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 Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:06 pm
((Which is exactly why I chose it. Hopin for a cameo. 3nodding
And waiting in case someone has a question. I'll wait til tomorrow at the latest.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:19 pm
Richard noticed too. He paused, held up the closed fist, dropped to one knee, and pushed himself up against a tree. His men did similar things, finding cover wherever they could and examining the woods. Richard stood up to follow Cyrill from a distance, prepared to provide support from further behind.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 7:24 pm
((All right, cool. I'm fine with cameos if you think it works okay with your setting. X_X
Be right back, dudes. Dinner time for me.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:08 pm
((Totally kidding, it would make no sense at all. ninja ))
Cyrill made it to the edge of a clearing and stopped, staring in awe. He couldn't look away. He hadn't seen something like this is years.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:17 pm
((Lawls. It doesn't seem like it would make sense, but we don't know anything of the setting yet. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:26 pm
((LULZ))
Richard stared at him. Something was up. He stayed low, slid up next to St. Cyrill, pushing him downward to stay out of sight, then looked, beholding...
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:33 pm
((... beholding YERMOM!!
I've needed to reciprocate the YERMOM-ing for quite some time.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:44 pm
((OH GOSH IT'S HIDEOUS
MY EYES! THE GOGGLES DO NOTHING!
The flow of YERMOM will never cease.
Not as long as Paul survives.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:44 pm
((Damn you to Legion, Venom! I was gonna do that! stressed ))
...beholding the drug camp. They might have expected to see a flurry of narcotized activity, or at least, night guards. But there was nothing.
Well, not nothing.
Bodies. Lots of bodies.
All dead.
They were laid out all around the camp. the position of their bodies indicating that they had been fleeing out of the camp. Somehow, they had all died.
St. Cyrill slid down the slight hill and went to the nearest body, flipping it over with his foot. It was...shriveled. Dried and brittle, like a husk. He shivered and turned to Richard. "Get the men," he called softly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:47 pm
((Hahahahaha, gosh. We're way too coordinated.))
McMullard stared, stared some more, and stared a little more. He stood up subconsciously; there was nothing to hide from. Or at least there probably wasn't. Seeing this, the others stood up. Lt. Hallard began sweeping wherever she could see with the scope on her rifle, and Lt. Monson hopped down after St. Cyrill. McMullard held up, and he made sure most of his men did too. "What killed them?" he thought out loud. "They were ahll running, roight?" he asked St. Cyrill. "I... I don't think it woise to go runnin' ouwt there just yet."
((Also, McMullard does speak like a Brit!
I think that works...))
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:55 pm
((No, we're way too lame. 3nodding ))
St. Cyrill's men came down next.
"No idea," he said, waving a hand. His men spread out, checking all the bodies. No one was alive, and all were similarly drained.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:00 pm
((Ha, I've come to a decision.
If you kill off McMullard, then Hallard will become my new main character. 3nodding
I almost look forward to it biggrin ))
McMullard gave a deep sigh. "This seems loike a terribul idea," he murmured. Lt. Liner and Lt. Tomson both jumped down after St. Cyrill, but McMullard refused to budge. He had an awful feeling. Maybe it was paranoia, but it was better then rushing into something he didn't understand.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:03 pm
((SOMETHING LIKE YER-
A loud crack is heard. Venom3001's head explodes into a lump of gore.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:04 pm
((Like I said, it's random.))
The camp was empty and silent. The wind stirred the edges of the cloth tents lightly. The air seemed oppressively hot.
St. Cyrill raised his rifle, looking around. He gestured for his men to fan out and search.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 9:09 pm
All of the SAS team but McMullard and Hallard had joined Cyrill and his men. They kicked bodies over, checked into tents, whipped around boxes. Bodies, bodies, more bodies. Why wasn't the camp damaged? wondered Richard. Something was wrong here. Very, very wrong. He changed weapons to the M40, glaring through the scope and fanning across the far end of the camp. Maybe something there...?
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