Yup, running out of hilarious titles, so I'll be titling my blogs like this more often, until something erotic comes up in my head.
First game, next week! Y'all better wish me some luck!!!
I got another chance to log onto Nicktropolis yet again and graced it with my immortal presence. Got virtually stoned and pretended to be a pirate searching for his booty(butt) again! That place never gets old for me.
I've been absent from the forums for quite some time, and I've gotta say that I'll grace it with my presence from time to time, but that is all!
Very short blog tonight, cause I'm hella tired. In anticipation for the upcoming return of "Fred Rising" I've decided to do y'all a favor and repost the first chapter, so your knowledge of "Fred Rising" will be set. So, here is a special encore presentation of "Fred Rising: Chapter One" Well, I'll catch y'all booms and boomettes on the flipside! This is Pablo_808, saying his signature phrase, signing off.
Copyright 2008
Fred Rising: A Dead Rising Parody is brought to you by Turn-On. Apply directly where it horns.
This chapter takes place between 11:27 a.m. to 12:00 p.m.
Population: Jack Sh*t!
September 19; 11:27 a.m.
We meet our hero taking a ride in a helicopter, taking shots of the scenery faster than a papparazzi on the prowl for Britney Spears' next trip to a Starbucks. His pilot, named Ed, who will leave Fred's ass to die at the hands of zombies, cultists and special ops forces says, "Say buddy. You mentioned something about research for a story."
"That's right. I got a tip that something big is happening. Even if that something causes to me to deal with the undead, guys in rain coats, special ops unit who will do anything in their to power to gun me down and strip me of my clothes for their little reindeer games."
Ah cruel irony.
"In a nowhere little town like that? They sure didn' mentioned anything about it on TV."
Fred took offense to this and said, "Well I'm freelance, pal. TV's are for morons who don't have actual lives."
"Like you?" said Ed.
"Exactly. I use every resource possible to get the mosy obscure, unknown and potentially dangerous situation for a scoop."
"Haha. Look's like you'll sell your soul for a scoop."
"Who says I haven't." Ed would've burst out laughing if he hadn't seen the serious look in Fred's face. To think Ed would've figure something wasn't quite right with Fred. I mean, who would volunteer to investigate a mall infested with zombies, seriously?
"Here she is! Williamette, Colorado. Population: 53,594. Distiinguishing characteristics, jack **** Hahahahaha! About the only thing to do in this town is kill time at the shopping mall. Which is kinda weird since I've never been here before."
Fred uses his camera to zoom on a couple of soldiers by a barricade. "What was that the army?" asked a very curious and clueless Ed.
"No, it was your mom." Fred said sarcastically.
"Really?" Ed asked gullibly.
"Yeah, she's down there carrying a gun because of what I did to her last night. It only took me two cocks for her to blow."
"Really?"
"Looks like taking a helicopter was the best way to go. I bet they've got all the roads blocked off by now." Frank said observantly.
"Really?" Ed asked.
"Yes, really! It only makes sense if they did."
Well lets stop the story right here for a sec. Wouldn't this be a sign of something bad happening? Wouldn't you take a hint and turn back right now! Well, back tp the story.
"Alright, listen. I want to get shots of the whole town before the National Guard finishes roping it off. Take me over the main street."
The helicopter flies over a person who is fighting for his life on top of a car defending himself from the zombies. Fred thought now would be a good time to get some DRAMATIC shots, so instead of trying to save the guy, he just flew a few distances away and started snapping some pics.
"Whoa, is that some sort of riot?" Ed asked rather idiotically.
The zombies soon become too much for the man to handle and started feasting on him.
"Is this what you came to take pictures of?" Fred just got some major BRUTALITY PP's from his pics and nods in approval.
"I have no idea, but one thing's for sure. Whatever's going on down there...it's not business as usual in this town" Fred clutched his camera tightly. This was defintely the scoop of the century for him. The money comes to mind and he starts to picture himself bathing in his own money. Wow, this guy is a selfish bastard.
"Whoa!" Ed cried out as the zombies numbers started to rise the more they enter town. To think he would've said that when we first seen that guy being eaten on top his car.
A gas station suddenly exploded in a fiery inferno. Being the death-loving guy he is, Fred was quick to get some more BUTALITY pics to continue gaining PP.
"Ugh holy **** did you see that?!"
"No **** Captain Obvious. That blast was right in front of my badly molded 3D-face."
"I'm gonna take her up for a second." Ed said very freakish-out like.
"No take us down! We have to reach that building so I can take some shots of other people's agonizing deaths while I do nothing to help out in the least."
Who can argue with a reason like that? So, Captain Obvious did the obvious and asked, "Where?"
"Right below us. You know downwards." Fred had the urge to say something bad towards Ed, but he refrained himself from doing so.
They soon come across a woman who has been cornered on top of a building by a gang of zombies. She starts shooting at them like crazy, but we all know how bad woman's aiming are. She runs out of bullets and throws her gun at one of the surrounding zombies.
"Should we help her?" Ed asked.
"No way this will get me plenty of DRAMATIC and BRUTALITY pics." Frank started to snap away. One of the zombies rams into the woman and they both go plmmuting to their deaths. That pic was over a hundred PP. After all these pics he's took, to think he'd level up by now.
"I want to see the center of town." Frank commanded like a little girl demanding to get some cotton candy. It seems this violence wasn't enough to satisfy Fred's sick hunger. He wanted a piece of the action for once. "Take me there."
"Roger."
"It's Fred."
"Really? I thought it was Frank."
Fred was taking photos like a papparazzi snapping some Britney Spears pics. It appears he has finally gone up one level. He spots the mall up ahead. "Hey, can you take me to that mall?"
"Why on earth would I do that?!"
"Because just imagine the BRUTALITY and HORROR lies inside that mall. I can imagine myself fighting off a clown, a dad and his two sons, an obese lesbian cop, three escaped convicts, a cult leader, an immigrant and most importantly......... an asian butcher."
"You say the darndest things." Ed inquired.
"Alright, listen. Don't forget to come back for me."
"Do you think I'm gay or something?"
"No, I just want you to come back fro me."
"Well, you only paid for a heli tour for this one day, so no."
"Man, you're such an **** Fred fired back.
"As long as you ain't dead, Frank."
"I told you. It's Fred. Fred Diggerson, remember it, cause soon the entire world is gonna remember it in a couple of days."
"I'm sorry what was that?"
A military chopper suddenly intercepts Fred's copter. Ed tries to get out of the way, but it causes Fred's briefcase to fly out of the copter and to the zombies down below.
"No, my playgirl magazines!" Fred shouted out.
Ed looked on very WTF-ish.
"I mean, my weapons..."
Ed focused back towards the sky. "Get us back to that rooftop!"
"I know I'm gonna get my flawless butt chewed out for this one, which kinda spoils what might happen to me at the end of this entire parody." The helicopter descends and Fred jumps. Now he thinks he's James Bond. What's next, Fred? Megaman?!
"WOOOO!!!" Fred shouted as he lands flat on his face and is instantly silenced from the fall. I guess this explains his weird looking nose. He gets up to his feet and sees a Hispanic looking man leaning against a wall by the door. Fred paces towards him only to.......end the chapter.
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