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| Story Time with Fantom_Ghost | Started by: Fantom_Ghost on Oct 13, '08 23:48 |
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The Fantom story teller slowly makes his way to the streets once more. He is carrying beer in one hand and a smoke in the other. His eyes are glazed, and is apparently slightly intoxicated. He stumbles a little bit and takes a few minutes to climb onto his story box. Hello ladies and gents, it is I, The Fantom Story Teller. I am here once again to entertain you with my words. He stumbles a little, almost falling off of the box. I'm here to tell you another story about my brother and I, and a friend or too along the way. I hope you love "What I did when I was drunk" stories, because here one is! He takes a chug off his beer and tosses his smoke to the ground. One night, my brother, Phantom_Ghost, and I were sitting around my apartment, a slow business night, drinkin' as we do when we...well quite a bit. Hello, I am Fantom_Ghost and I'm an alcoholic. But I digress. We were sitting around the radio, and had a couple cases of beer sitting between us. We would slap each other around, call each other drunken names, the whole works. Typical drunken 20 year old guy stuff. We heard an advertisement on the radio for a new tattoo parlor down the street. "DUDE! Let's go get a tattoo!" I said to him. "No, I'm not much for tattoos." At this point he was pissing me off, I'm an angry drunk sometimes. "Okay, well let me have a few more drinks before we go," he replied, scared of my anger. So, we continued to finish the remaining beers in the cooler before we prepared to leave. By the way, you can probably tell, I'm the partier of the two. As we get ready to leave my apartment, I chug the rest of my beer and throw it towards the trash can. I missed, but at least I made an attempt. We walk out the door, light up smokes, and head down the street for our tattoos. We arrive at the tattoo parlor, only to be told that they don't allow people to get tattoos when intoxicated. Me, being the drunken hardass that I am, flash my gun, and a look of terror creeps onto the mans face. "What kind of tattoo would you like sir?" This pleases me, and I explain the details of my new art. I sit down as Phantom is talking to a hot young woman about his tattoo. Figures I get the ugly guy, and he gets the hottie...all well. About an hour later, we both finish up with our ink. He take a look in the mirror at them, and proceed to walk out of the establishment, not willing to pay. As we walk down the street, I have the clever idea to go visit our dear friend `Romeo. I force my brother to take a turn towards his apartment. When we get there I decide to be a little asshole, and play a prank on Romeo. When we walk up the stairs to his apartment, I bang on the door to be sure he can hear me. "Open up bitch, the time's come!" I yell trying to be a badass. "Bring it bitch!" I hear from inside the apartment. He swings the door open, gun drawn, ready for action. When he saw that it was the brothers he loves, he grinned and put his gun to his holster. After a few minutes of persuasion, I forced him to come along on an adventure. We roam the streets of Chicago and pull a few robberies. After that became boring, we decided to rough some kids up, for being...well not us. As the night progressed, Romeo became almost as shitfaced as the Ghost brothers. He became almost as stupid as us too. Romeo sees a nice car he would like to steal, but not for his own possession, he figures he can sell it for a lot somewhere. So we proceed towards the vehicle. Being the drunken bastards we are, we don't care how many people see. I see a large rock sitting on the ground, pick it up, and throw it through the window of the car. I suddenly realize how much of a racket I am making and look up to the others. As we catch eyes, we all burst into laughter. I tell Phantom to do the rest, as he is a "professional" car booster. As he hops in the car, he realizes that he can't remember what to do. So Romeo hops in and get the car started almost immediately. I throw Romeo into the back seat and hop in the driver seat and take off. We stroll through Chicago in a stolen car, causing more trouble. Finally we arrive back at my apartment where Phantom and I hop out. "See you tomorrow at work Romeo," I say trying to stand up straight. He casually burns out and takes off. Before he gets too far, I pick up a rock and throw it at the car, breaking the back window. Phantom and I laugh it up, and enter the building. When we arrive at my apartment, I open the refrigerator and grab another case of beer. I set it between the chairs, pop on the radio and sit to relax and have a beer. A great ending to a great night. Fantom tries to take a drink out of his beer, but realizes it is empty. Shit, I gotta go get more beer! Thanks for listening! Fantom hops off the box, almost running into the wall of the building behind him. |
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Phantom_Ghost stumbles in at the end of the story with the attractive blond tattoo lady accompanying him, clearly she's the only reason he's standing up straight. He yells in Fantom_Ghost's direction, though he's long gone. Hey! You ran into that wall. With your face. Into the wall! Phantom_Ghost is slurring his words, and with the help of his lady friend puts a cigarette into his mouth. He motions for her to light it, and she does. Phantom winks at her. Wellllll. I'm fixing to call it a night. If any of you wanna party, you know where to find us. Phantom_Ghost crosses paths with a drunken civilian attempting to light his cigarette. Phantom avoids the collision with a less than graceful stumble. HEY! Can I bum a cigarette? He says to the man. Excuse me sir, but you already have one. Phantom_Ghost gets angry and his eyes squint. Fuck you then. He kicks the man in the knees and stumbles down the same alley his brother did. Soon he disappears. |
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| Reply by: Phantom_Ghost at Oct 13, '08 23:59 | |
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| Starts carving pumpkins | |
| Reply by: Immerse at Oct 14, '08 05:32 | |
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The_Dude looks around from where he is sitting, and at that moment he leans one way and a shrieking fart comes out. "Phew been holding that it for god knows how long." The_Dude has spoken. |
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| Reply by: The_Dude at Oct 14, '08 18:54 | |
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Fellas, I would prefer if you keep those kind of comments to yourself. I wrote the story for people to comment about the story, not to come and listen, then spam after I finish. Thank you |
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| Reply by: Fantom_Ghost at Oct 14, '08 20:12 | |
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| Is a very nice sir. I do enjoy reading storys. Nice to see good ones to read. | |
| Reply by: Doyle at Oct 14, '08 22:52 | |
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| Thank you Doyle, it is good to see someone who actually appreciates my stories, no matter how drunken and stupid I am at the time. | |
| Reply by: Fantom_Ghost at Oct 14, '08 23:04 | |
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