Posted at 8:02 am on Nov 22, 2007 by:
King Gojinn
Imposter? You bunch of posers are trying to be ME.
Gojinn dives through a wall, avoiding the psycho driver. The van crashes through another wall, before hitting a sturdy support for the house!!! Gojinn feels the entire thing quake, as do his impersonators. The floor cracks, and the van plummets into the basement, as a screaming woman flails the whole way down. Grinning, Gojinn climbed up, but that grin was slapped off his face by a crack of a whip!! He turned his face to see the one and only Indianna Jinn!!! The tomb raider ripped off his hat and cracked him with the whip again, grinning, but this time, Gojinn caught the whip, and tugged the old man at him, catching him by the throat, and tossing him through the air!!! He crashes through the wall, making a more enormous hole than had been there before.
The King moves quickly towards the next room, when the house quakes again. Worried, he needs to find a quick way to somehow end this “match”. This “SilverShamrock” or “Legion of Gojinn” or whatever the hell it was had to be disposed of. Grinning, he picked up a coat rack, with several large hooks at the end of it, and began twirling it around, as more of the freaks piled in!!! Gojinn slammed it against the ground, taunting them to come closer, but none moved. And again, the house shook, and this time he heard a large explosion!!! The van the psycho drove into the support for the house must have caught fire, he figured. He looked in the general direction and saw flames eating away at the house, and the floor cracked and gave way, starting to tilt towards the direction of the accident. Gojinn had one choice, and hurled the pointed coat rack at Martin Rigjinn, impaling him in the chest, as his psychotic eyes had begged him to. Nearby, Roger Murtajinn muttered the words “I’m too old for this shit!” and dove through the glass window into the front yard, clutching his six shooter. Gojinn ran for the busted window and leapt through, landing on his feet, and continued to sprint onwards.
The house quickly caught fire, and continued to fall inwards, as helpless duplicates of himself perished in the blaze. Those that were escaping were fatally burned, and though help could could arrive fairly soon, who was going to call them? Maybe the camera production team. He didn’t really care. He just got far enough away, he was sure they were taken care of….
