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Topic Started: Jan 8 2011, 02:35 PM (1,244 Views)
Greg The Anti-Viking
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((Timothy Skula continued from Searching For Clues))

"Where the hell did that damn pole get off too?"

Timothy was now officially worried. Once again, Mike had gotten away from him in his mad dash to go to...whereever the fuck he was going. He didn't stop to wait for him. He had just babbled on and on about a boat. Where would this boat be? He just talked on and on about a boat.

And once again, Timothy was fucking lost and he was getting tired of it. He tried to guess where it was that Mike had gone but the map he was given could have easily been written in gibberish for all he could read.

Still, he wasn't totally stupid. He knew where boats would be if there actually were boats. They would be near the coastline or in the ocean. He just had to follow the sound of waves, while trying his best to ignore gunfire and announcements.

His feet eventually led him to a beach. Timothy scanned around for several minutes, but there was no boat to be found. More importantly though. No Mike either.

"Oi! Mike!" he called out, "Where the hell are you ya asshole!"

His breath was starting to waver at the end, the waves overpowering his yells. He reached into his bag and found that he was down to his last chunk of bread. He had eaten so much of it and still he was hungry! His hands shook as he brought it closer to his mouth. When he stressed, Timothy ate, altough it was never bread that he leapt towards.

He devoured the remains of the loaf and found himself staring at the ocean. It was so vast, there was no way he could swim off of the island to safety. That dumbass Danya probably stopped that idea real quick anyways. As for a boat? That damn Pole probably halucinated the whole thing in an attempt to keep sane.

"Now what!" he shouted out to the sea, "Now what the hell do you want me to do! If you fucking gave me an innertube I'd float to safety! Any time now! C'mon!"
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Greg The Anti-Viking
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On the left is a mod, on the right is a pre-made psycho...get the picture?
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"Seriously though, what do want me to do? Do you think I'm fucking Bruce Lee? Come the fuck o-"

Timothy heard a loud bang, and a sudden pain lanced through his gut. Time had seemed to slow down now for the fat teenager. He placed his hand where the pain was and felt something slimy there. He didn't feel it but he was starting to fall forwards. He squinted his eyes in thought trying to process what had happened.

Had...he been shot?

He didn't scream or cry, instead Timothy let out a low grunt. If he had been shot it hurt like a bitch. He tried to turn around and yell at the idiot that just shot him, but he couldn't move.

The world was starting to spin now and Timothy found himself staring at the beach floor. There was a large rock on this floor. It was getting larger and larger. A panic started to take hold of him when he realized what was happening. The rock kept coming closer though and there was nothing Timothy could do.

Holy crap I'm gon-

Timothy hit the rock. And the world went black...

B017 Timothy Skula: Deceased
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