Tag: Flamethrower

The Voodoo Queen’s dying screams finally subsided, and as they did, Ryan felt his mind clear, as if freed from the oppressive presence of a foreign consciousness. That was strange, he thought, because if the Queen had been controlling his thoughts, and he had just killed her… “That was some pretty good aim, dog,” Devonte…

THE STORY SO FAR: Ryan Anderson, guided by some malicious inner voice, builds an arm-mounted flamethrower with which he incinerates all of his teammates. Returning back to his apartment, he sees a name stamped on the device. The Smoothie King is the one who has taken control of his mind! Simultaneously, Ryan is cornered by…

Ryan Anderson, Devonte, and several of his gang members rode in Devonte’s beat-up car towards the Smoothie King Center, home of the Smoothie King himself. Turning the flamethrower over and over in his hands, Ryan was lost in thought. How did he know that the Smoothie King wasn’t controlling his own thoughts right at this…

Ryan Anderson looked with concern at the large amount of weaponry presented to him. “Oh, uh, I didn’t really expect all this, you know. Maybe I was just going to have a talk with the guy.” “Just talk with the Smoothie King? Don’t make me laugh.” The extremely fat black man, who had revealed himself…

Ryan Anderson considered New Orleans his second home. It wasn’t as good as California, the ladies, perhaps, not as voluptuous, but very nice nonetheless. There was just something about the vibe, the culture, that made him feel as if he was stranded in an exotic land of poboys and jazzbos. He looked up at the…

He jumped. Twelve floors was a long way to fall. Ryan Anderson cursed is hastiness. He was, after all, the one with the arm-mounted flamethrower. Incinerating a few cops in his condo would have fewer consequences than if this went wrong. He hoped his intuitions were right. He pointed the flamethrower at the ground, hoping…

Ryan Anderson stared, dumbfounded, at the words stamped on the device attached to his arm. He checked, squinted, and checked again, but the letters did not change. “Smoothie King” He knew what he had to do. The all-consuming anger that he had felt while incinerating his teammates with his arm-wielded flamethrower had given way to…

Ryan Anderson ran. He had to get out of here. They would find the carnage he had created any time now, and they would know who had done it. He stumbled through the once-familiar practice facility, which had now become a maze of torment. Each corner brought the dread of confronting more of the Pelicans…