Into the room stumbled a bimbo with long black hair and alluring but squinty eyes.
"Mmmm... hello boys." she purred, dragging her hands down her exposed DD tits framed by her former navy uniform.
Colin read the name and froze up.
"Greys, get ready! ... Greys?" Chuck asked as the gamer dropped his weapons and fell to the floor.
"Greys get up!"
Colin just laid there, stammering "No" like a spastic nutcase. This bimbo, this huge titted lady strutting towards him, was his DAD of all people!
"What's the matter honey? Nervous?" the bimbo giggled.
"Greys, get the fuck up right now!" Chuck shouted.
"N-No, it's no true! It's not true! It can't be!" Colin shouted in a shaky voice.
"Greys, I swear to God!" Chuck shouted as he raised his shotgun barrel.
The bimbo simply giggled as she seductively inched closer and closer to Colin.
"No, it can't be! No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Colin cried out as the bimbo lunged at him.
Chuck took aim and blew her head to thousands of chunks in one shot, and Colin just stood there with his mouth agape.
"Get your head in the game, fatass!" a survivalist shouted at him as the group proceeded.
Colin wiped his father/mother's blood off his face and shakily lifted his guns, trudging behind and shooting very slowly. His grip grew shaky as the bimbos began to swarm, bringing up images of his father and the bimbos in general: fishing trips, Christmases, birthdays, his graduation, the bimbofication of his neighborhood, the gruesome sight he was right in front of... it overwhelmed him to the point where he could no longer continue and caused to slump to the floor, a bimbo immediately taking her chance and frenching him.
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Game Over: Now thats some s**t to go through.