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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 12:49 am
Desert South This is the patch of desert directly south of the airstrip. The further one travels south, the more the delicate desert sand gives way to rougher dirt, until one finally finds their way to Forest Y. Forest Y is well clear of the airstrip, and would probably make a good escape route.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:07 pm
Sullivan was riding south, Mozz hot in pursuit.
[Editing is fun!]
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:45 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:49 pm
Vincent ran behind Martian, alongside the moss wave which Martian travelled on. As he ran, he fired a barrage of ten nails at Sullivan's retreating figure. With luck, he'd hit the man's back or head, though since he was running, he didn't expect complete accuracy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:51 pm
((And... because I can. Sullivan may or may not survive this. xp xd ))
"Save me, fool!" Sullivan commanded his steed. A pointless act, he knew- he had long since scooped any coherent thought from the spirit, and it wouldn't know it was even being reprimanded.
Still, it seemed to get the drift. Suddenly shoving forward with its legs mid-jump, it allowed Sullivan to fall off while it flew on ahead. It shot its arms out at its master, wrapping them several times around his torso. Then, its legs shot into some of the moss, actually using the stuff for support.
It had elongated itself to several times its length by now, and suddenly it snapped back to normal, sling-shotting the hapless shaman off into the distance.
"Fuuuuuuuu..."
[Addendum]
And some nails hit him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:57 pm
((and the credits roll.
at the end I can't help but pitcuring the most frightening image of my childhood.
the black screen with the words "BAD END"))
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:59 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:00 pm
Matthias followed closely behind Vincent, just catching up in time to see the insane slingshot meneuver. He stopped running and panted heavily. He wasn't exactly in the best shape, and he'd done alot of running the past few minutes. His watch was brought to his lips as he pressed on it's many buttons. "Foxy Lady this is Big Spender, we need evac asap. Lock onto my signal and Rapunzel let down your hair."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:03 pm
((Looks like team rockets blasting off again!
To quote josh.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:04 pm
After Martian's comment, there was only one quote which came to mind. Speaking with surprisingly good english, Vincent said, "I solemly swear by my office as a crime-fighter that this outrage will not go unavenged. This time, the Joker...er...evil person gave the party. Next time we'll hand out the door prizes." And with that, Vincent prepared to board their helicopter.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:11 pm
The chopper flew in low, dropping the rope ladder off the side of the deck. Not unlike the locks of a fair tale maiden, funny enough. Matthias climbed onto it, followed by his teammates. Once boarded, the technician informed him their target had escaped radar range and was lost. Matthias didn't care anymore, he simply grumbled the order to move out and head back to HQ.
Opening his breifcase again, his face was awash with the magical glow that can only come from light reflecting off pure gold. He looked up and smiled at his teammates.
"Well done Gentlemen."
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:40 pm
James, riding el super bike-o, raced across the runway towards... well... somewhere.
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