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 Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:50 pm
The gearbox didn't react to the machine gun. It appeared to be unable to see it.
It did, however, react to Michael jumping onto it...
Awesome Point consumed
And ripping off a small cable formed by twisting wires...
Awesome point consumed
Which tore into his hand slightly as he ripped it from the gearbox and severed it with a gunshot. It bucked violently at that, throwing Michael off.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 7:53 pm
Jacobo let the machine gun disappear.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 8:09 pm
Dangit, he was off already. He kept firing over its top to try and bring down more damage.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 7:47 pm
Marten, meanwhile, scrambled for better cover.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 9:57 pm
Marten observed the only other real cover would be to enter the kitchen or another backroom.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 8:02 am
He made a dash for the kitchen.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 8:02 am
Jarik awoke to find some paramedics that were obviously distressed looking the other way. Turning to see what they were looking at, Jarik saw that the wall of the cafe he was lying beside was inexplicably caved in.
...Lying down?
Jarik couldn't remember how he'd gotten into his situation, but when the paramedics noticed he was awake, they started asking him questions that he couldn't really answer given his foggy state of memory.
"Is this yours?" asked one of the paramedics, holding out a ring.
Jarik couldn't really remember if it was, but he decided to take it anyways.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 4:42 pm
As he touched the ring, Jarik's vision wavered, unfocused.
When it came back, he could see the gearbox. He dropped the ring in surprise; it was still there. He picked the ring back up.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 5:12 pm
Michael didn't see much more he could do; he left via a broken window, keeping his gun and eyes trained on the gearbox. He suspected he was going to look kind of funny, but... there wasn't much for that.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:01 pm
Michael heard a clicking noise from a nearby bush.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:08 pm
Ah, crap. He whirled on it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 8:43 pm
A small crab emerged-
No, it wasn't quite a crab. It was a crab, if the claws and most of its body was replaced with a sphere with... a...
Fuse.
Crab!
Bomb!
Crabomb!
Crab!
Bomb!
Crabomb!
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 8:52 pm
Disturbingly, the Crab! Bomb! Crabomb! quickly turned into a mental chant, if not a song. Michael turned to run from it; it was not precisely something he wanted to shoot at this range.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 9:30 pm
The crabomb pursued him with alarming speed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 9:34 pm
Okay.
Michael whirled around and tried to punt the bomb.
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