Difference between revisions of "Geno 'Bloody Sunday' A 24hr Massacre Special"

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Mature Warning Explicit content, horror, Gore, Sexual Themes, Extreme Violence.

Pissed of western Narrator rambles as service play out in the background:

"It was a normal Sunday in Cayote West, population 3665. Church was in session as usually. A woman with a very annoying voice sang out loud. She couldn't sing, I don't know who tricked her to believing she had a nice voice but she believed it. The pastor in his white robe began ranting and raving about donations never being enough and some other nonsense. I couldn't understand what he was saying. It all sounded like mumble bullshit and blurs. You can tell that it was hit by his put stains and the sweat dripping off is bald head. Some of the women now had a reason to let their cleavages exposed. Fanning themselves with their stupid sideways hat like out of touch royalty. A sickening rat race of sheep following misguided rituals of decades ago. How are they any better than the common sorcerers I asked. A demon sat cathedral fly as a pimp posing as a man. He had been there since it all began. Listening, waiting, his eyes suddenly crossed with relief. Sitting right there in dead center of the church pleasuring himself in open veiw. For what was about to begin gave him a turn on. No one noticed, the men was too busy watching the chior girls behind shake in ritual garment while they danced and sing and praised him glory.

If it was up to me I'd tear down all the churches and build community centers. Just to see how many of those people would volunteer every Sunday to do some work out of the goodness of their heart. 24hrs of dancing and singing to invisible men is nothing compared to 1 hour of actually doing something physical to help people that actually exist. But the fact is they wouldn't. Instead we are treated to dress up all fancy in their Sunday best just to talk and sweat. Then come out feeling like what they do is making a change of the betterment of humanity. Fact is, I don't need a god to tell me not to kill when he has the highest kill count since Eden. I don't need a god to tell me not to abuse it's basic common knowledge even a monkey should know. But that's what we are worst than monkeys, sheep, if one dog barks all of us run in the same direction."

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They called a pregnant woman up on the pulpit to congratulate her. Her water broke. She went into shock blood ran down her legs. Cayote West, 12PM population 3666. The pimp demon then stood up and shot her right in the belly with a silver revolver. She died on the pulpit. A few seconds after the baby started levitating with the umbilical still attached. It was a demon. Two voices spoke from the babies mouth and the undead mother. Their faces transformed to represent evil thier bodies darkened. They screeching sounds of death metal flewout from their mouths. A portal from hell opened up in the basement of the church. Demons started rushing out. The pastor was the first one out of the door locking it behind him with all the church goers still inside. As he rand down the stairs he ran for about hundred metres till his headless body fell to the ground. He didn't even recognize he was dead. A giant bird unto of the churches door had pecked his head clean off. It swallowed crushing the head with a blinking eye. Back inside the church the demons had their way. An elderly lady suddenly stood up. Her bottom and Booba as equivalent in lenght to her height. "Not afraid of you." She said to the demon. She was old but not that old. Her bottom and Booba as equivalent in lenght to her height. Suddenly she they started growing till they explode. Covered in blood the demon said, "I don't need fear you all die just the same." Everyone started screaming. After massacring the people they let their selves out the room and reeked havoc on the small town.

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We see Kimbra clinging to the side of a hovering grav bike at barreling speed. But she is not alone Chastity sits on the back with her rifle cocked. Meredith's dragon, Zedox, flies low and Meredith jumps on the bike take steering. Chastity grabs unto Zedux's scales a climbs on it's back. The dragon whimpers. "Oh please. I'm not that heavy," Chastity groans. Dust trails rises in the distance. Zedox ascends with Chastity to allow for air cover. The demons stop feasting to look on to the approaching dust trail. "Geomagnetic radiation suggest a hell gate opening 200 metres in closing.", Kimbra shouts over the engine noise into her earpiece. "Yes we got demon, big ones", Chastity confirms. "But we have a Dragon." Meredith says.

When they reach close you'd crash the bike into the first demon they see. Meredith sprouts her wings then holds Kimbra. Kimbra uses her phasing teleportation to quietly phase through a wall unnoticed while a pile of demons who were running to swarm the bike explode. The bike was laced with C4.