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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:03 am
Well...not everybody. The large stone blocks (were those spikes as well?) that fell from the ceiling smashed down upon tiles 1G, 5G, and 6G.
E13's phone began to ring.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:07 am
E-13 watched as his companions got crushed by a combination of spikes, and rocks.
...Well. There it was.
And now his cellphone was ringing. He looked around, making sure it wasn't the ground rumbling about to swallow him up (nope, definitely cell phone), then took it out of his pocket to check his messages. Or answer a call, if someone was calling.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:08 am
She was going to make it! Through the haze of the poison, E-12 could vaguely remember their purpose for being there. The medkit and pendants. They were only one small step away!
On shaky legs, E-12 started to step towards them. She didn’t see the stone block coming. She actually felt nothing at all. If she’d had a moment to linger she might have thought one final time about her friend E-3. She might have been happy, even.
But no. E-12 took a step towards the prizes, and a boulder fell on her head. Lights out, the end.
[E-12 EXITING to Death ORP Thread]
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:10 am
So this is how it was going to end huh? Hm, with a fellow team member being crushed by a spike, rock..thing just as he thought he was going to finish strong. Figures.
He wasn't scared though. No, he was going to embrace his final moments, and then it hit him. Peace. That's all that was left.
[E-8 is Exiting to the Death ORP Thread]
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:21 am
On the other end, and male voice of indeterminate age, greeted E-13, "An excellent job. Bit messier than I had hoped, but your maneuverings have been extremely helpful in creating a finished map of the room. The janitors will surely be appreciative after cleaning up the leftovers." The man laughed a bit, before resuming, "Go ahead and take your winnings, perhaps you'll even be able to keep them." Quote: The door leading out is functional, and as E-13 steps through it, the blinding blue light once again engulfs him. And this time it doesn't fade, as he finds himself right here.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 3:37 am
E-13 smiled grimly, but didn't answer. He took the medkit and both pendants.
He didn't even want the pendants. And now he had two of them. Well, it wouldn't be so bad, he figured. Everyone here was dead, so no one would know that- his cell phone was ringing again. He checked his text messages.
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s**t.
Now it didn't matter if he gave them away or got rid of them or what. Everyone would think he was the golden ticket to getting their team out of there. Half his team was obliterated, the blue Team's Boss was dead- and... actually, that second part could work out for him, maybe. But it would depend on who was still alive. And what kind of mood they were in. He looked at the door.
On the ground, sure. Under the ground, never.
He opened up the extra medkit, yanking the shuriken out of his leg and stuffing gauze, wrapping, and ointment on everything that was burned or bleeding. He did his best to keep the bandages out of sight. 90 guys on this island, and they all had his name.
Then, supplies in his backpack, he stormed through the door and into the light.
HP: 30
[exit to Event ORP]
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