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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 13, 2007 14:14:27 GMT -5
Magatsu comes jumping through a hole in the celling above the bar, lands behind the bar, and puts out the stash of burning drugs that made everybody hallucinating.
He then jumps on top of the bar, hurling his retrived sword around like a mix between a windmill and an insane ninja.
"There is NOOO tank in the basement! The bar is in the basement! The tank can't climb stairs, it's too fat, it would get stuck!" He shouts, voice craking becouse of the drugs and the sprint back and forth from the harbour.
He finishes by falling backwards behind the bar once more, there is a sound like someone pouring out several bottles, then a high yawn, then silence.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 13, 2007 19:41:17 GMT -5
Priz calmly walks down the street between all the children playing in the sandbox with their toy tanks. With a grimace on his face, he walks over to Vito, shoots him in the head in such a fashion that insures he is undoubtubly dead, dresses his body in a trench coat, and throws it onto the helicopter on the roof. He then procceds to do the same to DJ and Axe, making sure they are dead, and wrapping them in black trenchcoats. He stops for a moment, as if wondering what to do next, then places a set of sunglasses on all of them. For good measure, he ties, handcuffs, welds, and locks the bodies on the inside of the helicopter, in a fashion that makes it reek of unescapable. Anything and anyone in the helicopter will never be able to leave again without a set of keys. As if reconsidering, he returns to the helicopter, and hooks up a series of mines that detonate if something so much as moves.
Searching the bar, he finds every single Katana hidden away, every lazer beam, tank, cache of ridiculously impossible weapons and hand grenades,and nuclear devices, and adds them to the severely overweight helicopter. With that, he starts up the chopper, arms all the nuclear devices, and watches it fly off in the direction of the city limits. A few minutes later, a bright flash is seen, and the helicopter and it's contents are completely incinerated.
With a satisfied sigh, he goes back into the bar, digs up some building supplies, and begins reconstruction. After something vaguely resembling a wall and door is built, he walks outside, mindful of the few zombies starting to show up, and hangs a sign on the door.
It reads:
No More Fucking Trenchcoaters! Anyone Who Breaks The Laws Of Reality Will Be Severly Dealt With!
He goes back into the bar, and very happily, sits down for a drink.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 14, 2007 1:43:15 GMT -5
Magatsus head sticks up from the darkness under the bar, he looks confused for a moment, wondering where the bunch of mad cowboys went. He thens sees the looming figure sitting at the bar, he rises with a big smile on his face, eyes tearfull of joy.
"Freee sakehh fooor youu!" He shouts, climbing over the bar in a not entirely stable fashion.
He throws some bullets at the barkeep trying to push him of the bar, and falls shoulder first on a stool, ending up on his back on the floor. "SAKE!" He shouts once, resulting in angry looks from all over the bar, and a bucket of water in his face.
He then calmly rises back up, sits on one of the stools, leans forward towards the barkeep and asks him to please get him a glass of water, and the nice figure a few stools away whatever he wants.
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 14, 2007 6:47:26 GMT -5
The DJ comes downstairs covered in soot.
"Hey bud! Hands off me next time!!!", the DJ shouts to Priz. "And you owe me for destroying my helo, you prick!"
The DJ proceeds to the radio and mutters something about an idiot destroying his helo. In a few minutes, a loud thump is heard on the roof, along with a loudspeaker in the distance. The voice on the loudspeaker says, "DJ Spinbad. Your Huey Cobra has arrived. Try not to destroy it this time. And don't pilot it near the quarantine walls or it will be shot down. Thank you."
The DJ turns to Priz.
"Touch that helo and you're dead. Got it? By the way...my cases are completly fire proof. Lucky they won't get destroyed in the fire."
The DJ heads up to the roof and begins throwing cases covered in soot down the hole. The cases land next to the DJ's equipment.
"Oh...and did I mention I have a lot more cases buried all over the city? I guess you forgot about that...By the way...before you ask me how I escaped that copper, let's just say...I hit the eject button."
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 14, 2007 7:18:35 GMT -5
Actually i think it was ment as the subtley way of saying "Stop playing around in the RP section, and stick to the rules"
So basicly, you dont have any choppers, any tanks, big guns suddenly appearing from bags and boxes that weren't there before.
My sword would be an exception, since i've earlier said that i had one hidden in a life-raft down in the docks. Then this cowboyish firefight thing occured, or rather didn't, since it would mess up things a lot if it did, and would ruin things for those of us that like to roleplay.
If you think about it, that was a nice warning from Pris...
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Jun 14, 2007 11:16:06 GMT -5
((OOC: *Sigh* Where's Mel? She's the mod of this board...let's see what her take on this is...))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 14, 2007 12:12:18 GMT -5
aha, thats how you do it... ((OOC: she wrote about the same thing one page back, at least i think she did... sorry about being kinda pissed, my cat has been gone for almost 24 hours, so im kinda worried... I agree, we can wait for her oppinon. Peace out!))
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 14, 2007 13:53:17 GMT -5
"Basically, stop acting like you're freaking Rambo, MacGuyver, and God all rolled into one handy dandy little DJ. You can't kill anyone and anything just because you can write youreself doing it. I don't give a damn myself; I enjoy watching the chaos, but it does seem to bother others. On the other hand this is freeform RP and I guess the only real rule is "don't be a dumbass," where dumbass is, of course, entirely subjective."
Leon gives a startled cough and continues
"I mean...Graaagh!"
He reaches through the bars and swipes Magatsu's katana, then begins gnawing on the sharp side, accidentally sawing off half of his own face. Although not obviously in pain, Zed-Leon gestures at the liquor on the wall and begins clanking his cup against the bars again after sheathing the katana by driving it through his leg so it rests as it would if he actually had somewhere to put it.
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 14, 2007 15:40:27 GMT -5
"Where did he get that katana?!" Magatsu stares in disbelief at Leon, and his thigh cheated katana, he looks at his sword, who is in fact a Chinese one, looted from one of the earlier raids with the Regina Spektor. "There was a katana in my pants!!!?" He shrieks in a bewildered panic, and starts running through the room trying to take his pants of, resulting in a uncomfortable pile besides a table that seconds before hit him in the forehead during the fall to the ground.
The swords goes flying and ends up only god knows where, and the content of the beer bottle standing on the table pours down on his neck, washing away the other stains he had there. He is bleeding slightly from his forehead, and mumbling something about seagulls and penguins...
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 14, 2007 17:35:10 GMT -5
((Wow, 52 pages before it came up ... I'm impressed!
Okay, here's how I see it. The zombie attacks? Within reason. It happens. The alligators? Kinda funny. The russian chess playing machine? Weird. Just weird. But harmless, I hope.
Leon in a cage? Priceless.
What I worry about is situations that completely negate anything other players might do, and/or completely ignore the general set-up or damage it irreparably. I've mostly dealt with this by skipping over anything completely outrageous, and just carrying on with the everyday setting.
You guys want to play with hard-core hardware, and that's cool ... but as far as I'm concerned any situations involving tanks, helicopters, or Great Cthulhu rising from the depths to suck out our souls like escargot from fleshy shells ... we could do without. ))
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 14, 2007 17:56:36 GMT -5
Leon the deader attempts to extend his meager vocabulary to include:
"Cthhhhh....Cthhhh....Graaaaa Ghthooyoo" then resumes smacking his forehead into the bars over and over, clearly eyeing the rum.
(well said, Melody. Uhm, why's my karma at 15? has it faded?)
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Jun 14, 2007 18:25:56 GMT -5
Actually i think it was ment as the subtley way of saying "Stop playing around in the RP section, and stick to the rules" So basicly, you dont have any choppers, any tanks, big guns suddenly appearing from bags and boxes that weren't there before. My sword would be an exception, since i've earlier said that i had one hidden in a life-raft down in the docks. Then this cowboyish firefight thing occured, or rather didn't, since it would mess up things a lot if it did, and would ruin things for those of us that like to roleplay. If you think about it, that was a nice warning from Pris... No, me shooting Vito's laptop and ranting about how anyone defying common sense would have to deal with me were my nice warnings.  That was me being rather annoyed at something I though would die out quickly. I mean seriously. Lazers? Vito calling himself the Punisher (or am I the only one who noticed that)? I can see it probably won't any time soon, so perhaps I shall take a bit of a break. Thanks to everyone in here who doesn't wear black. It's been fun. |
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Post by Leon Silverblood on Jun 14, 2007 18:38:23 GMT -5
ZLeon fiddles with something, unable to get a damned drink. No respect, I tell ya, no respect!
ZLeon's toy emits clicking, humming noises and finally a loud phazer-ish sound erupts from between his hands and he groans. It was a phazer, and ZLeon just shot off his big toe. He then begins zapping things at random with his spontaneously generated futuristic toy, destroying half the stock of liquor, though not setting anything on fire. ZLeon lets out a zombie cackle, then shoots sexualharrison in the groin and Melody in the ass.
He falls over, unable to laugh and stand at the same time. Sliding down the bars he accidentally drops the Star Trek weapon through them and feebly attempts to reach it. He moans.
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Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 14, 2007 22:18:48 GMT -5
((See what I mean?))
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Post by Magatsu Taito on Jun 15, 2007 4:55:31 GMT -5
Magatsu gets up, takes his sword, and kills himself by chopping his head of.
((At least until things return to a state of insanity that is tolerable, then someone can revive me or something...))
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