JaketheBrony00

Well i don't know....i really don't know what to talk about really but anyways,i did get my ps3 fixed which is good and i bought some cod map packs so i guess i can't complain.i will post another part to my story i'am just trying to gather ideas so just be patient to anyone who actually reads it....i'am trying hard one it and there will be many more parts to come.so just brony on./)(\

What a skeletal wreck of a man this is,translucent flesh and feeble bones. This is the kind of place where the demented try to tempt holistic,horrific tones. Running rampant,free,and alone.along with free thought,free form,and free clear. and the matters at hand are shelled out with rifles. Fore they stand,stareing deeply at the sun waiting for there time to come,waiting. For the forgiveness that will never be set upon. For the hope they still deeply believe in that is still forever gone,the believer,the forgotten soul of which is in never-ending pain. Now you ask yourself what happens when hell is full? keep on sinning and dying thro

I then reloaded the bolt-action rifle and aimed out the shattered window.I popped the heads off of some of the zombies stumbling towards us,as i had to reload i saw voodoo fighting with a zombie,I then tossed her a frag grenade she pull her 44.magnum on the zombie and blew a hole in its chest cavity.She took the grenade and shoved it down the zombies chest and kicked him out the window,the zombie stood back up and roared then the frag exploded blowing chunks of flesh all over voodoo and the outside of the building as well. "son of a bitch.",voodoo said while trying not to puke. "I think i should go wash this flesh and blood off of my clothe