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Mitch

Oh, and for people asking why angels would be at McDonalds, why the hell not? Are you going to ask why a seagull flies into McDonalds, ITS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO EAT.

Also, if its weekend midnight-5am, its usually a good place to help out people, all the screwed over people from the night either are already in hospital or in McDonalds.

Calgar C

this is proof, proof that retards do exsist.

i would expect this kind of story from a 5 year old playing games at daycare

a well known dangerous villain

I'd be (only slightly) more compelled to take you seriously if you spelled Leviathan properly.

Moondog

nautical999 is keeping OUR neighborhood heroin dealers in business.

Poorly Hidden Alias.S

By far the most bizarre thing on the internet.

Even more so then Nazi jews.

nutbunny

OMG I hope this individual didn't end up hurting someone.He be CRAAAzy!!!

Kurrus

That's some EXTREME bullshit there.

I wish all made up fundie stories were packed with action like this one.

katie5000

>>"My wife and I were in McDonalds and were having a conversation with an angel and Leviathon had come up."

I swear to God, I have never laughed so hard in my LIFE. The comments in this thread had me cracking up. XD

But yeah, it sounds more like a dream the guy had rather than anything that actually happened. Man, that's pretty good, though.

Canadiest

This is the craziest thing I've read from these idiots, and that's saying a lot.

Talking to angels in McDonalds and Leviathon pops up? How'd he fit? But he got some chips and left so you set up a play date? You wear swords all the time or what? Holy F'n retarded fan-fiction!

Lazlo

woah, this story kicked ass XD

Sweet Zombie Jesus!

Okay, now *that's* scary. And he misspelled "Leviathan".

Leo

I wonder if the employees working at McDonald's saw you as an insane person? Probably.

ireadabouttheafterlife

Okay, when you take acid -- please remember, it's not real.

Educated Stupid

Nightangel1282

Okay, you see these pretty little pills? I want you to take about ten and call me in the morning.

Ahab

I think you've got your Mastodon albums mixed up. Crack The Skye is the one where they're all tripping on acid and fighting mythical creatures, not Leviathan.

apenpaap

Yeah, LSD can do fun shit.

Mike

Cripes, this guy is a total demon-killing n00b. Everyone knows you use chainsaws and rocket launchers to fight demons, not swords...

ConCat

He just lost 50 DKP.

Two guys talking to an angel in MacDonalds. It would be in the news.

vivaaasam

talk about an acid trip!

Infidel

That's quite a bathtub you've got there Mr. Crazy

TheObservantOutsider

Victory! You gained 11 exp
nautical has leveled up!
angel has leveled up!

You found:
12 gold
a rusty dagger

bkb

Late afternoon. Inside a suburban McDonald's, Nautical and his wife wait their turn in line, staring up at the menu, contemplating the McNuggets or the BigMac. Having settled on the BigMac, Nautical's wife's eye drifts to the next line over where she spots a familiar face.

Nautical's Wife (whispering): Honey -- Isn't that Michael?

Nautical (still looking up at the menu): What's that?

Nautical's Wife: Michael. You know, the angel. Look: over there.

Nautical looks to his right and sees the familiar visage of his heavenly friend and fellow fast food junkie, Michael: Angel of The Lord.

Nautical: Heh. I'll be damned. Yeah, that's him. (Stepping out of line, towards Michael, with mock scorn) Hey! I thought I smelt a Wingnut! (Michael, taking a step to the front of the line and readying to place his order, looks to his left and sees his old friend Nautical. A full grin overtakes him. To accent Nautical's jibe, he lightly flaps his wings.)

With the orders placed, the three now occupy a corner booth. Michael and Nautical's wife are engaged in conversation while Nautical lazily stares out the window, towards the sunset, towards his hotel.

Michael:... And so yeah, that was pretty much the last time I saw her. I didn't even want to go out that night but some of the guys said I needed to get out and then of course, wouldn't you know it, the one bar we pick I run into her.

Nautical's Wife: Well, it's good you at least got out. I mean, yeah, that's too bad you had to run into her, but you have to start living again, Michael.

Michael smiles and nods. They pick at their fries and sip from their drinks. Nautical continues staring out the window.

Michael (suddenly): Oh hey -- you know who else I ran into that night?

Nautical's Wife: Who?

Michael: You won't believe it: Leviathan.

Nautical's wife rolls her eyes. Nautical, meanwhile, with a determined look suddenly on his face, looks directly into Michael's eyes.

Nautical: Did you say 'Leviathan'?

Michael: Yeah, and he was utterly wasted. Stumbling all over the place, talking vile jibberish. If only I'd had my sword that night, I swear (laughs)...

Nautical slurps the remains of his Coke and firmly places the empty cup onto the middle of the table.

Nautical: I want in.

Michael: In?

Nautical: I want a crack at Leviathan.

Nautical's Wife: Honey...

Nautical: Pipe down, Deb. (Nautical's wife meekly looks down and picks at her apple pie.)

Michael: Come on, Nautical. That's crazy talk. What happened between the two of you, that's, that's ancient history. Let it go, man.

Nautical (determined): You owe me, Michael. Who covered your ass and played the part of smiling alibi when Peter wanted to know why you weren't answering your cell when you were supposed to be on duty last month? Be a damn shame if he found out it's because you were trying to patch things up with Alison on God's dime, wouldn't it?

Michael: Christ, Nautical. Come on.

Nautical's gaze remains fixed and determined. Michael thinks briefly then exhales.

Michael: Fine. But this has got to be quick. I've got to be back on patrol no later than eight.

Nautical allows himself half a smile.

Nautical: Deal.

Michael: All right. Then we better get a move on. Give me a ride back to your hotel, I want to see what we're dealing with in terms of space. After I get a look at the premises, I'll run quick up to heaven and see what Gabriel's doing...

Back in the dimly lit hotel room, Nautical's wife sits worriedly on a chair by the door, nervously crocheting a toaster cozy. Suddenly there's a knock. Nautical's wife stands and answers the door. Michael and fellow angel Gabriel stand on either side of the ancient sea demon, Leviathan. Leviathan has obviously been drinking and is being held up by the angels.

Leviathan (slurring): Hey, Deb. Long time no see. (Looking into the dark room.) I thought you guys said the joint'd be jumpin'.

Michael and Gabriel lead Leviathan into the middle of the dark room. Michael looks to Nautical's wife. She nudges towards the closed bathroom door.

Michael: Uh, this way Leviathan. I think the party's in here...

Michael and Gabriel lead the stumbling Leviathan to the bathroom door.

Michael (to the closed bathroom door): Uh hey. It's uh, it's Michael and Gabriel. We're here.

Slowly the bathroom door opens. A wall of steam arises from the freshly filled bathtub. With a cool, easy strut, the shadowed figure of Nautical appears.

Nautical: Why hello there, Leviathan.

Leviathan's beady eyes widen while a panicked cry emits from his lungs.

Leviathan: Noooo!

A coy grin overtakes Nautical's face.

Nautical, Gabriel and Michael draw their swords.

Nautical: Let's play...

FADE TO BLACK

Headache

As if we need more evidence for the fact that McD food is crap and makes you sick.