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ATTACK! STEAL THEM! STEAL THEM ALL!

GOD-DAMMIT.

*Points at the bag holding Ike*

What am I supposed to do with this, then?
 
......

*SIGHS*

ARCHETYPE! PLEASE STOP!

*Julez whimpers and tackles Archetype to the ground, kissing her, open-mouthed*

Please let me have some fun.... surely you understand, right?
 
This is a joint exercise, right?

I'm just doing what comes natural.


Minigunner: And whoever s/he gets a hold of...
 
*Takes the opportunity to pile WMD into the Docwagon and get the fuck out of Dodge*
 
*Whimpers*

Please don't mess with my most loyal Mur Zombie...

*Nips Archetype's ear and then kisses down her neck*

Please?
 
*Archetype strips Julez and begins to *EDITED FOR CONTENT* her with a drill.*
 
GODDAMMIT. NOW I GOTTA GO SAVE THE BOSS-LADY.

*Flies the Docwagon back in, and throws TK in as Battlemedics attempt to fend Archetype off with the gatling-guns*

AS THE BISHOP SAID TO THE BADMINTON TEAM, LET'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, CHUMS.

*Exits stage right in the Docwagon, leaving several Battlemedics behind to distract Archetype*
 
*Scratches his head, throws TK a parachute and shoves her out the Docwagon*

...Fair enough, then.
 
*PM stomps towards the turrets, his close combat weapon twitching in anticipation of the destruction to follow*
 
*Bails as the Docwagon gets ventilated*

DAMMIT, MYRN. YOU TOLD ME THOSE SHIELDS WOULD WORK.

On another note, a parachute might have been a good idea--

*Lands on one of the turrets*

...I think my kneecaps are now sitting next to my shoulder bones now...
 
*A pair of Combat Medics swat Grumpy with a broom, trying to get him off the CIWS.*

Medic: Hold still, dammit!
 
RELAX CHAPS, IT'LL BE FINE.

I'M SURE THEY'LL REGROW, RIGHT?

...WHAT DO YOU MEAN "DEAD FLESH DOESN'T REGROW, AND MAMMALS CAN'T ANYWAYS"?
 
*One of the Medics brings a fishing pole out and tries casting a line to Grumpy.*
 
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