A few weeks later, the town awoke to shrieks of terror emanating from the lair of Malfouka. They burst through the door to find a trembling Mal with a bottle of warm champagne in one hand and a pregnancy test with a huge, glowing plus sign on it in the other. They sat in silent horror as she told of a drunken encounter with a man in a bar a few weeks ago who promised her a lifetime of wealth, shoe contracts and an endless supply of prescription medications. That man was Shawn Kemp. But there would be no shoe contracts, instead, she would spend her life hoping the child she was now carrying would grow up to follow in his absentee father's footsteps. A drunk who squandered all of his talent in favor of booze but still has quite a bit of cash. At least then she'd always have a rich dude to drink with. Who doesn't want that?
Oh yeah, on the way over, they also noticed that somebody had shot Dr. Zen in the face. That was me. Nobody gave a shit.
Players:
Dave
monogodo
Malfouka (Knocked up by Shawn Kemp - last words: "i'm pregnant and i want money.")
Our House
Mango (gay)
norseman1066
Deb (Run out of town - last words: "you all fucking suck kemp's balls")
jeckles
Dr. Zen (Out of the game - fucking asshole)
Otto
Bacon
Chester
WebKittyn
Day #2 begins (Mal, Deb, provide different last words if you'd like)
Edited by Dave, 18 November 2007 - 06:17 PM.
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