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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:16 pm
Andreas failed to break the stick. Whether it was because the stick was unusually strong or because Andreas' blood loss was not clear. He did, however, prevent that arm from pulling away from him.
The snowman's other two pairs of arms joined in the struggle.
Ro jumped in and assisted Andreas in the tug-o-war for the hat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:35 pm
Arthur pulled the stick through the beetle's blood, then cried "Look out!" and rushed forward. He brought the stick up in an arc and then struck down upon the hat, hopefully spreading some beetle blood onto it and lighting it on fire.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:50 pm
Andreas shoved the hat off his face as the stick slammed down upon it.
"Careful!" he attempted to yell. It came out much fainter than he'd hoped.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:22 pm
Henry was almost paralyzed, but he had a flaming stick. He struck it on the stick that was wrestling with Andreas just as Shepard slammed an axe kick onto it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:00 pm
Ro released the hat to avoid having acid spread upon him.
The snowman's arm snapped in half. Henry caught the hat on fire and it began to burn slowly. The snowman growled as large chunks of snow began to fall from it.
It attacked Henry viciously.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 4:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:19 pm
Henry yelped and jumped back, just barely clearing the fire.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:43 pm
Arthur rubbed his flaming stick into the hat. "Come on, come on, come on," he murmured, wondering if this counted as killing an intelligent being.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 10:35 am
The snowman snatched the hat away from Arthur and put it on it's head, still aflame. Small portions of snow were melting away, but it remained mostly intact.
The snowman took the hat from it's head and slammed it in the snow in an attempt to extinguish it. It didn't work. It tossed the hat aside and swung an arm at Arthur.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:51 pm
Arthur more or less was forced to take the blow; he crumpled into the snow, winded and firey log-less. He tried to crawl away, but he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him, which made it difficult.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 5:52 pm
NativeForeigner Cain landed, like the others, on a thin air cushion, saving him from a deadly fall. A few bright-orange beetles scurried away from him. The door marked "1" had a cold draft coming from it. Cain gasped as he expected to finally hit the ground, and then opened his eyes slowly to find himself floating just above the carpeting. He slowly moved his arm downwards and touched the floor lightly, then attempted so with his feet. As his weight shifted to the floor, the air that was keeping him floating seemed to dissipate, and he was now sitting on the floor, chest heaving. He closed his eyes tight and swallowed, and then opened them abruptly to look to the door that the draft was floating from. The insatiable curiosity that had him before swallowed his conscience yet again, and before he knew it he found himself walking confidently towards the door.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 6:54 pm
The snowman grabbed Arthur's leg and began to drag him back, gripping tightly.
The door in the center of the shelter burst open as a new figure strolled through.
The snowman's gaze turned to Cain. It threw Arthur at him.
The door closed quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:07 pm
((Since this isn't moving......))
Cain failed to move out of the way in time and was knocked off his feet by Arthur's flying body.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:04 pm
Arthur rolled over him and tried to regain his feet, but it was difficult in the snow; he was getting a little cold already and his wind had still not returned. Being thrown hadn't helped.
"Help?" he desperately gasped with whatever remained of his breath.
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