The Gametrash Family: 3

It started off as a typical day on the Internet. Taylor had a day off,



which was literally spent contracting food poisoning and crying on the couch. We ignored him because no-one messes with a crying guy, that's a pussy. But, good things did happen. Paul got promoted:



Which basically means that right after work, everyone now throws matches at him to see if he lights up like a Russian Christmas tree. It basically goes like this:

Paul: "Guys, stop it, seriously, I didn't spill gas on me today."
Kirk: "DIE INFIDEL! BURN IN YOUR SAUDI OIL!"

So, everything went well. We'd still been getting e-mails, phone calls, and visits from the Zombie family, asking where their little brother went.



Speaking of which, we even built a little cemetary in the back for him, except we made sure not to make it too obvious. Damn nosy neighbors.






And then the s*** hit the fan.

First off, someone found out we hadn't been paying the bills. Not suprising, because 99.9% of all expendable funds in this joint went toward Video Games, Pornography, and bribing the mailman to s*** in the neighbor's mailbox. So basically, some big, white, unhappy looking van came. It even had the audacity to put a huge frowny-face on it. Uh oh.



HOLY SHIT IT's THE REPO MAN AND HE HAS A GUN THAT SUCKS UP OUR STUFF



Actually, we found out Mr. Repo Man was quite stupid. He just basically went and took our paintings, then stole our weight bench that we never used, then decided to walk around like Rambo-working-for-the-government for a while:





Oh, and you think that was the worst bit? I went Gay. I s*** you not, I went homosexual with Taylor. We jumped around for a while and actually hugged. This was a revelation to me. Not only did we just get our s*** stripped from our walls from Repo-Rambo, but now I'm gay.






So, I'm sitting there lamenting my homosexuality (as I actually added a girl FOR ME to the cast WHO NEVER ENDED UP COMING TO THE DOOR), when all of a sudden, bam.



I'M F***ING DEAD


No, I kid you not. I was taking a s***, and I DIED. No dilly dallying, no extra crap, I just keeled over and died. Not a d*** reason why.

Now, this makes me very suspicious. I was sitting in there with Paul (Okay, I'm gay, so I guess there's some reason for that. By this point, I was about to kill my character anyway for not going across the street and getting hot girl ass), and for NO reason I died. Just, for no reason. Dead. On the ground, in a little ball.

And I don't get to plea with the reaper, either. He just whisks me away like a little sonofabitch.

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Of course, Paul was crying and stuff, but still- NO. I AM GONE! I NEED A MEDKIT! MEDIC! HELP MY VIRTUAL SELF.









Dammit.
Kirk's Death Lamentation by Taylor
Laughing at Kirk's Death by Jamison