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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 5:59 pm
Generating map, please wait...
Error! Please try again.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:01 pm
Altair is signing up to play Game 5 for Fitness
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:04 pm
Finally he was going to get to play a round with his ghoulfriend, finally! With a bit of a predatory sneer he pulled his helmet over his head, before helping Junko with her own armor. Shouldering his weapon once everything had been tightened and adjusted. Gentlemanly maybe, but it had given him an excellent excuse to lay his hands on her, and that was steadily becoming something of a mounting goal.
"Let's kick some a**, J."
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:10 pm
Team 1
1. Christof
2. Junko
3. Damien
4. Seiji
Team 2
1. Jericho
2. West
3. Nuk
4. Altair
Fitness gets first move.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:10 pm
Generating map, please wait...
Complete!
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:13 pm
Damien shrugged off Bul heavy arm, he didn't need the pettings right now, not after than painful loss for fitness. "Hey Bul." he said after a moment of silence. "I'm going out there to restore Fitness honor, wish me luck, we'll finish this convo later shy guy."
He grabbed his gun that was beside his armor plate and dashed off onto the field, ready to kick anyones butt. But he had to play it smart and be stealthy. His codename.
was dogsnake and he had a cardboard box.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:16 pm
Junko was still rather upset. She had failed her team. Last ghoul standing, she had the flag, she was almost there...and she let Mandy shoot her down. And on top of that she had been a total jerk about it. She wasn't about to let that happen again. So now Junko stood, arms crossed, armor secure and helmet on. She'd let Seiji help her, though she was pouting and grumpy the whole time, hair twitching with irritation; it wasn't Seiji she was irritated with, it was herself. She'd cost Fitness the last game, and this time she definitely wasn't going to let that happened.
She flicked the visor down on her helmet so she could pout in private, eyes flickering up toward Seiji. "Mm." She replied, picking up her gun and holding it in her hands. This was practice, which was good but...she wasn't going to take it lightly. She hadn't landed a single shot in that last game. If Junko had just been a little faster, or if she'd just had a little better aim...
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:20 pm
West had missed... well, he had missed a lot. He had really only witnessed a bit of the end of the first match before wandering off to get a sandwich. But now he was back, the sandwich was eaten, and he was ready to fight. He didn't care which team he was on, as long as he got to shoot someone.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:22 pm
Everyone was checked and double checked to make sure they were fully sober and aware of their surroundings, before Riley returned to the tent to watch the practice match. There would be no hallucinations this time. She disappeared just as the fog drifted down into the trench, filling it with pure fluffy white goodness. It almost hesitated as it felt the presence of Junko within.  Now taking movements for Round 1!
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:22 pm
Demi and his cardboard box disguise was perfect.
even though it had no way to look around other than popping out to look. It was still perfect for this game. It was a flawless tactic in his head, who would watch the box wit the muzzle of a paintgun sticking out of it?
His scurrying to get into a favorable position has halted with the thump of cardboard on a solid surface. Crap! it was too early for a enemy encounter! "who's there, friend or foe?" he queried out muffled by the cardboard barrier between them. Popping his head out he saw the form of Seiji above him. "Opps, sorry about that. err.... your an ally right?"
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:25 pm
Nuk rolled his shoulders a little, grumbling under his breath about the headache he had and how crack sucked balls. Never again. This time around, things would be different, he was sure of it -- now that he had realized his own 'mortality,' he didn't feel like throwing away the game. He hadn't appreciated getting shot, nor had he appreciated losing. He'd had the flag in his hand... victory had been close, had it not been for those two other ghouls. But he blamed that on two vs one, and the fact that he'd dropped his gun. That could hardly be considered his fault, c'mon.
Cracking his neck a bit, he looked around at the rest of his team, canine teeth gleaming a little at the lineup. Definitely couldn't complain about this... now they just had to win. It'd be rather embarrassing if some of the most tough boils in school lost.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:30 pm
Fog. Mrrgh. West moved forward, quickly but cautiously, his gun braced across his chest, ready to fire. He thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye, but he managed to ignore it, snarling to himself as he stopped and tried to determine his position.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:32 pm
He had to win this time. He had to. There was no question in his mind. The tie had been a fluke- so far every game he had played in, his team had won- he wanted to make sure it stayed that way. Mistress wold be impressed. So impressed she would hug him and congratulate him and fawn over him the way she did that useless Dragon...
He needed an edge. Just as the fog began to creep back over the field, he made a quick errand, finding where Barth had dozed off for a short moment- just long enough for him to grab something the Hunchback deemed vital to his mission.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:35 pm
A bump on his leg had the ghost glancing down at a rather large cardboard box and he couldn't help but blink at the thing before Demi popped his head out to ask about his alliance. "Really dude?" He stared back down at the younger boil, a rather deadpan expression clear on gray features.
While he did appreciate being on a team with his ghoul, it hadn't escaped his notice that the other group was made primarily of roughneck guys. While he himself could boost of being on the tougher side, he had his doubts for certain other team mates. Futakunchi-onna's excluded. She'd made it pretty damn far in the last match.
He draped his arm around said ghoul's shoulders, waiting for their signal to move out. it was then that something occurred to him, and he took a moment to drag Junko's visor back up so he could peer in at her. "No pouting, baby." He flashed her a grin. "That's your rule, remember?"
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demon_pachabel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2011 6:38 pm
Shehk waves her pom poms and does a barrel roll.
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