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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:42 pm
*Grunts loudly in reply and winces as she continues to get dragged. Shoot three arrows into the shadows and a thud is heard.*
*Lays panting loudly.* That's Seventeen. Don't see anymore here. You? *Sits up to pull the chain off of her foot.*
(Sorry, need to dip. Really Early morning. Kick a** if you wanna. XD A tie would make it more exciting.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:42 pm
::gets jumped from behind by one last thug. Flips him over her back and he busts through a crate::
Sixteen! Yeah, I guess that's good.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:44 pm
*the warehouse and thugs fade and they are left standing in an empty room*
Very impressive.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:46 pm
::rubs her shoulder::
::grumbles a bit about losing::
Thanks for helping us out, Amadeus.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 8:48 pm
No problem it was fun to stretch my programming muscles.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 8:33 pm
*Walks into the cyberdome and starts typing in different programs to see how the wall was blown out in the Civic Center. Trying to explain the rubble.*
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