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MG Forever rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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 Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:38 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 7:47 pm
((Team 1))
WOW! Your very own shotgun! That's sooooo sweet! It was black and shiny and pretty and it had ponies and lasers and pasta came out of the handle and -
WOW! A box of ammo! 64 Shells! That's sooooo sweet! They were red and shiny and pretty and they had ponies and lasers......
All in all, you just got a goddamn shotgun. Please tell me that doesn't kick a** for you.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:03 pm
Spaz picked up the firearm, caressing it lovingly with his fingertips. With fluid grace he spun it around with his finger through the trigger guard and flipped it into the air. As it descended he caught it by the stock and held it over his head.
"THIS," he shouted triumphantly, "IS MY BOOMSTICK! A 12-gauge double-barreled Remington, S-Mart's top of the line. You'll find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about $109.95, it's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel and a hair trigger."
He loaded the weapon and slid the strap over his shoulder so it hung across his back, then pocketed the shells.
"That's right, shop smart, shop S-Mart."
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:27 pm
((Team 2))
As the words "S-Mart" left his lips, Spaz heard the giggling again. It seemed Kali did, too...
Suddenly, a hole the size and shape of a normal doorway fizzled away in the rightmost wall of the chamber, revealing a hallway that led deeper into the ransacked Institution...
Whoever "K" was, he certainly did know how to treat folks; always holding the door open, even for perfect strangers...
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:52 pm
Spaz barely even registered the etherial laughter, he was so happy about his new toy. Walking over to Brian's prone body, he grabbed his friend's left arm (the uninjured one) and pulled it over his shoulders behind his neck.
"Come along little fellow, no time for napping or you'll miss the schoolbus." Spaz said in a condescending patronly voice. Hauling Brian up, Spaz got a firm grip on the back of his pants with his right hand and dragged him toward the new door.
"Let's go, girly." He called back to Kali in a strained voice.
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:55 pm
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Posted: Wed May 23, 2007 8:58 pm
((You didn't really think I was gonna leave you, did ya? Spaz wouldn't do that... unless he could get some nachos or something))
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 10:21 am
"Don't call me girly!" She snapped, snapping out of her dazed la-la land where she had been wondering where the ******** the boxes had decided to poof off to. She ran after Spaz, slowing when she came to his side and glaring at him slightly, then stared down the hallway. She came to a dead stop, looking at Spaz. "Spaz, are you sure we should go down here?" she asked tentatively, still looking down the hall."We don't really know what's down there..."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 10:49 am
Spaz shot an annoyed glare at Kali. What did she want to do instead? Wait a couple dozen years for the real estate to develop? Granted, the S-Theory stated that any given location would eventually become a Starbucks during the course of an infinite period of time, but Spaz wasn't all that fond of coffee. It made him hyper and gassy.
"Fine. Stay." He shifted his unconscious friend higher up on his shoulder and continued down the hallway, Brian's feet leaving twin trails in the dust as they scraped across the floor.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 2:13 pm
Kali's eye twitched in annoyance and she ran after Spaz again. "I didn't mean we should stay, I meant we should be careful." she grumbled, staring at the floor as she walked with her arms crossed. Stupid Spaz...stupid brian...How DARE he pass out on them. Pfft, Loser. she was so swirlying him for that.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 2:56 pm
Spaz just grunted and kept walking. Oh yeah, she was about as useful as a prosthetic nose on a brick covered in picante guacamole. God forbid she actually help carry Brian instead of making pointless observations.
He knew they had to be careful, that's why he was keeping an eye out for midget birthday clowns. Those things could come at you out of nowhere.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 4:33 pm
Kali ran a few steps to catch up again. He had surprisingly long legs...She took Brian's other arm, pulling it over her shoulder with great care not to hurt him and helped to lift him. Yeah! Brilliant idea attack! Help, wow such a wonderful concept... She made sure his feet weren't dragging anymore, giving Spaz a look and sticking her tongue out. She knew she had seemed useless, but she was determined to prove the idiot wrong.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 4:40 pm
((Team 2))
The hallway stretched only a short while before turning right, a potted plant in the corner.
From the bend, you could hear...a low grumble...sort of like...an old man unhappy with his Denny's Grand Slam. Hm. Weird.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 4:47 pm
Kali raised an eyebrow at the random plant, then turned her attention to the grumbling. "Uhh...Please tell me that's your stomach Spaz..." She said in a low tone of voice, looking at her companion, hoping he said it was.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:34 pm
"Nuh uh," Spaz replied softly, "that sounded distinctly like an old man unhappy with his IHOP pancake platter." The grumbling came again. "No wait, make that a Denny's Grand Slam. You can tell by the fluctuating bass harmonics."
Taking Brian's arm from around his neck, Spaz lowered him to rest slumped against the wall and slowly crept toward the blind corner. He peeked around the bend, trying to spot the source of the noise without being seen. He was quieter and sneakier than a three-legged carpenter from Kalamazoo.
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