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  • Killing Floor is a cooperative first-person shooter video game developed and published by Tripwire Interactive. It was first released on May 14, 2009, for Microsoft Windows, and subsequently ported to the Apple Mac OS X platform, with a release on May 5, 2010.
  • "Killing Floor" is a song by American blues singer-songwriter and guitarist Howlin' Wolf, featured on his 1966 album The Real Folk Blues.
  • "Killing Floor" was the first and only single released to promote Bruce Dickinson's fifth solo studio album, The Chemical Wedding. It was released on 1998. The single failed to chart as it was only released in Japan.
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Damu vs a Yuan-Ti Priestess
Damu vs a Yuan-Ti Priestess
The tales of Leo Wayfarer and Damu the Kenku assassin, as told by Leo Wayfarer to his Nephew Leto Wayfarer: # 32 (of 33) The killing of the "Dragon-Lady". When Damu told me that his clan had a job for us up north in the pirate city of Bayport I knew we were up for some dirty work. When they gave us a chest of potions up front I knew we were fucked. I was already in deep with the Kenku and there was no refusing their offers at this point. I remember sitting on my porch drinking in my chair on a gray rainy summer day. Dirty poor kids from the neighborhood were chasing some sorry ass mongrel man up the street with sticks when Damu showed up with the potion chest and a bag of diamonds. "We have to go up to Bayport to kill some gangster called the Dragon-Lady", he said as her tossed the sack of jewels to me. Shit always rolls down hill, and it always had a funny way of rolling down on top of me. Somebody somewhere fucked up and it always was up to him and I to clean it up. Oh well, whoever this "Dragon-Lady" was I'm sure she was a cunt anyway. We caught a ride up to Bayport with a caravan belonging to a semi-shady fat, effeminate Halfling merchant named Kyle Oberton. People around Scardale called him leg-rub Oberton as he liked to pay street urchin boys to rub his inner thigh as he jerked off. Either way it was a quick ride on short notice. After our third day on the road I pulled Damu aside and asked him details on the job. "This 'Dragon-Lady' isn't a dragon, but no one knows what she is really. Some say she's part dragon, but some are thinking she's part demon. Either way she's got magic, and she lives in a guarded villa. Not only do we have to kill her, we also have to kill anyone who looks like her, and we have to burn the bodies. The rulers of Bayport won't bother us if we are discreet. This is a clean up effort", Damu told me. So like usual we were to sneak into a lethal situation not knowing even half of the whole story, and kill people we never met. This job was my second to last job before retiring from mercenary work. I had kept telling myself for years that after a few more successful missions that I wouldn't blow all the money I made on hookers and taverns, and that I'd retire before my luck ran out. I'd did that shit for 10 years after serving in the Regentum army from when I was 15 until I was mostly 21. ..[if !supportEmptyParas]-->At the city gates of Bayport Damu and I quickly split from that fat faggot Halfling. The walls around Bayport are huge, towering solid grey slanted walls that are stained with blood and scarred with wear from repelling marauding hoards over the years. By the gates I saw a skinny bitter old man stabbing a goblin with a spear that was locked inside a gibbet. The sorry little bastard was missing a hand and was all bruised and cut up. Huge half-Ogre guards in flat black spiked armor leaning on massive well-worn swords stood at either sides of the cities gate as a few shabby human solders asked everybody as to what their business in Bayport was. Factories spewed black and yellow smoke in the distance, and the first thing that hit me was the intense, pervasive stench of piss. In Regentum our cities have their ghettos, but Bayport itself is a ghetto. Skinny and tore up opium addicted human whores openly sucked off Orc marauders, while I saw a Gnome playing a out of tune mandolin on the shoulders of a Bugbear who was in a squad of thugs of mixed goblinoid races. Whores of every age and race sold themselves to the killers and thieves they shared their city with. Pirates looked at us two with eager eyes, hoping maybe to capture us and sell us to a ship. Everywhere I saw cripples and lepers begging in the streets and massive throngs of the worst examples of all races crammed in together around tightly packed and haphazardly build shacks made from scraps and tents. Bayport is a grim and vile place. I wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible, so we skipped getting a room and headed straight for the villa. The villa itself it turned out to be the size of a small castle and loomed far above everything around it, so we could not get into it from an adjacent rooftop, which is Damu's favorite way to get into a place. The villa was guarded by Hobgoblin and human troops, and some of the Hobgoblins rode on giant malformed boars. Damu snuck around the place and said their was no obvious way in or out of the building besides the front door, or through windows not too far from the roof. I didn't want to wait to be clever and con my way in through the front. I just wanted to be back on my porch drinking. Damu broke out his set of climbing claws and a chunk of charcoal to blacken our weapons so they wouldn't gleam if we had them drawn. As he quickly, silently, and smoothly climbed up the walls of the villa in a zigzag path between shadows and vines, I downed a bunch of potions that the other Kenku gave us. One potion was for
Hunter/Fan Story
Hunter/Fan Story
THIS IS NOT MINE! This picture belongs to the Left 4 Dead website-I did not take the photo. Well I enjoyed Left 4 Dead so much that I created a little fan fiction for it. I couln't find a way to directly upload the document itself so this is the best I can do. If anyone knows of a way to do this please let me know. Anyway here it is- No 1 Left Written By Jackal Based off the video game Left 4 Dead I was like you once. I had friends, a wife, two kids, Billy and Mike. Yes, I was like you once but now, everyone is dead. Two weeks ago a virus swept through the Earth. No one knows exactly what caused it. Is it a plague brought from the heavens, or a government experiment gone horribly wrong? I don’t know nor do I care. All I care about is that around every corner someone I used to know wants to kill me and play jump rope with my intestines. For some reason I was left alive. My family, friends, coworkers were all taken by it but I was immune. With my family gone I didn’t want to live. I had to throttle little Billy with my bare hands while he was clawing at my eyes. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was ready to commit suicide when something made me stop. I saw one measly daisy poking through a crack in the sidewalk. Then I realized that there was hope. Not everything in the world was dead. I don’t know if there is any others left but if there are, I’ll find them. 15 days after first infection Today I killed 314 undead. I also saw a helicopter. It said that any survivors could meet at Mercy Hospital to be rescued. I ran as fast as I could. I killed only when I needed to which surprisingly wasn’t very often. There were many dead humans though, almost like someone had been there ahead of me. Hope flowed through me like a waterfall. I yearned to see the faces of real people. I made my way quickly to the roof of the hospital where I found a radio that would have saved my life. But I called into the microphone and all I heard was silence-dead silence. Then, a loud sound that sounded like nails on a chalkboard shrieked from the radio. It stopped and for a moment there was an eerie silence. Then came the moans and screams of hundreds of zombies that resonated through the streets below me. There was a small pile of ammo next to the radio and a locker with pistols and an array of other guns. I previously had only a pistol but I grabbed a second one and a shotgun then readied myself for the worst. And it came. The door was pounded on viciously and the windows were shattered. Hordes of them came streaming through and I began to fight for my life. I pushed them and shot at them till my strength was gone. It was like a spider shoved into a colony of ants. On its own the spider is very dangerous but against all the ants, it doesn’t stand a chance. I felt a clammy hand strike down hard on my head and I sunk to the blood-soaked floor. It was then I heard a garbled voice from the radio call “Is anyone there?” I tried to call out but I didn’t have the strength to speak as I watched the world go black around me. I woke up a few hours later. At least, I think it was a few hours. I didn’t have a watch so it was impossible to tell. I lay there on the cold, damp floor for a moment then I sprang up when I remembered where I was. I was lying in a pool of blood and there were stains on the walls where zombies had died. There was one zombie that was blown in half but not dead. Its kidney had gotten caught on a table leg when it was trying to crawl towards me. It pulled feverishly but couldn’t get itself free. I stood up and it started pulling harder than before driven by his hunger. I walked over to it and looked at it for a moment. This thing would show no mercy to me if it freed itself so why should I show any to it. I stepped on the table it was caught on to make its suffering worse. Blood oozed from the now ruptured kidney like a faucet. It roared in inhuman pain. I didn’t want to spend any more time here so I took my shotgun and blew its head into dead chunks. I heard a voice say on the radio “Is anyone there? Repeat, is anyone there?” I stared at the radio for a moment then answered “Yeah. I’m here.” “Oh thank god! We thought you were dead.” That snapped me back to reality. I looked all over my body but there were no major bites or bruises. ”How did I survive?” I whispered to myself. “Hello, are you there?” “What? Oh yeah, I’m here.” “We’re sending a chopper to get you. It should be there in 10 minutes.” “I’ll be waiting.” I said absently. 17 Days after infection Today I killed 0 undead. But more importantly I learned what I really am-One of them. I am what they call a hunter to be more precise. It goes like this- I went to see a doctor in the colony to ask him why I survived. I waited in a bleached white room with many whirring and beeping instruments. The doctor that eventually came to see me was Dr. McManan. He was a tall skinny man that looked like he needed to eat more. But he was nice enough to see me so I decided to

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