| written by 4616599 on Nov 30, 2009 16:57 |
 | |  | | I whisper to Jan-R. "Dear CMT vatslime! The smoke grenade you were holding! Use it!"
I continue cowering behind the unconscious Stu-O, and using his pistol empty the barrel into zapping the weak spot. | |  | |  |
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| written by Gligar on Dec 01, 2009 00:34 |
 | |  | | ![]() (OOC: Have a guess what 4.6M wants to do. Go on, guess.)
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As Stu-O collapses, he screams. You know, like Joris-O did a couple of times:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
Al-R just lets out an "Oops" as he collapses, and gurgles as he hits the floor. But he still has that smile on his face.
"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
Jan-R wishes that Joris-O would start shooting, for The Computer's sake!
"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
But she doesn't wait for him, she just fires down the shaft, aiming at the BLUE she can see there.
ZAP!
"-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
Wow, Stu-O's still going.
As with the others, the shot shines in the gloom. It hits the BLUE in the hand, causing him to drop his laser. Notably, he doesn't cry out, the GoGetEm in his veins causing him to not feel, or perhaps not notice, the pain.
"-AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
Oh, come on, he's got to stop soon...
Jan-R makes herself heard over Stu-O's scream. "Die traitor blues! We follow a mission directly from Friend computer!" She frantically tries to get her laser to fire again.
"-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
Any time you're done, Stu-O...
Joris-O whispers to Jan-R... somehow. While still in the vent. Must be a very loud whisper. Especially with Stu-O yelling. "Dear CMT vatslime! The smoke grenade you were holding! Use it!"
"-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
Finally, he's done! Oh, wait, he's... still collapsing? What's going on here? This certainly isn't covered by regulations...
Ah, there he goes.
"a..."
Okay, is he done now...?
(ooc: An overly long gag it may be, but it still earns 2pp. Hey, that rhymes.)
But baqck to Joris-O, who continues hiding behind the now-unconscious, and now-quiet, Stu-O. He grabs Stu-O's pistol and fires it right at the vent's weak spot... ZAP!
Another shiny shot later, and the panel begins to sag under Stu-O's weight.
This causes Joris-O to slip and drop Stu-
Wait a minute, that's not been dropped... it's ben catapulted! The pistol launches itself out of Joris-O's hand, and right into the face of one of the BLUEs - specifically, the wounded one, causing him to recoil and fall over one of his companions, who also drops his pistol!
Turn 118
That leaves one BLUE still with a pistol. He fires.
ZAP!
That shot shines, too. You'd think the laser pistols were designed to be showy or something. Hint: they were.
It completely misses everyone, though.
The weak panel sags even more.
Current status| Troubleshooter | Player | Status | PP | | Stu-O-SUX-3 | Speeder | Down (one arm removed, laser wound to the chest) | 6 (+2) | | Al-R-KRP-1 | Albeyamakiir | Down (broken arm, broken leg) | 12 | | Joris-O-DNK-3 | 4616599 | Wounded (laser wound to the hand) | 4 (minus another four) | | Jan-R-DOL-2 | Granpire Viking Man | Okay | 18
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   | |  | | ![]() I smile, not so forced any more. Maybe, just maybe this will work.
It looks like we won't need that smoke grenade after all! Grinning with glee, I aim back toward the last blue, take a careful shot, the kind I can't miss(I hope not anyways), and close my eyes, hoping to open them to the splattered brains of a stunned blue.
I continue grinning, even if I die. | |  | |  |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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 | written by Speeder on Dec 01, 2009 01:23 |
| | | | ![]() after all the air is out....
my dormant body breathes in, and... smiles.
Then it twiches a bit... smiles again, and resumes doing what it was doing...
That is: remain in place, both knees and feet in the ground, head nearly between knees, and ass up in the air... You know, it may look obscene, but it is just physics, it is totally non-intentional. | | | | |
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| written by 4616599 on Dec 01, 2009 03:27 |
| | | | I back away from Stu-O and the weakening panel, still keeping my head low. Seeing Jan-R about to fire at the last BLUE, and Stu's pistol gone, I take out a can of B3, furiously shake it, and hurl it at the remaining BLUE. | | | | |
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 | |  | | ![]() Anyone living in the shared living space I lived in would be able to tell you I'm rather loud when I'm asleep. I don't snore, I sleep-talk. I may not technically be asleep, but that doesn't seem to matter to me.
"... Mmmngh... peh... pep pep... hn-nn..." I then chortle to myself a bit. "chap chap chap sticky... gurph... GREENbad... commie... beeethreee... unguf... nnngmmm..."
Most of it is unintelligable. | |  | |  |
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| written by Gligar on Dec 02, 2009 00:52 |
| | | | ![]() /usr/pkg/bin/laser --zap --zap --zap
Jan-R's smile becomes more natural.
She doesn't bother to get out that smoke grenade. After all, she already has a laser in her hands. She aims at the remaining BLUE, takes aim, closes her eyes, and fires.
ZAP!
Ooh, shiny. And better yet, it hits its mark, giving the BLUE a laser wound to the head! He falls to the floor of the vent comically.
Jan-R opens her eyes and looks a little disappointed that the BLUE's head didn't explode.
But she's still smiling.
Stu-O may still be unconscious, but at least he's smiling.
His body twitches, and he becomes still again. It's a pity his body is posed like a [DFSR] in a [DFSR] simulator.
Joris-O backs away from Stu-O and the sagging vent panel, staying down low. Still using Stu-O for cover, he pulls out a can of B3, though not to drink. He shakes it and throws it at the incapacitated BLUEs. It rumbles.
Al-R seems to be mumbling while still unconscious... I hope that's not some sort of mutation he's showing there.
"... Mmmngh... peh... pep pep... hn-nn..." He chortles softly. "chap chap chap sticky... gurph... GREENbad... commie... beeethreee... unguf... nnngmmm..."
Hmmm... I see... according to his records, he has a history of doing this... it's a wonder he didn't meet with an accident...
Turn 119
One of the BLUEs manages to retrieve a weapon from his belt: a slugthrower. He manages to aim it up the shaft and fires.
BLAM.
The shot whizzes past Jan-R's left ear and strikes the ceiling above her.
He doesn't get time for another shot before the can of B3 explodes.
BLAM.
The two BLUEs are caught by shrapnel and fall to the vent's floor. Maybe dead, maybe just unconscious.
Stu-O, Joris-O, and Al-R get showered in B3. Delicious.
Current status| Troubleshooter | Player | Status | PP | | Stu-O-SUX-3 | Speeder | Down (one arm removed, laser wound to the chest) | 6 | | Al-R-KRP-1 | Albeyamakiir | Down (broken arm, broken leg) | 12 | | Joris-O-DNK-3 | 4616599 | Wounded (laser wound to the hand) | 4 | | Jan-R-DOL-2 | Granpire Viking Man | Okay | 18
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| | | | ![]() "Noooooooooooooooooooooo! This isn't fair! I deserve some B3 more than all of you!"
Then I leap down the ladder with my tongue outstretched at it's full length, hoping to catch some B3 before I land. | | | | |
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| written by Speeder on Dec 02, 2009 01:03 |
| | | | ![]() The B3 that lands on me trickle between the two sides of my rear...
What? It is physics, or do you thyink that it would climb the higher part to then go down? | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() I snort and splutter as some of it goes up my nose and in my mouth. I don't think it's possible to drink while unconsious... | | | | |
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| written by 4616599 on Dec 02, 2009 02:52 |
| | | | Frowning at the jumping Jan-R, I mumble "I don't think jumping in a vent like this is a good idea..."
I then lick off some of the B3. I really need a hygiene station. I shine my LXi at the Blues, checking for any movement. Satisfied, I go over to Stu-O(trying not to step on the loose panel of course) and attempt to move him. | | | | |
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| written by Speeder on Dec 02, 2009 04:13 |
| | | | ![]() (ooc: you people forgot that the temperature is rising?) | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Dec 03, 2009 01:21 |
| | | | ![]() kill -TERM [DFSR]
When the can explodes, Jan-R exclaims, "Noooooooooooooooooooooo! This isn't fair! I deserve some B3 more than all of you!"
She then leaps down the ladder, ignoring the fact that when Al-R did it, he injured himself, with her tongue outstretched to try to catch some B3.
As she does, Joris-O frowns, and mumbles, "I don't think jumping in a vent like this is a good idea..."
And lands on Al-R with a crunch, causing more injuries.
To Al-R, that is.
Looks like he doesn't need medical attention any more...
(OOC: And Al-R-KRP-1 goes out with not even a whimper... let's have a quick round of applause for our longest-surviving Prime, ladies and gentleclones!
For Jan-R's little performance, GVM gains 1pp.)
Stu-O makes another example of [DFSR] as any B3 that lands on him finds its way into his crevices.
Being dead, Al-R doesn't react when the B3 lands on him.
Joris-O licks off some of the B3 that landed on him. Delicious.
He then shines his LXi over at the BLUEs. They show no signs of movement.
That done, he goes over to Stu-O and tries to move him. It's hard going. (OOC: Speeder, do you want to cooperate?)
Turn 120
Now that people have stopped firing, maybe the vent panel can begin to cool down a little?
Speaking of the panel, it continues to buckle.
If Stu-O is to live, he'd better get medical treatment right now.
Current status| Troubleshooter | Player | Status | PP | | Stu-O-SUX-3 | Speeder | Down (one arm removed, laser wound to the chest) | 6 | | Al-R-KRP-1 | Albeyamakiir | Killed, awaiting recloning | 12 | | Joris-O-DNK-3 | 4616599 | Wounded (laser wound to the hand) | 4 | | Jan-R-DOL-2 | Granpire Viking Man | Okay | 19 (+1)
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| written by Speeder on Dec 03, 2009 01:48 |
| | | | ![]() I fumble into Joris arms.
That mean that he can carry me around all that he wants...
Of course, that means that he was splatered with more B3 too... Altough I hope that he DON'T lick B3 that is on my crevices... Only the tought of it is... EEEEWWWW... | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() I'm still grinning, of course. And bleeding, now. Although, I'm beyond caring, at least for the moment. | | | | |
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