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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 25, 2015 21:59:24 GMT -6
I agree with him and say "CHTLKLHLU"
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 21:59:34 GMT -6
I slide between the couch cushions and cry about how I cannot into space. You're crying and lose 2 vision until you stop. |
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 21:59:51 GMT -6
I unscrew the ammonia container and pour it into the bucket, and start to unscrew the bleach container.
"SPAAAACEE!!!!"
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Post by Steven on Sept 25, 2015 22:00:55 GMT -6
"Listen, asshole. I found a dead body, someone has to have killed him. I don't wanna be next."
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:01:18 GMT -6
I agree with him and say "CHTLKLHLU" Hey man. You sound pretty tough for a whacked out, ugly looking mutant guy. Have this. I found it on the ground. YOU GOT A KEYCARD! |
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:02:50 GMT -6
He reconsiders killing himself, and slowly pours the gallon of ammonia into the empty container before adding some bleach to the mix, screwing the cap on tight before it synthesizes into deadly mustard gas.
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:03:00 GMT -6
"Listen, asshole. I found a dead body, someone has to have killed him. I don't wanna be next." Sounds creepy man. Let's work this stuff out, i'll come with you guys. TERRY HINTZ HAS JOINED YOUR PARTY! |
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 25, 2015 22:03:12 GMT -6
I hudle over to the armory.
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:04:10 GMT -6
I hudle over to the armory. Your melty hands drop the keycard on the way there. |
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Post by Steven on Sept 25, 2015 22:04:21 GMT -6
"ok, we should get moving if these pods don't work" I proceed to arm my gun, and move quietly down the hallway
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:05:01 GMT -6
I come over to the dead body and strip it, trying to find any gear that it might have. I also examine it's clothing.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 25, 2015 22:06:49 GMT -6
I go over to the keycard, pick it back up and head over to the armory once more.
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:07:39 GMT -6
I come over to the dead body and strip it, trying to find any gear that it might have. I also examine it's clothing. He has blue jeans, ugly mutilated face, beer belly, 2 wine bottles next to him, and two brand new looking shoes. They're nice looking. Terry rushes over to grab the shoes cause he likes them. |
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:08:22 GMT -6
I go over to the keycard, pick it back up and head over to the armory once more. You fall over and hurt yourself. You're in pain. |
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Post by Steven on Sept 25, 2015 22:08:41 GMT -6
"Hey you! Get up, fag!" I point my pulse rifle at cole, steely eyed
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:09:28 GMT -6
"Guys, check out these shoes. Nice right?"
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:09:28 GMT -6
I slowly reach for my mustard gas, picking it up and putting his hands up. "I don't want any trouble. Do you like space?"
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 25, 2015 22:10:21 GMT -6
I start rolling around in pain ,crying and screaming, but no tears come out. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHJLCLHCCHLD"
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:10:31 GMT -6
I start rolling around in pain ,crying and screaming, but no tears come out. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHJLCLHCCHLD" You now have the energy to get up. |
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Post by Steven on Sept 25, 2015 22:12:27 GMT -6
"Look, we need to work together. This guy didn't just fall over dead. You look like a smart guy. How did he die, exactly?"
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:13:29 GMT -6
"SPACE BITCH, DO YOU LIKE IT?" He reaches for the cap of the mustard gas container.
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Post by Steven on Sept 25, 2015 22:15:45 GMT -6
"WOAH! CALM THE FUCK DOWN! LOOK. LOOK. THE GUN IS ON THE GODDAMN GROUND. JUST CALM. DOWN."
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:16:53 GMT -6
"DO. YOU. LIKE. FUCKING. SPACE? It's a SIMPLE MOTHERFUCKING QUESTION!" He grips the cap.
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:17:16 GMT -6
"SPACE BITCH, DO YOU LIKE IT?" He reaches for the cap of the mustard gas container. HOLY SHIT, TERRY DOES A DROPKICK TO STOP YOUR HAND FROM REACHING THE CAP OF THE MUSTARD GAS! ... But he fails and accidentally flails his head at you at a decent speed. You get hurt a bit in the leg. Then Terry runs away in fear. |
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:17:45 GMT -6
Terry says "Uh... I guess I like space. It's pretty and has comets and planets and stuff."
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Post by Steven on Sept 25, 2015 22:18:03 GMT -6
I tackle Cole, and grab the hand with the jar in it. I attempt to get a good bite on him
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:19:04 GMT -6
I attempt to counterattack vince.
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Post by Zuk0 on Sept 25, 2015 22:19:47 GMT -6
I grap my things and walk over to everybody else.
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Post by QwardTech on Sept 25, 2015 22:20:45 GMT -6
"This is full of deadly gas. Do you like fucking space?"
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Post by YungOnion on Sept 25, 2015 22:21:27 GMT -6
I attempt to counterattack vince. He doesn't even get close to you before slipping on some spilled wine. You hit your non blinded eye and get a bruise. -1 Vis. for 1 hour. |
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