Okay I'm new to this so I'll ask do the mods really give veiled hints in these sort of messages? Most of Z's quote is straight from the movie. The point that stands out is the smell of catfish. As Dawg points out we both mentioned that in previous posts. Coincidently though it was always in close proximity to the guy on the bike.
What the heck. Whatcha trying to do Z...lol
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Originally Posted by Chill View Post
Chill walks through town thinking what a strange place I've come to. His thoughts of todays activities are disrupted by some
cantankerous old fart flying by on a motorbike. The smell of catfish drifts through the air and he resumes his contemplations as the din of the bike fades in the distance.
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Originally Posted by dirtydawg10 View Post
Well Dawg gets up off the grass where he had passed out after a long night of partying in celebration that Evil Ash is dead. He wipes the implanted dirt and grass off his drool covered cheek and stares up at the smoldering corpse.
He decides to walk down main street to see what the other Townies are up to but no one seems to be out yet. He sees a shiny blue and gold motorcycle glistening in the morning sun and decides to check himself out in the fat chrome covered tail pipes. '****' Dawg says, 'I did a number on myself last night'. Upon further inspection of his torn and tattered clothing he realizes that what he thought to be dirt on the front of his white t-shirt was actually a tire tread mark. He looks a little closer and realizes the pattern matches the rear tire of the Harley in front of him. Not really knowing how this had transpired Dawg reached into his pocket, opened the knife and quickly jabbed it into the rear tire.
Just then
he could smell the odor of catfish intermingled with a hint of BO and wondered to himself 'What is that dreadful stench'. He turned and saw what he could only assume was the overweight bald headed owner of the bike he had just vandalized. In a raspy voice the man barked at Dawg and Dawg decided not to bark back this time. Dawg ran like the wind out of sight and was glad the man had no air in his rear tire, as that was the only way the man was going to catch him.
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Originally Posted by ZSandmann View Post
My name is Ash and I am a slave. As far as I can tell, the year is 1300 A.D and I'm being dragged to my death. It wasn't always like this, I had a normal life, once.
Hardware aisle twelve, shop smart, shop S-Mart!
I had a beautiful girlfriend named Linda. We decided to spend a weekend at an abandoned cabin in the woods. While there we found a book, Necronomiconexmortis, roughly translated, the Book of the Dead. Inked in human blood and bound in human flesh it was never meant for the world of the living. The book awoke something in the woods,
something evil (that smelled like catfish).
It took Linda. Then it came after me, it got into my hand and it went bad, so I lopped it off at the wrist (So I blew its head off with a shotgun).
But that didn't stop it, it came back for more...
[A little less than 24 hours, emails anytime.]
