Yes! My guess was correct. Also, Internet Flea, nice try. If Lex-Kat had seen the message, you probably would have lived.
Yeah. I was hoping the day would be longer.
Bad day to try to defend myself; it was too early to claim when I left on my trip, and too late to survive when I arrived.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
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Can't come up with a good narration on time, so I'll give you the summary and include the narration for this one in the next shift's.
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Logarr was attacked and killed. He was Han Solo.
If you can help come up with a suitibly epic narration for this, PM me. Sorry.
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Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
"Let's see, Coolant Tubes...check. Stabilizers...check. Everything appears to be-Oh come on! Who took out the Main Capacitor? Do you want this thing to explode!? Hrmm, torn out crudely, blaster marks, clearly he didn't know what he was doing. I say this is 9(billtodamax)'s handiwork."
(If anyone asks, he's checking one of the Reactors.)
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Hydrogen Dioxide! It kills more people than ANYTHING ELSE! Billions are CHRONICALLY ADDICTED to it!
I'm certain Rabbit was being used by the horrible Obi-Wan, who was trying to trick me, too.
Stormtrooper 13 continues her search for her pet. She's made it to the core of the station. Mr. Buttons, where are you? She sees something in white run past.
Curious, she follows. Pew pew pew She jumps back, completely frightened as three shots are fired at her. This is not what I signed up for.
Shakily, she aims around the corner and fires three shots of her own. Murska murska murska.
She pulls her gun back and looks at it. Something must be wrong with it.
Deciding it's best to not be in a gun fight using a faulty weapon, Stormtrooper 13 heads to the repair station.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Away until 23rd, at least. No killy, lynchy or autolynchy me.
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The first time you see this in a signature, put it in your own signature and add one to the number. This is a social experiment. Degeneration 91
The first time you see this, copy it into your signature and subtract one.
Well, looks like I'm changing my vote again. For two reasons. One, to save myself, obviously. Two, I just realized how stupid I am. See, I voted for hap_hazard because I thought Cyberwolf was Vader. This is because I thought that yesterday RabbitHoleLost made an accidental vote towards Lex-Kat, an almost confirmed good guy. Hap_hazard took this as an oppurtunity to vote for RabbitHoleLost, so he'd not be voting for his rebel buddy Internet Flea, but also wouldn't be directly opposing the bandwagon. This was also reinforced, in my mind, by Cyberwolf voting for Hap_hazard, and I thought Cyberwolf was the seer. But, see, now I've PM'd TheLaughingMan and I have learned that the rebels don't know each other. How I missed this, I'll never know what with the droids being masons, which would be pointless if they all knew each other. So, my argument of Hap_hazard protecting his rebel buddys makes no sense if they don't know each other. And, my argument of Cyberwolf being the seer makes no sense since he just voted for me and I'm a good guy. Now, relooking over this thread, I have decided to follow Lex-Kat, an almost confirmed good guy, and vote for Murska. So, that's the reasoning behind all my switching. Sorry hap_hazard.
Tydude. Because, if I'm not pointing at you and you change your point to me to save yourself, I'll retaliate by pointing at you, thus nullifying your effort.
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Trusting Murska worked out great!
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A Murska without lies is like a day without sunshine.
Tydude. Because, if I'm not pointing at you and you change your point to me to save yourself, I'll retaliate by pointing at you, thus nullifying your effort.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Han Solo sat down again in his lonely cell. It small confines irritated him, but he would have to make do. H felt his face. Yep, those wounds would take some time to heal.
"Solo, it's looks like you're going to make a new friend."
The trooper roughly shoved another prisoner into the already cramped cell.
"Maybe this one won't leave you for dead, huh?"
The two prisoners readjusted themselves accordingly.
After a second of realization, the second prisoner screamed. "SOLO!"
"Oh ******, not you. How did you even survive?"
"Beehao tadnu klayee verxal." Greedo replied.
"That doesn't... you can't... you know what? Forget it. What brings you to my humble abode?"
"KRISNAL HYJU BLAXNI!!"
"Would you just get over that? Yes yes, I shot you, now can we please move on?"
"Me? Oh, y'know, caught red-handed trying to save a princess, or whatever."
"Klijna?"
"*sigh*, alright, I'll tell you.
I got hired back on Tatoonie to escort this old man and this kid to their princess."
"Mhm.
Mhahahahahaha!"
"Yeah, laugh it up, goat f-"
"BJORK!"
"Right, now where was I... Oh yes. Paid me a crapload of cash in exchange for their little trip. I took them up on their offer and flew them here."
"Pluinkter?"
"The old man said she'd be here, and, well, he did pay me, so I didn't have much choice.
I managed to sneak our way onboard, but even with my skills the troops were on us in minutes. I managed to nail one and take his suit, and the kid got another. The old man said he could do fine without one."
"Jilkyp dorf."
"Hey, I was getting paid either way. Anyways, the rescue thing went pretty smoothly up until last night.
They brought in some new troopers, who tracked me down pretty quickly. They may be incompetent, but they're also persistent. Beat me up and hauled my ass to the loading deck."
Solo took a swig of whisky he'd snuck in.
"So they find me, and I try bluffing my way out. No dice. Apparently I'd taken down one of their little bunk buddies, and now they wanted to kill me for it."
"Kilpao nog hao ful bes?"
"I was wearing his suit."
"Mmhahahahaha!"
"Shut up. I'll be out of here soon enough, anyways."
"Ohoho, tod paf kle reht toqu?"
"Chewy's still out there, so I pretty much have a walking talking key on it's way here."
"Booja."
"Indeed."
Today's/Part 2:
Number Sixteen was hero for a day. Not only had he won that made-up game, but he'd also taken down the infamous Han Solo. He felt like floating on air. His spirits were higher than they'd ever been before.
Sixteen's past was shrouded in mystery, for many a trooper. Intelligence gathered stated that his homeworld of Alderaan didn't exist, and his quietness didn't help matters. All the 503rd really knew about him was his strange attachment to his lucky pendent, as well as his fondness for sniper rifles.
Truthfully, he'd just sort-of stumbled upon Solo. He had been in search of his lucky pendant, before remembering he'd left with Nineteen in the break room. He quietly crept out of the deck, and left in search of it. On his way to the break room, he found a disgruntled trooper trying desperately to open one of the doors. A cursory glance revealed him to be Nineteen.
"Nineteen!" He wasn't the brightest trooper.
"Oh god, not another one. Uh, what is it?"
"I need my pendent back. I know I said you could borrow it, but... I-I really need it back."
"Look, I'm pretty busy now, come back... some other time."
"But you don't understand, I need it. Right now."
"Good for you."
"Nineteen, give me that pendent."
"Go jump off the docking bay."
"NINETEEN!"
"It's just a worthless piece of junk anyways."
"What did you say."
"I said it's worthle-"
Sixteen clenched his fists in rage, and began to viciously attack Solo. His fists made hard contact with Solo's face, sending him reeling. The two continued brawling, with Solo losing consciousness quickly. As Solo laid out cold, the special ops arrived.
Back on the docking bay.
"For cripes sake, Sixteen, you could've gotten yourself killed. What were you thinking?"
"I-I needed that pendent back, it-"
"You must be ****ing kidding me. Go back to your barracks, Sixteen. I'll deal with you later.
Next time we come across a wanted criminal, we'll just throw jewelry at it and hope the local crazies go bat**** on him. I need a ****ing drink."
As Sixteen lay their in shame, his fellow trooper came up to him.
"Come to berate me too, eh?"
"No," Two answered. "Thank you."
"...What?"
"Crazy though you may be, you still took down a murderer and thief. You have my deepest gratitude."
The rest of the 503rd each thanked him greatly for avenging their friends, and even a few tears were shed by the hardened soldiers. As they left, Sixteen felt his spirits soar. He took the pendent from his pocket, and spoke softly:
"I've finally done something right, love."
As his punishment, he would have to watch over Solo for the next few weeks, while a sentence was deliberated. He had been doing so one such night when he heard a strange commotion. "Who's there?" he shouted. No response. He stepped tentatively towards the sound. His exploration was cut short by a fatal blow to the head.
"Chewy! You finally made it, you wonderful furball!
Quick, check his pockets for keys."
Chewy did as instructed. He found n keys, but he did find a pendent. It appeared to contain the picture of a lady.
"Keys, Chewy. Do those look like keys to you? No? Then go find them."
Chewy sighed, and went back into the darkness.
Summary
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Tydude was lynched, He was the Sharpshooter.
Nightshift Start. Night ends in 24 hours.
Sorry for the lack of quality. Distractions and such.
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Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Last edited by TheLaughingMan : 08-13-2010 at 09:54 PM.
Logarr held the Barrier Sphere. It will be passed to another random player post-haste.
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Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
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Sorry rebels, looks like i let y'all down. Good luck, and may the force be with you!
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