at the fighting hero, and heroine just in case because this narrator forgot to check,and screeched, subtitles providing a clear and accurate translation.

"Never will Going to have to let go you off!" im sorry, the translator killed himself rather than be apart of this, so here is the actuall translation

"NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!" thearpy from 5 lines ago screeched as she dive bombed the hero ,and just in case heroine, with her stool. THen she threw poop at them.

[CrypticQuery]

"I've only heard of this happening one other time...and now the star of Solar is permanently on fire," Zeke thought to himself as he looked up toward the space-time-continuum rift. Then, the soundwaves hit. It was like nails on four-thousand chalkboards, screeching tires, jackhammers, and jet-engines all rolled up and amplified tenfold! Clutching his head to put off the massive ear-rape, he ran back toward the remnants of the once proud squad-car, and pulled noise-canceling ear protection out of the trunk. Though this did little to combat the monstrosity that some called music, it was enough to allow him to focus. Drawing his sidearm, he fired several shots toward the invaders while taking cover behind a small embankment in the roadside.

[Arashikage]

Kage began to get into the groove, this song was actually an enjoyable tune to him, then he looked up, "Blond... With BLACK LEOTARDS!!!??" He cried, "THAT'S A FASHION DISASTER GOING ON!" He yelled, taking out his TAR 21 and firing at the harpies, in hopes to knock one out of the sky, so he can take the can of Spam she was bound to have tucked away somewhere and hang it on his mantle.

[Sluggsnipa]

"SWEET JESUS,FUCK!!!"

Sluggsnipa yelled as he dodged multiple flying projectiles,he ran toward the nearest building.

[LoneWolf]

(Stephen's a new OC of mine, vulpine, white fur with black accents on tips of ears, tail, and various other designs throughout. Lean build.)

Stephen tweaked the EQ knobs on the soundboard, sliding FX inbetween songs (link, helps you enjoy it). The lights strobed and swept the crowd. The volume was extremely loud, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. The room was a blur of movement.

Suddenly the lights all raised towards the ceiling and started strobing. The speakers popped, the music stopped, and sparks flew. People in the crowd screamed with glee, assuming it was some part of the show. Stephen furiously worked the soundboard and lightboard, trying to get everything back under control. Then a hologram appeared over the heads of the crowd members, and the music started again...

"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down..."

The eyes of the crowd members glazed over. Stephen had headphones on, and he quickly unplugged them and quickly switched to an iPod. The crowd was being brainwashed! Stephen reached for the Bushmaster ACR he kept with him at all times, just in case there was a sudden zombie apocalypse like this.

[Guest Mr. Nintendo]

Getting the feeling that his cardboard box was a successful prop to hide in, Mr. N got out of it and breaked inside the diner where nobody was inside. But after setting his feet on the floor, the alarm went off so loud and lights started to turn on brightly to expose the ninja himself. Now he is in danger and must run away before someone sees him. He got back out of the diner and hid in his box again, then slowly crawled away from the place and near the barbershop.

[ThePointingMan]

(DEAD I made him long ago, I'm sure he's somewhere in the vast amount of topics in the character creation thread BAM Found it )

Amongst the crowd of brainwash victims was DEAD. He had just washed his brain and saw no harm in giving it another rinse, so he sat and watched the silly looking hologram dance. However, one with such a short attention span can only watch a hologram dance for so long before he lights a building on fire... and so he did. Pulling out his toaster from his mighty backpack and using a slice of bread as a fuse, he proceeded to light the building on fire. Now, DEAD's toaster just happens to be high tech enough to have a dual toast wielding capability, so along with his fuse he made a secondary slice for the DJ. On his way DEAD completely forgot the building was about to burst into flames, and noted the DJ's headphones where plugged into the wrong device, why should they be in his Ipod if he is supplying music for an audience of musically starving fans, he should be listening to make sure everything sounds superb. This bothering DEAD, he dropped the toast and attempted to unplug and plug the headphones into the proper socket, but the DJ was weary of a zombified crowd and steadied his Bushmaster ARC. Forgetting he had dropped the toast, DEAD held his hand out to give the DJ the toast as a peace offering... it wasn't very effective.

[LoneWolf]

A vulpine approached Stephen. He set his feet slightly apart, training the rifle on it's head. The rest of the crowd was coming toward him, fast. The vulpine offered him a piece of toast. Confused, Stephen rammed the end of the rifle into the vulpine's head and grabbed him, slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Stephen jumped up on the soundboard, crouching down to pick up his laptop and several other devices, shoving them into a pack. Then zombies started to flood up the stairs to the DJ console. Stephen selected single fire, and unloaded one bullet into each.

Extreme zombie crowd surfing time.

[Fira-Astrali]

(Alright guys, I know I said I was going to give leeway because it was really quiet, but I think its just time. locked for inactivity)