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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 14, 2012 12:30:15 GMT -6
==> FT: give sis the discsYeah right. Of course you got the discs. Looks like the mailman messed one of them up or something but it's not your problem. Your kid sister wants these friggin' things, not you. You'd just as soon not even have a mailbox. You go inside to greet your sister. [/center] Gail didn't put the discs into her SYLLADEX, since they would probably BREAK INTO PIECES when they were ejected, permanently-weaponized-inventory style. Instead she walked in the front door. Her sis was there, naturally. Practically all that kid ever did was play videogames. Jeez she needed to stop living in a DREAMWORLD, even if giving her these discs would practically wedge her in one forever. Gail had heard stuff about Sburb of course, but she just didn't particularly give a shit.
She raised her hand. The game discs were in it.
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Post by gwen on Apr 21, 2012 0:08:17 GMT -6
==> SS: Retrieve Discs
Or you were going to anyway. That was the plan, and today was the fucking day. SBURB was the game of the century according to some, but you're pretty sure that's a load of BULLSHIT. Ain't no videogame out there you can't throttle into submission. Time, effort, focus, no set of pixels could stand in your way.
But your BIG SIS could.
Your eyes alight on the DISCS in her hand. Disc, singular. The other disc didn't look like it was in the right shape anymore. You'd spit righteous fury at the mailman, but you have BETTER THINGS to do. [/center]
Nonchalantly, Gwen drained the can of red bull in her hand, drinking the SWEET AMBROSIA through a twizzler. The caffeine and other undivulged ingredients of questionable edibility seeped down her throat like a deal with the devil. She was going to need the extra boost.
Gwen shrugged.
gwen: youre not just going to hand them to me are you
gwen: that would be nice
Too nice. BIG SIS wasn't that nice. Gwen wasn't even sure Gail liked her, but she knew for sure that Gail liked to STRIFE.
Gwen chewed the twizzler, now retired from its previous career as a straw. She gripped the cankind--not her weapon of choice, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 21, 2012 10:29:06 GMT -6
==> FT: just hand them to herAgain, this arrow could not be more incorrect if it said that your shades weren't cool. You are not giving the girl the discs, and your shades are, in fact, cool. This is simply a fact. Not that you care. People who try to be cool are giving entirely too much of a shit about what people think. Thinkin' doesn't matter. STRIFING, however, does. [/center] Gail watched her sis down the can of red bull. You wouldn't be needing that shit to keep going, but whatever. Gail wasn't not one to judge. All that sugary sweet stuff, though ... gnrk. Gail prefered not to think about it.
The apartment was tiny and cramped. Not an ideal strifing location.
But then, Gail needed to learn to strife outside of ideal locations. She had her little hovel here. Had to learn to spread those wings on out.
In a flash, her sword was in her hand.
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Post by gwen on Apr 23, 2012 16:01:52 GMT -6
==> SS: Hide behind the couch and cry
Fuck that noise. Sure, BIG SIS is as crazy about crazy ass STRIFE pwnage as you are about videogames, but that doesn't mean you're going to back down!
Your hardcore un-relenting shitsock obsessive gamer spirit will give you strength.
And red bull. Red bull will give you motherfucking wings.
[/center] Gwen knew all about waiting for an opportune moment, staying on alert, biding her time--she also knew she needed those discs now goddammit. This was the game, and come hell or high water or BIG SIS, Gwen was going to get those discs that one disc.
If she had a choice, Gwen fought from the SHADOWS like a motherfucking ninja. This room wasn't ideal for her either. Scowling, the icepickkind slid into her hand, held ready for stabbity stabbity.
She captchalogued the empty can in her hand, sending another shooting out from her deck at Gail.
Gwen made a mad dash for the discs.
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 23, 2012 16:22:06 GMT -6
==> FT: ready gambits
Your gambits are ALWAYS ready. You're just mad full up on gambits. Gambits like this world ain't never seen. Gambits including your SWORD, and BEING AWESOME AT STRIFING.
You prepare to beat the ever-living shit out of your sister. [/center] Gail rolled her eyes, an expression of unparalleled emotion reserved only for the people she truly cared about, like her sister. In a flash she cut the can her sister had thrown at her, captchalogue'd it, and fired it back with her FUCKIN' GET IT modus, in a movement that took roughly half a second. As her sister ran at her, Gail rested a hand on her hip, another SISTERLY DISPLAY OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, which more or less communicated her DISAPPOINTMENT in Gwen's straightforward strifing.
She stepped to the side in a flash, FASTER THAN THE EYE COULD SEE, and threw out her elbow into her LI'L SIS' FACE. Didn't use the sword, of course. She wasn't gonna CUT HER SIS TO BITS. That would be decidedly uncool.
She stared at her sister, her gaze as impassive and COVERED BY SHADES as ever.
Gotta try harder than that, sister.
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Post by gwen on Apr 23, 2012 17:20:57 GMT -6
==> SS: Scream for the dickens
Actually you only yelped, and it was almost dignified because at least you you YOUTH SCRAMBLED out of the way of the can--and straight into an elbow that most definitely was NOT THERE BEFORE.
Okay, you're pretty sure now that BIG SIS' elbow is made of motherfucking steel.
Ow.
[/center] So that was PRETTY FUCKING LAME, but Gwen learned how to take shit into stride a long time ago.
ELBOW RANGE was good range; the disc was closer than ever before! Gwen reached to grab onto BIG SIS' arm like a RETARDED KOALA, one slip away from CERTAIN BLADEKIND DOOM.
gwen: by the way
gwen: while im here
gwen: what do you want for your birthday
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Post by stacymcbride on Apr 23, 2012 19:16:14 GMT -6
==> FT: maintain pressureYou're kind of impressed by Gwen's YOUTH SCRAMBLE. Less impress that she SCRAMBLES straight into your ELBOW TRAP. Man, that jaw of hers is made of glass or something. [/center] Gail rolled her eyes as Gwen SCRAMBLED ABOUT on Gail's arm, and decided to TAKE LI'L SIS' FOR A RIDE. It was a matter of HOW HIGHLY DEVELOPED HER RETARDED KOALA SKILLS WERE.
Gail FLASHED RIGHT ON OUT the open door of their house and started RUNNING AT FULL SPEED, STRAIGHT INTO THE STREET which was full of MOVING CARS.
Gail gave NOT THE SLIGHTEST SHIT. She started HOPPING ONTO THE CARS with APPARENT EASE.
'Course, if Gwen fell off, Gial would catch her with her fist or something. She wasn't gonna let the kid turn into a smear on the pavement. She did decide to FINALLY RESPOND TO GWEN'S QUERY, however.
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