Post by Killer Croc on Mar 21, 2013 3:23:22 GMT 1
BAM!!! CRASH!!! SCREECH!!! SLAM!!! WOOOPWOOOPWOOOPWOOP!!!
Went the police vehicles all over the lot; toppled like blocks and toys in a toddler’s play pen, but this was no child’s play. It was the first day of spring and the city had thawed out in the last couple weeks and Killer Croc was awake and pissed! It seemed there was a uncovering and an big investigation. Police and investigators had infiltrated one of his hideouts while he was taking it easy during the cold months. After his big nap, Casey moved throughout the city’s underbelly, checking out his various hideouts and inventory. But when he came upon a very important place, his first ever home in the city, a literal hole in the wall behind the subway, it was empty and all he could find was foot prints, yellow tape and the faint scent of donuts. His finger pointed to the closest Police Department. This was his home, his good memories and now it was gone.
“You meddl’n lil shit bags! GRAWR RRROOARRR!!!! How dare ya steal my things!”
Casey stormed through the lot roaring as he swiped down the light poles and then started punching out windows and ripping at the building. The police officers grew as the chaos outside pursued and they opened fire but the bullets did nothing more than make him angrier. He had been robbed of mass amounts of money, weapons, special items he had collected over the years, like the disturbing trophies of his kills in jars, skulls and bones, news paper articles and other things. Even his bed, photos and belongings of family and ragged teddy bear from childhood was gone. He didn’t expect to get any of it back but even so he would make the police and anyone else involved pay for it.
“I’ll rip you all and this place APART!! WHERE ARE MY THINGS!!”
Killer Croc crashed through the doors, leaving a trail of battered and bloody police officers on the ground. He didn’t care that he was getting pelted by bullets and was scolded at by police. He thrashed his tail and claws around, sending pieces of desks, computers and file cabinets all over the place. He continued ripping apart the building and attacking anyone who got in his way. By the time anyone arrived at the police department it was a complete mess, like a tank had slammed inside of the building. The commissioner and a dozen people had barricaded themselves inside a holding room and it was not holding well.
Went the police vehicles all over the lot; toppled like blocks and toys in a toddler’s play pen, but this was no child’s play. It was the first day of spring and the city had thawed out in the last couple weeks and Killer Croc was awake and pissed! It seemed there was a uncovering and an big investigation. Police and investigators had infiltrated one of his hideouts while he was taking it easy during the cold months. After his big nap, Casey moved throughout the city’s underbelly, checking out his various hideouts and inventory. But when he came upon a very important place, his first ever home in the city, a literal hole in the wall behind the subway, it was empty and all he could find was foot prints, yellow tape and the faint scent of donuts. His finger pointed to the closest Police Department. This was his home, his good memories and now it was gone.
“You meddl’n lil shit bags! GRAWR RRROOARRR!!!! How dare ya steal my things!”
Casey stormed through the lot roaring as he swiped down the light poles and then started punching out windows and ripping at the building. The police officers grew as the chaos outside pursued and they opened fire but the bullets did nothing more than make him angrier. He had been robbed of mass amounts of money, weapons, special items he had collected over the years, like the disturbing trophies of his kills in jars, skulls and bones, news paper articles and other things. Even his bed, photos and belongings of family and ragged teddy bear from childhood was gone. He didn’t expect to get any of it back but even so he would make the police and anyone else involved pay for it.
“I’ll rip you all and this place APART!! WHERE ARE MY THINGS!!”
Killer Croc crashed through the doors, leaving a trail of battered and bloody police officers on the ground. He didn’t care that he was getting pelted by bullets and was scolded at by police. He thrashed his tail and claws around, sending pieces of desks, computers and file cabinets all over the place. He continued ripping apart the building and attacking anyone who got in his way. By the time anyone arrived at the police department it was a complete mess, like a tank had slammed inside of the building. The commissioner and a dozen people had barricaded themselves inside a holding room and it was not holding well.
