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InvaderRobby rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 10:35 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:23 am
...元気でこれが奇妙でした。 本当に、当惑させること。 私が意図しているには、誰が葉でボックスをいっぱいにしますか？ 緑の木の葉はボックスからそして床にこぼれました...
それらはほとんどスイレン葉の形の完璧な小さい緑の葉でした...
これは吸いました。 あなたが知っているには、スキップがピストル...か他のような何かを期待していて良い項目〔商品〕...
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 11:41 am
The boot, it mocked him; it heaped its scorn upon him, and his inability to fathom its secret. It just sat there on his foot, laughing at him despite his best efforts to unravel its mysteries and conquer its rebellious... bootesqueries. And worst of all, it was hogging all the pudding pops.
"That's the last straw!" Spaz shouted, "Nobody makes fun of me! Well, besides all those people who call me Spaz, nobody makes fun of me! Especially not a stinking boot!" Grabbing his own ankle, he started throttling the boot while hopping around on one foot. "You damn, dirty son of a stiletto-heeled whore!"
Tripping over the table, Spaz hit the ground and rolled across the floor, still trying to choke the life out of the inanimate boot. Curses and foul epithets flew from his mouth in a torrent of colorfully crude language.
"AAAHHHH!! @#$&#xin;g spaghetti-laced lousy waffle-stomping &*$%-kicking no good military surplus piece of +#*%#@^*%!! TAKE THIS!!" Jumping to his feet, Spaz kicked the table with his booted foot as hard as he could.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 12:05 pm
((MG))
His foot never hit the table; within miliseconds, he was sucked across a vortex of swirling colors and sounds - flying through the air at breakneck speeds. Or...well, he wasn't sure if it truly was air. But it was a wild ride nonetheless. Picking up speed, Spaz could barely make out a humongous black hole in the void. He was headed right toward it...
Was he in space? The void seemed to be endless, but he was on a definite path through the technicolor-bled walls of this gunbarrel...and the inevitable end grew even nearer...what, he wondered, lie beyond it...?
It did not matter...The closer he got to the void, the faster he moved. His skin seemed to peel off of his bones as his body rocketed toward the rift. And, finally, with crushing force, he -
Was back in the room?
Spaz looked around the white room. Everything was the same...except...there were a couple of signs of aging all around the corners, especially in the upper corners, where colonies of spiders set up their webbed forts...
What had just happened? Spaz felt woozy; the trip had given him quite a headache...it was almost like that time he ate a mushroom he found growing in the medicine cabinet in the psych ward back home...
Whatever had just happened...it was pretty feckin' big...
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 12:23 pm
葉に示されたスキップ． それらはほとんど彼をばかにしていました。 おお元気です。 に努力が完全に無駄だったように感じさせないために、彼は葉をポケットに入れて、そして、部屋のあたりを見回しました。 ここに興味〔利子〕の他の何かがありましたか？
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MG Forever rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 12:48 pm
"Urp... whirly... no good for Spaz." Placing a hand on the table, Spaz leaned over and hurled up his lunch. As he straightened, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and shook his head to steady himself. He staggered toward the door, staying on his feet despite the efforts of the psychotic midget clowns who kept making the room sway back and forth. Every step disturbed the thick layer of dust that coated the floor and threatened to send Spaz into fits of sneezing.
As he climbed the stairway--which, except for the fact that it didn't lead to heaven, was not unlike the one Led Zepplin sang about--Spaz felt like he was overlooking something important, some vital clue that he urgently needed to know. There was a bustle in his hedgerow, so to speak, and it was making it hard to concentrate.
He needed to figure out what was going on, and no gerbil-tossing albino sofa salesmen were going to stop him. At the top of the stairs, he pushed open the door and stepped back onto the first floor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 12:56 pm
葉...は別として部屋は空っぽで、本棚の上の良いではなく...
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:02 pm
スキップは少し失望していました、しかし、このポイント〔点〕で本当に重要ではありませんでした。 今、壊れた足でどのように歩くべきか？ 彼は、助ける忍者トレーニングから何かを呼び戻すことができましたか？ 彼の忍者本能は有用な何かを彼に話していましたか？ それらは、彼に彼がなぜそれほど多くの質問をしていたか教えることができましたか？
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:05 pm
((MG))
[Critical +]
Aaaaah...much better...with his thoughts properly aligned, Spaz was able to properly search the...completely empty building?
The hall was silent, a completely different atmosphere than before. Stains covered the walls, and the place smelled really foul. On the bright side...well, there really wasn't any bright side. Yet...
After a quick survey of the room, Spaz noticed that Larry's cell door had been kicked in. No blood covered the floor or anything, but still...Those doors were like solid steel...
To his left, the hall was normal. All the doors were closed that he could see, and things looked normal here...
As for the rest, well, he couldn't tell yet...
[I suggest making a copy of Floor 1 Map with these changes]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:07 pm
知識の途方もない世界を利用して、彼の中の何かが葉のことではるかに興奮しすぎているようになりました。 どうやら、この忍者形式〔用紙〕は以前それらを見ていました。 元気で...多分結局それらがそれほど悪くありませんでしたか？ 彼は確信していなかったが、それを知っていて葉を使うことについての発音されたきれいな堅固無比なもののためのこの忍者...
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:36 pm
スキップはより忍者のそれでの多くで彼の心に調和させました。 何忍者がこれらの葉について知っていて、そして彼がどのようにそれらを「使う」ことになっていましたか？
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:39 pm
What the hell? He'd obviously skipped over quite a large period of time, some sort of wormhole created by the boot perhaps. But how long had he been gone, and what had happened to the patients and staff in the meantime? Somehow he doubted their departure had been pleasant.
Marcus walked over to Larry's door and looked inside. The door was partially crumpled and had been torn off one of its hinges--it looked like it had been hit with a battering ram. Whatever had done this, Marcus did NOT want to meet it. He peered inside the room, looking for some sort of clue as to what had happened. He also kept a paranoid ear out for any sound that might signify that he wasn't alone.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:50 pm
((MG))
[The room is all yours...describe it how you wish it to look, and give yourself one *reasonable* item.]
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 1:52 pm
忍者が「食べてくださいこと」だったと言うように思われた全部...
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 2:26 pm
Vixen was outraged. How dare she miss! Oh, how long it had truly been! For such power to be slightly uncontrolled, well, that was just embarrassing. Yet she had a small victory. Fear was radiating from the other being in the room. This knowledge could be used to Vixen's advantage. If she knew what the other thing was truly afraid of, then she could be manipulative, causing the siren to go this way and that. Static cackled from her as she smiled with glee. The smile, of course, was rather ferocious and sickening, but it was joy that overcame the beast. To kill was to live, and she must live to the fullest.
Poising her hands at an angle, she aimed under the table. The static was buzzing loudly with anticipation; all the energy was waiting to be let loose.
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