AMEN XXVII: You all saw it, the orphanage attacked US!

[happyturtle]

Turtle looks at Darkcomet. "Um, what?"

[Darkcomet]

Back at that place with the turrets.

He cringes at the memory of turrets.

And I mean for me. Draken very nearly killed me after I got back.

[happyturtle]

"Yeah, you were right." Then something sinks in, and she whirls on Magtok. "Wait a minute, Draken is from HERE?! He's one of you? You sent him after me?!"

[Lord Magtok]

Forget him, it's just a post-traumatic stress disorder, he'll be okay.

Magtok makes a mental note to make a room in the base identical to the one from the plawt, and shove DC in it later.

Wait, what? No, I never sent him! That was all his ideas and such, I was against most, if not all, that he did. But he is, or was, if he's dead as I presume, an Associate.

[Darkcomet]

"Yeah, you were right." Then something sinks in, and she whirls on Magtok. "Wait a minute, Draken is from HERE?! He's one of you? You sent him after me?!"

Technically, he is from here. He has his own plans and stuff though, he doesn't really act with us. Hell, I probably hate the bastard as much as you do.

[happyturtle]

Turtle advances on Magtok in a menacing manner, despite being unarmed.

"Did you send him after me?" she asks in a very calm tone, while attempting to look him in the eye.

[PirateMonk]

"Magtok didn't do anything. You brought Draken on yourself."

[Darkcomet]

Draken does what Draken pleases. He hates everyone. He wouldn't listen to Magtok.

[Lord Magtok]

I contacted him about the wedding, and was under the impression that any part he'd play would be carefully regulated and controlled by myself. He was supposed to only prevent excessive damage at the wedding, provide magical back-up. Nothing else. I didn't take any sort of joy from getting my cheek torn out, Happy.

[happyturtle]

"Oh, but I did. Quite a bit. I can still remember exactly how much pleasure it gave me." Turtle runs one finger down Magtok's face. "You might want to remember that. Maybe that will give you some incentive to keep Draken from ever trying to get into my head again."

[Darkcomet]

Darkcomet will noticeably cringe every time someone says "Draken". Or "turret". Maybe "Kaela" and "Lightning" too. Poor guy was scared to death back there.

I'd help with that, but...

*FLASHBACK*

I believe, it is about time you go back to the heavens, right, Comet?

Draken uses telekinesis to ram DC into the ceiling.

But it seems we have something interfering with your return home. This cannot be right?

/FLASHBACK.

He cringes. A lot. He then whimpers,

I hope he's really dead...

He then walks off, shaking.

[sheepofoblivion]

Ya know, I can contribute a little to this, (and Maggy, no one really kills you here, because 1, they don't feel like it, 2, you're always in a cardboard box, 3, it's a new crowd, 4, you're not around, or 5, we're not around...)

how draken pisses me off with the whole elder evil thing... but.... I really have no idea what the hell you guys are talking about with weddings, turrets, tourettes, glog, and elder evils. Seriously.

Anyway, my "I'm significant, screamed the dust speck" rant will soon come to an end. And so it has.

Sheep ends with a flourish of his right hand, decapitating DC in the process with a blade which looks strangely familiar to those who have the privilege of playing the awesome Assassin's Creed.

[Darkcomet]

Too late. DC's already gone.

[sheepofoblivion]

okay.... sheep then does another flourish, this time decapitating PirateMonk

[happyturtle]

Turtle's player pops in. "Hmmm... I know you guys have an ongoing cartoon here, and the steamrollered turtle should have long since re inflated itself and forgotten everything, but it seems that Maggy, Turtle and Darkcomet are trying out some bizarre concepts called 'roleplaying' and 'continuity'. They usually confine it to plot threads, but a little of it has leaked into the main thread. Ever so sorry. Hope you can overlook it this time, and I'll try not to let it happen again."

[sheepofoblivion]

oh, nah, it's cool, I actually just said that so I lure an angry, or apologetic player out so I could kill them. You see, I replaced my player with a magic 8 ball, so I can just do whatever the hell I want.

Sheep them takes this moment of opportunity to shove a vial full of particularly nasty poison down Turtle's throat.

[Boo]

Benny peaks out of Magtoks box again to see if anyone wants to play house.

[happyturtle]

Turtle sneers at Sheep. "Barbarian, you dork. I can make any fort save you can dish out."

Turtle's player continues: "Anyway, I wasn't planning on her spending the night at AMEN, but I guess Magtok isn't going to finish this conversation until tomorrow. So if you lot could kindly refrain from murdering her while her player is asleep, I'd appreciate it. After all, she doesn't know yet that she's in AMEN's cloning system, and I'm sure Magtok has a much more dramatic reveal planned than having her respawn after a cartoon murder. So goodnight, everybody."

[Darkcomet]

Darkcomet returns, still looking shaky. He looks at Sheep.

Don't...
Even...
Try.

[sheepofoblivion]

I meant to write Turtle's player, but I didn't... meh, a perfectly good opportunity wasted. I can however do this. *waves to all of the players* Now that the 4th wall has been broken... *shoots Turtle's player*

[Darkcomet]

The bullet flies back.

DC:

DC's Player:

Hi! I just made an unstable telekinetic guy reflect your bullet back at you!

[sheepofoblivion]

sheep is shot in the foot. Okay... that was random.

[Darkcomet]

You bet!

Now. Don't try anything.

[sheepofoblivion]

eh, I don't see why I would... I mean it's all just a contest to see who can out-godmodd the other.... but... what if....

sheep casts a spell, making an explosion blossom in DC's chest, killing him before he can think.

[Darkcomet]

DC preemptively telekinetically slams Sheep as a warning.

I am not in the mood.

Seriously, he isn't. You should listen.

[sheepofoblivion]

before he can, sheep casts several protective spells on himself, and shoves a sword through DC's head.

[Darkcomet]

Melee'ing him? Haven't you learned?

Telekinetic dodge. He floats out of range.

Grr...

DC rips the guns out of... Wherever he put them last time. You now have a large number of floating guns pointed at you.

BLAM.

[sheepofoblivion]

the guns fall to the ground around sheep, and he sends DC flying into a bed of razors which he prepared for this special occasion.

I realize the stupidity of this, but I can't stand it when people just godmodd to their every whim so that they can simply walk over everyone else because no one really wants to get into a confrontation about this kinda stuff, but I'm here to tell you that it's retarded to not die. At all.

[Darkcomet]

Sending him flying? Still not a good idea. Ka-stop.

DC doesn't bother anymore and floats off.

((There. An opportunity. Happy now?))

[sheepofoblivion]

not really. DC will find a dagger in his lung.