He was just getting home when he got the call from Buck Strickland; there was a propane emergency down in McMaynerberry and Mr. Strickland, seeing the chance to get some new clients, asked Hank to head down there and see things through. Telling Peggy to put his dinner in the fridge, Hank left with Bobby, who had decided to tag along. It was a long drive and it was raining, adding that to Bobby insisting to tell Hank all about his day with Joseph at school, Hank was understandably a little tired. What was Bobby even saying? "..The whole thing in his mouth!" was all he caught. He often wondered about Bobby, wondering if he would ever live up to his admittedly high expectations, there were even times when he secretly wished he never had Bobby, and instead got the son he had hoped for. When Hank thought of these feelings, he felt worse than Bill on Valentine's Day. "What kind of father thinks that about his own son? Lord forgive me.." Hank thought as he imagined his own father, Cotton Hill, now deceased.
It was at that exact moment that a deer ran into the road, Bobby screamed, lightning flashed, all of these surprises hit Hank at once and his usual calm self panicked. He swereved. There was a loud crash, and then; nothing.
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:26 No.6319228 File :1224703596.jpg-(27 KB, 310x432, hank-hill.jpg) ![]() Slowly things started coming to, "Where am I?..I was...Going to McMaynerberry....To deal with a propane emergency..". Hank awoke violently, it was now dark, at least an hour after the crash. "Oh God...The crash! Bobby!", "Bobby!", "Bobby!". Bobby wasn't there, his seatbelt unbuckled, his door unlocked. Surely Bobby must've awoken before Hank had and gone for help, Bobby wa a smart kid. Hank got out of the truck and surveyed the damage, it was in the ditch, no chance of driving it out. Hank wiped some blood off of his forehead, "That's gonna sting tomorrow.." then observed his surroundings. The rain, he noticed, had stopped; in its place was a thick fog, he could barely see six feet in front of him. Hank worried for a bit, wondering which direction Bobby went. "Should I go north? What if Bobby went south? What if Bobby went into the woods. No, Bobby's too afraid of the woods. Should I stay here? What if Bobby comes back and I'm gone? God dang it..." |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:27 No.6319240 File :1224703649.jpg-(9 KB, 151x197, king-of-the-hill.jpg) ![]() Just ahead of him he saw something red, gleaming in the fog. It was one of Bobby's fruit pies. Excited that he had found a trace of where he went, and with the thought that he couldn't have gone very far, Hank set out north in hopes of finding Bobby before he tries to hitchhike; and no more than ten minutes of walking later, Hank saw something that made his heart leap in hope, one of those "Welcome to..." signs. A town! There was a town ahead, Bobby must have gone there to get help. Hank began to run towards the town, it would all be fixed soon, he'd find Bobby, they'd get a truck out to pull theirs out of the ditch, he'd get the propane deal signed, then they'd go home for some Spa'Peggy and Meatballs. One thing bothered Hank though. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:29 No.6319263 File :1224703766.jpg-(38 KB, 327x342, 1201315651613.jpg) ![]() >>6319240 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:29 No.6319264At least it's not fucking the propane tank. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:31 No.6319287holy shit |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:32 No.6319299Oh god. with hanks suppressed child hood memories, Silent hill would be the last place he would want to be. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:32 No.6319308 File :1224703952.gif-(981 KB, 358x269, king of the awesome.gif) ![]() |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:32 No.6319312KING OF THE SILENT HILL |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:33 No.6319315 File :1224704003.jpg-(21 KB, 450x299, snailface.jpg) ![]() >SPA'PEGGY AND MEATBALLS |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:34 No.6319323>>6319312 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:34 No.6319327Propane Tank Head |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:35 No.6319339Oh god, Now everytime I see those ash kids in SH1 im going to think cotton and laugh. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:39 No.6319387 File :1224704395.jpg-(30 KB, 240x200, HankHill.jpg) ![]() Hank wondered through the town looking for any signs of life, there were none. It was late, and it was foggy, Hank just assumed everyone had gone inside shelter; but then he heard it. "VUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! VUUUUUUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?". That's Bobby's voice! Hank rushed towards the sound, he found Bobby, everything was going to be fine. "VUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?". Bobby can't be far now. "VUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?". Just a little farther. "VUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?". Hank followed the voice through an alley when he hit an obstacle. "VUT ARE YOU TALLLLKING ABOUT?". The voice was coming from the other end of a very narrow passage, so narrow Hank was sure he couldn't get through it, he tried calling for Bobby, no answer. After several more tries to get through the passage, Hank gave up. Wherever Bobby was, he was close by and he's okay. Deciding to continue walking through the town, Hank left the alley went back to his search. But things were not like they were, everything had gotten darker. "God dang daylight saving's time.." |
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The Young /co/mp/a/triot 10/22/08(Wed)15:40 No.6319393So what's Hank's Silent Hill, everyone uses charcoal? |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)15:46 No.6319470What is hank most afraid of? |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)15:50 No.6319535Well, at the very least, everything will be demonic or something. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:51 No.6319556 File :1224705092.jpg-(36 KB, 300x372, torotractor_hankhill_4.jpg) ![]() He arrived at the school minutes later, the bell had stopped ringing, and there was no one in sight. Hank felt defeated, where is his son? Where's Bobby? Why can't he find him? "Is it because....I don't want to?". Hank brushed the thought away in anger, he was not like that, he was a good father, a damn good father. He would find his son no matter what it took. It was possible everyone was inside the school, maybe for some kind of fair? Going on this thought, Hank entered and took a look around, it was dark, "Just like everything in this dang town.", but he could smell something...Familiar...Something that brought up feelings of dread. "Charcoal!", Hank was sure he smelled Charcoal, if it had been Propane, he would be smelling the meat, not the heat. Hank followed the smell to a basement, where he found the grill, there was nothing in it. About to head back, Hank heard a small wimpering sound, like a helpless defenseless child, in need of someone, anyone, to protect it because it couldn't. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:54 No.6319598>>6319556 |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)15:54 No.6319601This is pretty freakin awesome. But it needs a villain! A hippie, something! |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)15:56 No.6319637This time, LOUD IS ALLOWED |
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TFJ 10/22/08(Wed)15:58 No.6319658 File :1224705504.png-(87 KB, 238x294, hankhill.png) ![]() PROPANE AND PROPANE ACCESSORIES |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:00 No.6319691SO |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:02 No.6319716 File :1224705773.jpg-(44 KB, 800x602, 1190577026614.jpg) ![]() He approached the sound coming from the corner of the basement, it was coming from a small child. "Hello there, I'm Hank Hill, assistant manager of Strickland Proprane. Are you lost?", the child wimpiered a bit, then looked at him with the coldest look Hank had ever seen, its face thin, as if stretched back, Hank could see the insides of the child's eyelids, holding eyes the size of golfballs, with sharp, shark-like teeth forming into a smile. "No...You are.". The child leaped for his face, knocking off his glasses and clawing at his neck. It was trying to kill him, Hank was sure of it. "Now...Now you see here!...". There was no reasoning with this child, he knew it, but he couldn't do anything. It was just a child he told himself, a child just like Bobby. He felt a sharp pain in his left side, the child had bitten him, Hank staggered and fell down, he wouldn't be able to find Bobby afterall. He knew it. He knew he could do nothing in this situation. The child let out a warcry and went for the final blow, holding something in its hand. "Wait a minute...Is that...?". Hank checked his side where he received the bite, his front pocket was empty. The child had his pen. "Those pens are for Strickland personel only!". The child leapt at him, but Hank dodged and grabbed it by the arm and wrestled his pen away. The child made another leap, but Hank was prepared, Hank was faster and lodged the pen deep inside the child's skull. It was over. |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)16:07 No.6319758There was a hole here... Its gone now. Yep. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:07 No.6319763oh goddd |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:08 No.6319771 File :1224706092.jpg-(25 KB, 203x240, dangol.jpg) ![]() >>6319758 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:18 No.6319887bump! |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)16:23 No.6319928Holy...fucking...shit... |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:24 No.6319938 File :1224707086.jpg-(188 KB, 640x427, HankHill.jpg) ![]() Hank vomited, he murdered a child. He murdered a child. He was a murderer, and he couldn't blame it on the marijuana this time. It was all him. "My dad would never do something like that! I said good day sherrif!". Bobby's voice eccoed in his head, he had no time to worry about what he did to something that might not even be a child to begin with. He had to find Bobby first, Bobby first, then he'll turn himself into the police. He walked over to the child's body and extracted his pen, "They'll fine me if I don't return it..". Hank left the room that had forever changed his life, and continued his search. Everything seemed so different now, was it because he had gotten lost following the charcoal smell? He had no idea where he was going, all he could see were narrow hallways and narrow rooms. "Why is everything so dang narrow?" he thought to himself. As he continued through the halls, a sound rang out, a whimper, a lot of whimpers. It was the same sound the child made, but...Louder...Like there were more of them. Hank was frantic at the thought of how many there were, he ran. The sounds kept getting closer, they were on every side of him, he was surrounded now. Hank felt the rush of cool air on his face, he had found his way outside, he wa safe! But the noises were louder than ever, Hank looked around and was horrified at what he saw. Children, if you can call them that, everywhere. He was in a playground, they were all over, staring at him. This was it. They all began approaching him. He was going to die. Tonight. By their hands. Hank prayed harder than he ever had before. The children were within striking distance now. He couldn't die here. He had to do something, he had to... |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:26 No.6319959>>6319938 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:27 No.6319963>Why is everything so dang narrow? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:28 No.6319973>>6319938 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:28 No.6319978 File :1224707327.jpg-(30 KB, 439x600, hank-hill-001.jpg) ![]() >>6319938 |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)16:30 No.6319992>>6319938 |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)16:34 No.6320035What? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:41 No.6320131 File :1224708072.png-(19 KB, 934x366, 1223869229971.png) ![]() >>6319938 |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)16:44 No.6320161soooo... we done here? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:45 No.6320175 File :1224708341.jpg-(82 KB, 271x331, Cotton_hill.jpg) ![]() "It was 1943, Okinawa, Tojos were everywhere and I only had three men with me; Fatty, Stinky, and Brooklyn. Were were surrounded, but we knew our country depended on us and we knew we had to take them out. We rushed them, I immediately got off two shots, hitting one in the face point blank, his nose went off like a rocket! The other kneecapped some poor son of a bitch who I offed with my bayonet. Stinky took a shot in the belly and was out of action, I lobbed a grenade over him and took out five Japs in one go, pieces went everywhere, the rest of the troops were screamin' and cryin' over their brothers and friends and whatnot, but they saw them soon enough. Three shot down while mourning. Another one by the bayonet. Another grenade, only got one that time, damn. Fatty wasn't lookin' soo good, his belly was all red. Got your gun Tojo! Dual weildin' Wooo! Eight down! I take a few shots to the legs but I'm still going, they're scared, they ain't aiming right. Fatty went down, nailed another three who went to make sure he was dead, well they are now! Haha!" |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)16:48 No.6320211Wait Indigo prophecy? |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)16:56 No.6320297>>6320175 |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)16:56 No.6320301weird. How long is this going for? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:02 No.6320375 File :1224709365.jpg-(24 KB, 640x480, 1222481570365.jpg) ![]() Hank wandered out of the school and into a nearby department store, he just needed to calm down, be in familiar surroundings. He found his way to the propane department and sat down, staring at the tanks. "I only have one mistress, and her name is Propane.". "My name is Hank Hill, assistant manager for Strickland Propane." "Propane and propane accessories.", "The Propaniacs!". Hank had so many good memories attached to the clean burning, effecient fuel. "Prooooo...", he heard a strange sound, "Prooooo......", a voice? Hank got up to investigate the noise, it was a woman in a Strickland uniform, dragging a large spatula. "PANE!" the woman slammed into Hank and began to grope at him, he wasn't sure was she was going for, but he wasn't going to let her get to it. "I am a married man!" Hank shouted his battle cry and tossed her aside. "PANE!" she readied herself and her weapon and lunged for a second time, Hank ran away, but not in fear, he knew if there was a Propane department, there was another department for him as well. The woman was on his tracks, moving twistedly, but quickly, Hank ducked over a counter and found what he came for. The woman jumped onto the counter and screamed at Hank. A loud bang rang out, and she was dead. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:06 No.6320415Your lack of pyramid head disturbs me |
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Loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)17:10 No.6320458>>6320415 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:13 No.6320492I want to fuck John Redcorn. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:14 No.6320495We will tell our children that we were in this thread. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:15 No.6320510 File :1224710120.jpg-(192 KB, 650x536, ty_owcm1ahUUBFp3sPKlJA.jpg) ![]() >>6320495 |
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A Non E-Moose !ozOtJW9BFA 10/22/08(Wed)17:16 No.6320522>>6320495 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:17 No.6320543 File :1224710250.jpg-(97 KB, 945x709, 1222294418469.jpg) ![]() Hank was tired of it, if things were going to attack him he was going to attack back. Until he found his son, he was off anger management. Hank readied his shotgun and took some ammo from the store, then made his leave. Hank went back to where he first heard Bobby's voice, the passageway wasn't so narrow anymore. Without questioning this, Hank went through and found himself in front of a Hospital. "That's the safest place Bobby could go.", with this reasoning he entered his third building. Fully expecting to have to use his newly found weapon. "VUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" There it was! Bobby's voice! He ran to it, finally he had found his son! "VUT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?", just one more door! Hank opened the door, and heard, in a dark, deep, twisted voice; "Vut are you talking about?". He was face to face with a large man with a gigantic pyramid helmet on. Hank was experiencing more fear than he had ever known, this was different from the children, this was nothing like the Propane woman, this was a something else entirely. The man raised a large butcher-knife like object, Hank knew he would never see his wife aga- "What?", Hank noticed the body of a battered, beaten, nude woman on the ground near the large man's feet. "Peggy!" |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:18 No.6320555PAAAAAAAAAAAANE |
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Player Two 10/22/08(Wed)17:23 No.6320609F5 F5, I tell you what |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:24 No.6320610>Hank noticed the body of a battered, beaten, nude woman on the ground near the large man's feet. "Peggy!" |
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Trippin' !!9z23VPHrCcB 10/22/08(Wed)17:25 No.6320631OH SHI- |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:26 No.6320645bump for moar |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:29 No.6320686that best not be the end nigger |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)17:30 No.6320698 File :1224711043.gif-(32 KB, 150x150, F5 F5 F5.gif) ![]() F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F5F555555555!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Demonbird !!sJWx/fa0MLa 10/22/08(Wed)17:32 No.6320715This is amazing. I demand this be made into a feature length animated film... at least in my dreams. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:33 No.6320733 File :1224711215.jpg-(29 KB, 524x336, 040308-hill.jpg) ![]() The body was Peggy's, there was no doubt what had happened to her. The large man walked towards Hank, who was kneeling, grief-stricken, in shock, was this even real? The man swung his blade down, Hank merely stood up and took a step forward, avoiding his backside being ripped open by mere inches. "Dimished Glutes Syndrome." is all Hank said as he turned to face the man, with a blank look on his face. The man swung again, and again Hank merely turned around and took a step forward. "It's hard to hit, isn't it?". The man went for a third strike but was outmoved by Hank, who unloaded shot after shot into the man whiling yelling his lungs out. The bullets had no apparent effect on the man. Hank's bullets couldn't hurt him, and his blade couldn't hit Hank, they were at a stalemate and they both knew it. The man swung at tables and chairs, sending them flying at Hank, Hank shot them down as they came, reloading with the effeciency of propane. He knew he couldn't beat the man with his weapon, but he knew what could. Hank ran for the window and leapt out, landing hard on the ground, but not enough for injury. The man leapt out after him and pursued. The bell started ringing as the children from before all rushed out after Hank. "PROOOOOO!" three more Propane women came out and nearly gutted him, but he swatted them away with his Remington and kept running, with the army of hell after him. Finally he found what he needed, if this place was so twisted it was sure to have one. Hank arrived at Thaterton Fuels and shot at a single propane tank four times, it exploded. Hank knew it wasn't enough to take out the army, he only needed his distraction. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:41 No.6320833the past three days have been godly in /co/. |
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Demonbird !!sJWx/fa0MLa 10/22/08(Wed)17:42 No.6320842My F5 key just disintegrated |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:43 No.6320854 File :1224711818.jpg-(45 KB, 640x480, 6a00d8341c4f7053ef00e54f425dd2(...).jpg) ![]() Hank was standing on the roof of the building, to the left of the giant propane source tank. The creatrues went right for him, the children climbing the walls, the large man climbing the tank. Hank smiled at the man. "There's a propane emergency in Silent Hill, I tell you what.", Hank fired at the fuel lines to the large tank and leapt off the building, the lines ingnited and made their way to the large man's current roost, there was no time, there were no shouts. There was only an army of soulles creatures, an explosion so bright it lit up the night sky and filled it with debris and smoke. Hank emerged from the rubble of a HazMat truck he had leapt into, designed to be sturdy, but not enough to save him from the explosion entirely; he was bloodied, burned, and his left arm was broken, but he was alive. Unfortunately so were many of the children who had also leapt off, but they were no problem, they weren't his target. He got rid of them quickly and effectively. Like propane. |
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A Non E-Moose !ozOtJW9BFA 10/22/08(Wed)17:46 No.6320903>>6320833 |
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Demonbird !!sJWx/fa0MLa 10/22/08(Wed)17:47 No.6320921>>6320903 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:47 No.6320932>Hank shot them down as they came, reloading with the effeciency[sic] of propane. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:51 No.6320977that's...all!? |
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The_Infamous_Nutsack !!8kpPW30hUOf 10/22/08(Wed)17:51 No.6320983MOOOOAAAARRRR |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:52 No.6320990 File :1224712327.jpg-(99 KB, 653x522, koh_Tearsf.jpg) ![]() "Woof!" |
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A Non E-Moose !ozOtJW9BFA 10/22/08(Wed)17:52 No.6320995>>6320921 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:55 No.6321039epic toasting, good anon. epic. |
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Demonbird !!sJWx/fa0MLa 10/22/08(Wed)17:56 No.6321042So Peggy was actually murdered by Pyramid head... Nice. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)17:59 No.6321077 File :1224712752.gif-(12 KB, 125x145, industrial_engineer_buck.gif) ![]() "Mr. Strickland? Hank just called asking for a week off, should I give it to him?" |
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The_Infamous_Nutsack !!8kpPW30hUOf 10/22/08(Wed)18:01 No.6321104No alien ending? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:01 No.6321109You have five minutes to produce a screencap, or I unleash the ninjas. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:02 No.6321113>>6321077 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:08 No.6321193got screencap |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:09 No.6321220>>6321077 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:16 No.6321325 File :1224713778.jpg-(986 KB, 1024x4768, king-of-the-silent-hill.jpg) ![]() |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:19 No.6321377>>6321077 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:21 No.6321405OK NOW WE NEED DRAW FAGS EVERYWHERE |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:26 No.6321463Scrapbook'd for future generations. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:28 No.6321490>>6321405 |
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Bea 10/22/08(Wed)18:29 No.6321495This thread is fucking amazing. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:30 No.6321508I'm ashamed to be proud of the fact that I knew where this was going after the first post. |
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TheBlueManGrope 10/22/08(Wed)18:38 No.6321591Bravo. Bra-fucking-vo. |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)18:49 No.6321734>>6321490 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:50 No.6321748I think my face is melting I''ll tell you what. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)18:58 No.6321852Writefag here, glad you guys liked it. I was just playing Silent Hill when King of the Hill came on and I figured I'd just write down stuff as it came to me. Forgot to use Hank's fear of bats in the story though. |
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The Adorable Bitch 10/22/08(Wed)19:00 No.6321870>>6321852 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)19:00 No.6321873>>6321852 |
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The_Infamous_Nutsack !!8kpPW30hUOf 10/22/08(Wed)19:02 No.6321892Yes, awesome writefag is awesome. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)19:06 No.6321934Best thread ever, I tell you what |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)19:15 No.6322074>>6321490 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)19:37 No.6322319DRAWFAGS HOOOOOO |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:01 No.6322555God bless you writefag, this thread was amazing |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:02 No.6322570Narrow urethra. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:12 No.6322684>>6322570 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:13 No.6322688My god. That was amazing. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:13 No.6322692>>6322684 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:39 No.6323048>>6322570 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:41 No.6323063well ah got dang dang-on dang talkin' about that dang there epic thread boy |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:43 No.6323098why is peggy dead tho :(? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:52 No.6323234Awesome. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)20:59 No.6323318I hope this was archived. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:01 No.6323344Requesting the copypasta about doug funnie dealing with a zombie apocalypse... |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:08 No.6323431I think you all know what we need to do with this thread. |
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Namefaggot 10/22/08(Wed)21:14 No.6323488This was awesome. Thanks Op. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:15 No.6323498I am proud to be posting in this thread. Thank you, OP. I saved the story for the future. Continue to write in the future. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:21 No.6323574Four votes. Who gets to be number 5 and make my day? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:23 No.6323600>>6322684 |
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Namefaggot 10/22/08(Wed)21:25 No.6323619For some reason, this thread made me think of how well Atticus Finch would fare in Silent Hill? |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:32 No.6323739I can only one day hope to be as brilliant as this writer |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:35 No.6323776>>6323619 |
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loves2spooge 10/22/08(Wed)21:37 No.6323806>>6323619 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:37 No.6323810>>6323574 |
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Freakazoid(Wii Mode) !!j1pHAH08/gk 10/22/08(Wed)21:42 No.6323893TOASTING IN EPIC BREAD |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)21:43 No.6323906Nice. |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)22:14 No.6324414When he was dodging the knife attacks...I nearly wheeped in joy. For my butt is that of lacking also, and this was a true inspiration to read. ;__; |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)22:43 No.6324958The whole story was about Bobby, with hints to Hank's urethra, which contributed to the birth of Bobby. The narrow passage ways opening up and Peggy being killed one after the other... |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)22:45 No.6324997 File :1224729924.jpg-(72 KB, 734x404, 1224090218210.jpg) ![]() |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)22:51 No.6325106>>6324958 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)23:01 No.6325256>>6319308 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)23:02 No.6325266wolverine is cooler than hank hill |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)23:12 No.6325462 File :1224731536.jpg-(60 KB, 675x564, 1221717538295.jpg) ![]() >>6325266 |
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Anonymous 10/22/08(Wed)23:20 No.6325608 File :1224732000.gif-(1.59 MB, 320x240, Foamy-Win.gif) ![]() |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:07 No.6327088 File :1224738472.jpg-(263 KB, 612x792, kingofsilenthill.jpg) ![]() Posting shitty fanart in epic thread. |
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Bea 10/23/08(Thu)01:08 No.6327102>>6327088 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:10 No.6327127>>6327088 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:19 No.6327257>>6327088 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:22 No.6327296>>6327088 |
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Peggy Hill !!Y2jTsLScQlD 10/23/08(Thu)01:23 No.6327311This thread is incredibly depressing. |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:26 No.6327353I can sleep happy now |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:27 No.6327363>>6327311 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:29 No.6327397>>6319308 |
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Bea 10/23/08(Thu)01:41 No.6327553>>6327532 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:45 No.6327613 File :1224740716.jpg-(109 KB, 612x792, tellyouwhat.jpg) ![]() >>6327532 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:49 No.6327679>>6327642 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:49 No.6327692Just because I hafta, I just fucking have to. |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:52 No.6327723>>6327484 |
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Anonymous 10/23/08(Thu)01:57 No.6327794>>6327758 |
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