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

[PirateMonk]

"I'll get captured."

[Darkcomet]

What!? No! It was hard enough getting in the first time!

DC does not like this idea.

[PirateMonk]

"What are you talking about? It wasn't hard." PM uses Laser Guided Amnesia on DC to make him think rescuing Decker was easy.

[Darkcomet]

It doesn't work, as DC's mind is advaaaanced.

What, exactly, are you trying to do?

[PirateMonk]

"Uh... give you cancer for being uncooperative. Now get me locked up in the GLoG prisons or I'm going to tell Ayya that you want to play Twister with her. You don't have to help rescue me, I'm sure my fellow Associates have learned to appreciate me over the past twenty seven threads."

[happyturtle]

"Just go and knock on their front door in the main thread and start trashing the place. Eventually they'll drag you off to the holding cells." Decker says. "Skip the visitor's centre. The players who pay attention to it are deadtimed now."

[Darkcomet]

Well, I'm not getting you out.

DC hands him a gun.

Have fun blasting things.

[PirateMonk]

"Okay, just a moment." PM wanders off to find a few things to entertain him while he is imprisoned, then returns. "Okay. Should I go now?"

[Darkcomet]

If you wish. I'm not getting you out. Now, Coplantor might have left the lockpick, but that's about it.

[happyturtle]

"The detention block is to your left and down the stairs from the greatroom," Decker says. "Have fun storming the castle!"

[Darkcomet]

You might find a communicator in the hall!

[happyturtle]

"He won't need it. There are camerazards there now."

[Darkcomet]

Hey, if he got the Holo-Camerazards in...

DC looks like he has an idea.

[PirateMonk]

PM goes off to GLoG.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

Hey, if he got the Holo-Camerazards in...

DC looks like he has an idea.

"There's only the one," Fullbladder mentions warningly. "They can't breed true with the ordinary breeds. One of my greatest failures."

[Darkcomet]

Ah well. Guess I'll just keep trying to get a response on the communicator that got left inside...

[Fan]

"No! I've been Mind Crushed! In America!"

A couple of bombs latch onto the man
"Ahhhh! I'm about to explode! In America!"

[Darkcomet]

DC tries to find the voice.

[happyturtle]

Nice avvy!

[Darkcomet]

((Thanks. ))

Since the voice's player got off, DC goes back to yelling at GLoG over the communicator.

No one's answering...

[Phase]

"Graaaagh!" Phase screams.

"We are AMEN! The Association of the Malicious Evil and Nefarious! We run around commiting atrocious acts of contempt! We are not 'The League of people who talk about what goes on in a rival organization that doesn't exist'! What have you people been doing?!!? Saying things like 'That was fun! I just hope we don't have to do it again!' and 'Foggle boggle! Glog be shmog dog, dawg!' It isn't in the proper spirit of AMEN!"

At that moment, Decker and Darkcomet vanish. They should feel... nothing. They should see... nothing. They should hear, smell, taste nothing.

[Darkcomet]

DC ponders nothing for a second.

Then he flies out, lifting Decker along.

Meh, nothingness is boring.

[Phase]

Phase screams out, before walking away, mumbling something about sensory depravation chambers not being made like they used to.

[Darkcomet]

DC returns to his usual activities, as in watching GLoG for signs of plot.

[Lex-Kat]

The Onion rolls in. Have you seen any thing suspicious?

[Darkcomet]

I have been investigating LaRoth's activities at GLoG, but that's about it, I'm afraid.

He has no idea what he is talking to, as he is still watching the camerazards' surveillance footage.

[Coplantor]

Well, seems like Mr.Platypus, that treatcherous bastard, btought my baby back home. Anyway, that's not the reason why Im here, Im here to ask Lord Fullbladder to create me some bombs, and good ones, I dont want the ones that goes BOOM! I want the ones with the KA, the KA-BOOM! ones, and lots of them. Feel free to create any sort of extra magical extra special bomb with extra-particular-yet-efficient-effect-if-applied-to-a-very-narrow-amount-of-situations bombs.

Nice new avatar DC.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"Creating bombs is hard."

Fullbladder appears, smeared in grease and looking very much like a wrench monkey. He's obviously been working on something. His voice, as he begins to talk again, picks up a Russian accent.

"I usually go with missiles. 'Course, none of my robots fly. Yeah, I can make you some bombs. I'm gonna need a lotta oregano, though." He ponders a moment. "I could have some bombs baked up by tommorrow, maybe. But in the meantime, how about this?"

He pulls out a small red tube-shaped device, his voice shifting to that of a used car salesman.

"Behold the Eloodium-236 Explosive Space Modulator. Fresh from the labs of a Martian Imperial Astronomical Facility.

"Earth-Shattering Ka-Boom or your money back, guaranteed."

He turns it over, detailing the exquisite craftmenship and perfectly shaped fuse.

"Yours today for the low low price of three wrist bones!"

[Coplantor]

OK, so how does it work? Can I have a little demostration? You know that wrist bones are hard to collect this days with all that inflation on bones and stuff.

[Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins]

"Quite simple, really. One merely takes a match, like so, and uses it to light this here fuse, thusly. Then you put it where it'd be best put to use, or throw it in the genral direction, and watch the fireworks, in a manner of speaking."

He doesn't actually set it off. It's just a flameless demonstration.

He has an answer to the price, too.

"Two wrist bones and and a box of oxygen!"