Post by typhoon on Dec 3, 2008 22:44:28 GMT 8
Typhoon looked at the rumbling wall that now stood before him, its weathered and bullet scared form was the only thing preventing him from proceeding. Pulling his Shoota free from its home, Typhoon opened fire with a hail of bullets and enough noise to even awaken the dead. Typhoon just laughed as the heavy caliber bullets impacted on the brittle wall, chipping large chunks of rock off, blowing a hole through the battered concrete and rock. Ceasing fire, Typhoon let the obvious smell of gunpowder assault his nose. He enjoyed the smell of gunpowder in the morning and today was no exception.
Pushing through the broken wall, Typhoon looked at the weathered map in his hands. Marked in a quite obvious X was his location. Rumors of treasure had sparked his interest. Stuffing the map back in his pocket, Typhoon pressed through the ruins in hope of finding the treasure's resting place. Fort Knox.
Pushing through the ruined street and overgrown alley ways, Typhoon pressed on. Unconcerned about his environment, his mind set on finding the legendary gold of Fort Knox.
"There ain't no better Gitfinda then me. Typhoon" he whispered to himself, struggling to break through the concrete rubble that now blocked his path. Pulling out his map once more, he consulted it for information to his current location, only to stuff it back into his pocket, letting out a curse in the process. It would be a long day indeed for him.
Pushing through the broken wall, Typhoon looked at the weathered map in his hands. Marked in a quite obvious X was his location. Rumors of treasure had sparked his interest. Stuffing the map back in his pocket, Typhoon pressed through the ruins in hope of finding the treasure's resting place. Fort Knox.
Pushing through the ruined street and overgrown alley ways, Typhoon pressed on. Unconcerned about his environment, his mind set on finding the legendary gold of Fort Knox.
"There ain't no better Gitfinda then me. Typhoon" he whispered to himself, struggling to break through the concrete rubble that now blocked his path. Pulling out his map once more, he consulted it for information to his current location, only to stuff it back into his pocket, letting out a curse in the process. It would be a long day indeed for him.