Hell-demon
04-12-05, 21:46
The sequal to last years Christmas story. Killzor the Warbot Santa is back and kicking ass.
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It was Christmas in Neocron, snow falling down heavily, Christmas trees raised up high and prostitutes in Pepper Park freezing their tits off. Yes it was a festive time but more so at the McChockum Child orphanage in Pepper Park. Amidst the neon lights and depravity this dilapidated orphanage was host to many unfortunate children. Christmas was the only thing the children had going for them. One forlorn child named Curtis looked out of the broken window onto the streets of Pepper Park.
“CURTIS HOW MANY TIMES HAVE TOLD YOU TO NOT LOOK AT THE SLUTS OUTSIDE?!” boomed Killzor in his deep metallic voice.
“Sowy mista Killzaw I just wanted to see the outside world” said Curtis glumly.
“YEAH AND THAT’S WHAT THOSE BITCHES THOUGHT NOW LOOK WHERE THEY ARE. NOW COME HELP DECORATE THE CHRISTMAS TREE”
“We have a Christmas tree?” said Curtis excitedly.
“WELL IT’S ACTUALLY A CHRISTMAS SHRUB BUT IT’S GOOD ENOUGH KID”.
Curtis and Killzor strolled into the main hall where the rest of the children were happily decorating the shrubbery with grenades and uranium shells. Under the shrubbery was a small worn out box, a mere present for the entire orphanage of ten or so orphans. The children saw Killzor and rushed at him. They clambered all over him giving him hugs and grappling on his head. They giggled and ran around safe in the knowledge they were being looked after by what they saw as a giant foul mouthed toy. A loud knock at the door halted their fun.
“OK KIDS ENOUGH SHITS AND GIGGLES IM GONNA GET THE DOOR AND WHEN I COME BACK I HOPE TO SEE THE SHRUBBERY ALL TWINKLY AND CRAP LIKE THAT”
Killzor marched down a crummy hall way to the front door, which Killzor then wrenched from its hinges. He was greeted by several suit clad business men. One of them stood out in particular, he had slicked back black hair, deep dark shades, an immaculate suit and a rather sinister grin.
“Ah Mr….Killzor” said the dark figure looking at his data cube.
“WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO KNOW?”
“My name is Frost, Demetrius Frost. I’m a real restate agent from Diamond Real Estate” he said with a grin.
“OH RIGHT. WHAT ARE YA SELLING? COZ IF YA SELLIN’ CRAP I’LL GET THE STUN GUN”.
“Oh no Mr. Killzor it’s not like that. We are here to give you your eviction notice” said Frost with his grin still present.
“WHAT! YOU CAN’T EVICT US. WHERE WOULD THESE KIDS GO? THEIR POOR. WE’RE POOR! WE USE GRENADES AS CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS!”
The orphanage shook as a grenade went off.
“YA SEE!”
“Look we could do with some labour in the Industrial Sector. So they will be fine toiling away in factories. Diamond has bought the property rights to this place and we’ll demolish it and build something worthwhile. Quite frankly this orphanage is a bit of a shit hole. This hallway doesn’t even have a roof”
“HEY THAT’S A GOOD THING IT MEANS IT’S NICE AND COOL IN HERE IN THE SUMMER…AND…WINTER. LOOK YOU FUCKER I’LL TAKE YOU AND YOUR GOONS ON. YOU’RE NOT TAKING THIS PLACE”
“This belongs to Diamond now. Unless you buy the property then it’s gone. But I digress unless you have one million credits to buy this property this place will be demolished in twenty days. Ironically just in time for Christmas day. Now enough with your futile threats we bid you good day” said Frost smiling.
Frost and his entourage soon left smug in the knowledge of owning new property. Killzor clenched his fists in rage. He didn’t have one million credits and he couldn’t go on a killing spree at the Diamond HQ due to the high security. Killzor retired to the main hall of the orphanage. The hall was silent. The children had over heard Killzor and Frost. Curtis approached Killzor, who was now lighting a cigar.
“Mista Killzaw is der gonna be no Chwistmus?” asked Curtis with big puppy dog eyes.
The rest of the children stared at Killzor with sad near tear expressions on their faces. Killzor looked around at the hall as he brandished his cigar. Part of him couldn’t really care but it was Christmas and his Santa program sub routine was active.
“LOOK KIDS WORKING IN A FACTORY ISN’T SO BAD. I MEAN YOU GET USED TO THE DEADLY CHEMICALS AND YOUR LIMBS GETTING TORN OFF” said Killzor trying to council the children.
But this wasn’t helping as some of the kids began to weep. Killzor sighed and then his Santa program kicked in even more. He waltzed over to his rusty locker in the corner of the hall. Ripped off the lock and open the locker. He then procured his rocket launcher and loaded several rockets into it.
“DON’T WORRY KIDS, SANTA IS COMING TO TOWN”
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It was Christmas in Neocron, snow falling down heavily, Christmas trees raised up high and prostitutes in Pepper Park freezing their tits off. Yes it was a festive time but more so at the McChockum Child orphanage in Pepper Park. Amidst the neon lights and depravity this dilapidated orphanage was host to many unfortunate children. Christmas was the only thing the children had going for them. One forlorn child named Curtis looked out of the broken window onto the streets of Pepper Park.
“CURTIS HOW MANY TIMES HAVE TOLD YOU TO NOT LOOK AT THE SLUTS OUTSIDE?!” boomed Killzor in his deep metallic voice.
“Sowy mista Killzaw I just wanted to see the outside world” said Curtis glumly.
“YEAH AND THAT’S WHAT THOSE BITCHES THOUGHT NOW LOOK WHERE THEY ARE. NOW COME HELP DECORATE THE CHRISTMAS TREE”
“We have a Christmas tree?” said Curtis excitedly.
“WELL IT’S ACTUALLY A CHRISTMAS SHRUB BUT IT’S GOOD ENOUGH KID”.
Curtis and Killzor strolled into the main hall where the rest of the children were happily decorating the shrubbery with grenades and uranium shells. Under the shrubbery was a small worn out box, a mere present for the entire orphanage of ten or so orphans. The children saw Killzor and rushed at him. They clambered all over him giving him hugs and grappling on his head. They giggled and ran around safe in the knowledge they were being looked after by what they saw as a giant foul mouthed toy. A loud knock at the door halted their fun.
“OK KIDS ENOUGH SHITS AND GIGGLES IM GONNA GET THE DOOR AND WHEN I COME BACK I HOPE TO SEE THE SHRUBBERY ALL TWINKLY AND CRAP LIKE THAT”
Killzor marched down a crummy hall way to the front door, which Killzor then wrenched from its hinges. He was greeted by several suit clad business men. One of them stood out in particular, he had slicked back black hair, deep dark shades, an immaculate suit and a rather sinister grin.
“Ah Mr….Killzor” said the dark figure looking at his data cube.
“WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO KNOW?”
“My name is Frost, Demetrius Frost. I’m a real restate agent from Diamond Real Estate” he said with a grin.
“OH RIGHT. WHAT ARE YA SELLING? COZ IF YA SELLIN’ CRAP I’LL GET THE STUN GUN”.
“Oh no Mr. Killzor it’s not like that. We are here to give you your eviction notice” said Frost with his grin still present.
“WHAT! YOU CAN’T EVICT US. WHERE WOULD THESE KIDS GO? THEIR POOR. WE’RE POOR! WE USE GRENADES AS CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS!”
The orphanage shook as a grenade went off.
“YA SEE!”
“Look we could do with some labour in the Industrial Sector. So they will be fine toiling away in factories. Diamond has bought the property rights to this place and we’ll demolish it and build something worthwhile. Quite frankly this orphanage is a bit of a shit hole. This hallway doesn’t even have a roof”
“HEY THAT’S A GOOD THING IT MEANS IT’S NICE AND COOL IN HERE IN THE SUMMER…AND…WINTER. LOOK YOU FUCKER I’LL TAKE YOU AND YOUR GOONS ON. YOU’RE NOT TAKING THIS PLACE”
“This belongs to Diamond now. Unless you buy the property then it’s gone. But I digress unless you have one million credits to buy this property this place will be demolished in twenty days. Ironically just in time for Christmas day. Now enough with your futile threats we bid you good day” said Frost smiling.
Frost and his entourage soon left smug in the knowledge of owning new property. Killzor clenched his fists in rage. He didn’t have one million credits and he couldn’t go on a killing spree at the Diamond HQ due to the high security. Killzor retired to the main hall of the orphanage. The hall was silent. The children had over heard Killzor and Frost. Curtis approached Killzor, who was now lighting a cigar.
“Mista Killzaw is der gonna be no Chwistmus?” asked Curtis with big puppy dog eyes.
The rest of the children stared at Killzor with sad near tear expressions on their faces. Killzor looked around at the hall as he brandished his cigar. Part of him couldn’t really care but it was Christmas and his Santa program sub routine was active.
“LOOK KIDS WORKING IN A FACTORY ISN’T SO BAD. I MEAN YOU GET USED TO THE DEADLY CHEMICALS AND YOUR LIMBS GETTING TORN OFF” said Killzor trying to council the children.
But this wasn’t helping as some of the kids began to weep. Killzor sighed and then his Santa program kicked in even more. He waltzed over to his rusty locker in the corner of the hall. Ripped off the lock and open the locker. He then procured his rocket launcher and loaded several rockets into it.
“DON’T WORRY KIDS, SANTA IS COMING TO TOWN”