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Subject: Re: Waking up...or maybe not Author: Lord Eugene [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:31:06 02/09/01 Fri In reply to: Lina Himari 's message, "Waking up...or maybe not" on 11:49:25 02/09/01 Fri Several of the "fire teams" ceased their random shelling and instead took aim at Kyle and Basiliskmon, the nichg sky now alight with tracers, energy bolts and deadly little dart-sized mini-misiles...suddenly one of the grous ceased fire as Bro'Grim crashed down among them, crushing two insantly. After a moment's hesitation, the turned their weapons loose on the cyborg, firing at near-pointblank range... Meanwhile... Tsurshi continued on...heedless of the fact that a fiber-optic fisheye lens in the ceiling--Which is virtually imposible to spot unless one pored over every inch of the ceiling with a magnifying glass--spoted bot the battle and his quick-change, and instantly flashed a warning to the Bridge... Minutes later, as Tsurshi approached the heavy blast doors leading to the engine room, he heard the doors from the coridor behind him clang shut--jus as the doors hissed open in front of him. "If you wanted to get in here so badly, rebel filth..." Out stepped a HUGE version of the suits from before, adorned with almost-blindingly bright accents which appeared to be made of platinum. In one hand it carried a colossal ten-foot long bastard sword, which seemed to be humming and vibrating at an impossible speed. Strapped to it's other arm was a incredibly thick shield, plated with the same shining metal. "...all you needed do was ask." It might have been a passable threat, if Lord Eugene's voice hadn't been so annoyingly high-pitched. Still, while he might be a dork....he was a dork in a walking tank... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: Waking up...or maybe not BroGrim 01:45:03 02/10/01 Sat Cant think of one. -- Dregnok, 11:10:07 02/10/01 Sat Re: Cant think of one. -- Tsurshi, 01:56:22 02/11/01 Sun Hoo boy... -- President Tseng (GM) & a bunch of NPCs, 01:16:08 02/13/01 Tue Um, so.. how's the weather? -- Lina, unable to think of a title too, 13:08:49 02/13/01 Tue Leaving. -- Dregnok, 19:46:36 02/13/01 Tue A Debt of Honor (Ramierez's Farewell Post) -- Shade, et al, 23:24:04 02/13/01 Tue Cyborg in Trouble -- BroGrim, 02:43:59 02/14/01 Wed