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 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:30 pm
The footsteps of the assassin revealed his presence to General Rogers. He barely swung his shield down in time to deflect the rising strike of the bayonet, but the blade still managed to swipe his thigh as he leapt back. He could feel the wound sting as he drew his blade out and faced his attacker.
"No one makes me bleed my own blood! Name yourself, for I would like to know who it is I'm about to kill!" Rogers bellowed. The hall of soldiers rose to their feet, the very ground shaking from their movement. Each soldier reaching and grabbing for whatever weapon they could find. The general held his hand up, and motioned for them to stay where they were, he wanted this fool for himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:30 pm
... ten minutes remaining ...
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:35 pm
... Five minutes remaining ...
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:35 pm
Tad smiled. My name isn't important, but my cause is! I am protecting my country from EVIL such as yourself! And be warned... it will be you falling this night. Tad let the blade slight a bit farther through his hand, the "base" resting against his pinky finger.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:40 pm
Rogers smiled, "From what I've gathered tonight, you don't seem to be very smart. You've lost a weapon," He motioned his head towards the dropped pistol, "And you've made an unsuccessful attack in a hall full of your enemies. What makes you think this night will go any better for you?"
General Rogers didn't even wait for an answer, he swung his shield forward, letting it fly from his arm towards the assassin. His projected angle would either strike his opponent or deflect off the wall towards his general vicinity. As the shield flew forward, he lunged, sword in hand, hoping for a quick strike and kill.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:42 pm
... Time limit expired, each combatant will be allowed one final post before program disengages ...
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:45 pm
I have FREEDOM on my side! Tad tried to avoid the shield, but it managed to hit him in the leg, bruising him and knocking him off-balance. He stood again, just in time to dodge the General's sword. He then pointed to a crudely drawn letter on his shoulder. See this letter A? It doesn't stand for BRITAIN! This is America.. and you do not own it! Tad then swung his blade at the General, hoping to stab him (once again) in the chest.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:52 pm
General Rogers felt the cold blade break through his skin and pierce his shoulder. The pain seized him as he swiped at the assassin with his own blade. Before he could attempt another assault, his soldiers swarmed himself and the assassin. He could feel himself lifted off the ground and carried to a nearby table, the blade of the bayonet still stuck in his shoulder. He grimaced in pain and saw the look of anger and worry on his soldier's faces. He watched as they grabbed the assassin and hauled him off towards a cell, "It seems I might have underestimated him."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 10:55 pm
Tad was dragged off to a holding area... to where the guards thought it would be fun to play "kick the dog". Of course Tad was playing the role of "dog" that night. It didn't matter however, he would kill General Rogers. It was his mission; his calling.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:00 pm
Richard entered the Cyberdome with four other people. Three of them were men, and one was a woman.
"2.0, I need a reheashal room, 200 feet by 300 feet, please."
A disembodied but soothing female voice answered. "Welcome, Richard Rider. Processing your request..."
A room formed around them. The room had lacquered hardwood on the floor, walls and ceiling.
"Thanks, 2.0. Now I need two electric guitars, two acoustic guitars, an electric bass guitar, a turntable, and a drum set."
"Please specify what kind of turntable and drum set you would prefer."
Richard shrugged. "Umm...the kind a turntablist and a drummer would use?"
Several strange beeps and tones echoed through the room. 2.0 finally answered. "Processing your request.."
Musical instruments appeared, one by one. Everything Richard wanted was there. One of the men spoke up.
"You forgot something, genius."
"Oh s**t. Sorry, Robbie. 2.0, I need your entire musical library in vinyl records."
Shelves upon shelves of rceords appeared, until there was only enough open space for Rich, his four friends, and the instruments. Robbie sighed. Rich shrugged again.
"Don't worry about it, musclehead. I'll take care of it."
As the others watched, Robbie searched the entire collection using his super-strength and super-speed. He made a stack by the turntable. Minutes later, he finished.
"2.0, please eliminate all the records except the pile next to the turntable." The extra records and the shelves vanished.
"Let's get tuned up and ready so we can rehearsh," said Richard's black-haired male friend.
The five people went to the instruments and set themselves to work.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:13 pm
::Spamming is forbidden here::
: biggrin eploying Anti-Spam Nuclear Lazer Incinerators....::
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:24 pm
Richard waved to Spider.
"Hey, Spider!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:25 pm
*Swats AI 2.0 away* Having a jam session?
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:33 pm
"Rehearsing for tonight."
The woman tuning the bass rolled her eyes.
"Without our regular instruments. Richie's really smart, isn't he?"
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