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Post by anguis on Apr 17, 2012 22:10:08 GMT -6
==> NA: FLIP THE FUCK OUT
YEAH THAT WORKS JUST FINE FOR YOU
Oh gog oh gog there was a scream and a gunshot and you are FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT because you SWEAR TO GOG you have had this nightmare over and over and over again and EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIE YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST OFF YOURSELF NOW--
You breathe. You think. Who can use guns around here?
-- neuroticAnapsida [NA] began trolling inevitableIntermediary [II] at 00:00 --
NA: What the actual fuck.
NA: Oh gog fuck are you okay.
NA: I heard a sscream and there wass thiss gunsshot and oh gog.
NA: Okay fuck that I'm coming by.
NA: If you got yoursself killed I'm going to murder you.
You clench your fists to keep from shaking and you bite your knuckle to keep from crying. Somebody went on a rampage, you just know it.
You go look for the lawsexual tealblood. |
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Post by aethal on Apr 17, 2012 22:50:58 GMT -6
==> II: FLIP THE FUCK OUT
You are also in the process of FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT
Your faithful CRIME-TOP is now in pieces on the floor, having been shot by you with your INSANE REFLEXES. You spend a moment to remember your fallen comrade before activating TROLLIAN on your COMPU-SHADES to yell at that STUPID ALIEN.
-- neuroticAnapsida [NA] began trolling inevitableIntermediary [II] at 00:00 --
NA: What the actual fuck.
NA: Oh gog fuck are you okay.
NA: I heard a sscream and there wass thiss gunsshot and oh gog.
NA: Okay fuck that I'm coming by.
NA: If you got yoursself killed I'm going to murder you.
Oh great, turns out someone else heard that.
II: relaX i'M noT deaD. it'lL takE morE thaN somE stupiD picturE tO kilL a LEGISLACERATOR.
II: seriouslY givE mE somE kinD oF fuckinG crediT
II: i meaN thE ideA oF mE beinG scareD bY somE stupiD picturE iS inconceivablE anD you'rE waY ouT oF linE foR eveN suggestinG iT.
II: noW i neeD youR helP tO geT revengE oN thiS fuckinG humaN.
II: holD oN waiT he'S sendinG mE somethinG.
II: oH mY goG
[/color] Oh my Gog indeed.[/font][/size] |
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Post by anguis on Apr 18, 2012 15:52:22 GMT -6
==> NA: FLIP THE FUCK OUT SOME MORE
YEAH YOU STILL DON'T SEE A PROBLEM WITH THIS PLAN
You rush around the meteor, taking every transportalizer you see until you eventually end up in Aethal's respiteblock, your chest heaving and a faint gleam of green sweat clinging to your forehead. If you had an EASILY ACESSIBLE MINI HUSKTOP then maybe you would have gotten Aethal's messages and been somewhat pacified. But you didn't have one of thise NIFTY THINGS, and you didn't get the messages, and you have EVERY RIGHT to be flipping the fuck out.
You stop as you reach the would-be legislacerator. Your eyes are narrowed and your hands are shaking. You clench them tighter.
You glare at the BUSTED CRIMETOP.
ANGUIS: What the fuck.
ANGUIS: What the actual fuck happened in here. |
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Post by aethal on Apr 18, 2012 16:04:06 GMT -6
You peer over your COMPU-SHADES, your cheeks having flushed a vivid TEAL. MUSIC can be heard faintly from the COMPU-SHADES. You stare at Anguis wide eyed for a moment.
AETHAL: whaT thE fucK
AETHAL: i... uh... ... ... i tolD yoU thE humaN trickeD mE witH hiS wilY alieN SUBTERFUGE.
AETHAL: mY CRIME-TOP camE undeR attacK bY somE kinD oF alieN monsteR anD i waS forceD tO dispatcH it. B(
AETHAL: herE thE nuB-sucker'S linK iS iN thE trolliaN loG. i waS abouT tO givE hiM somE kinD oF sicK burN abouT hoW hiS planeT iS goinG to diE buT i... ... goT distracteD.
AETHAL: buT i'M warninG yoU thE pictureS mighT laY somE kinD oF animateD ambusH.
You hand ANGUIS your COMPU-SHADES. |
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Post by mohavi on Apr 19, 2012 1:22:49 GMT -6
Here you are, wondering the complex corridors of this hunk of space junk. You have been doing this for how many hours now? A LOT. It is times like these that make you miss your lusus most. Wondering aimlessly from transportalizer to transportalizer. You had mapped these out not too long ago. Writing down which one led to which floor. But, alas, you FORGOT IT. What a thing to do, since you are FUCKING HORRIBLE with DIRECTIONS. Even as a little grub, your lusus would come running to drag you back home after you'd gotten yourself lost in the desert for the hundrenth time in your life. You started to wonder if maybe you would never find your way back to where you even started.
Then there was a noise. Something you could follow.
==> FOLLOW THAT NOISE
It leads you to Anguis' lair, where a slain computer lay dead, it's corpse leaking sparks and nanobits. What has happened here? You stand in the doorway, confused and dazed from your aimless wondering. Right on time to catch the dialog between your two fellow trolls. What timing.
MOHAVI: ....a human did ^^hat no^^....?
MOHAVI: ....they ha^e alien monsters under their control...?
MOHAVI: ....this is unlike anything i'^e heard about them...
MOHAVI: ....tell me more....!
MOHAVI: ....let me see... anguis...!
You, with your lack of proper manners from your years without any trollian contact, rudely just snatch the shades for yourself and put them on. [/font] |
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