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Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 9, 2007 0:36:59 GMT -5
"Well, who's gonna play The Turk?" Leon looks around, wondering who actually plays chess here. "Or shall we change the game to checkers?"
(OOC: Anyone wanna start a PM game of chess? lol, that actually sounds like an idea. BTW, I'll remove this tomorrow evening, with or without response. I hate OOC crap on this STRICTLY IC board.)
Without warning a hand landed on Leon's shoulder, the bastard zed having climbed up out of the basement through the trapdoor behind him. Reflexively he jammed an elbow back with no effect but to create a small amount of distance as he moved sideways and pivoted on his feet. Unarmed, he gave another shove with both hands as his mind searched a mental map of the area for anything remotely resembling a weapon. "Shit!" is all he said as he tripped backward over a chair near The Turk and fell onto his back, scrambling backward.
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