:: Sunspace,having fallen to the floor, slowly picks himself up. ::
Urgh. Ow. What the *$%%# did those guys do to me? Every muscle achess. And I’m so thirsty. Need. Something. To drink.
>Bosda, wearing full Elemental Class Powered Armor, equipped with a Plasma Flamethrower, 2 pulse laser riles, & a Short Range Missle 2 Pack, crashes through the wall.<
FORWARD, GHOST BEAR WARRIORS! The Federated Suns cannot stand before the might of the Heirs of Kerensky…oops.
Wrong RPG.
Nevermind.
Nothing to see here, move along…
You got water, warrior?
:: looks intently at Bosda ::
Ummm…not as such, no.
I’ll just be going back to the Dropship now…
Must. Have. Somethingtodrink.
:: Starts to wanders off, suddenly realises there are others in the room. ::
Something to drink?
Meanwhile, it’s Friday evening and the DM has to get go something to drink. A LOT of something. MOB mode for DM. Someone take over if you get bored.
Play whatever you like in here, Bosda. I can’t promise your fancy space physics will work in here, though.
Sunspace: Filip Fingers the thief holds up a big 2 liter bottle for you: “gaitor-aide?”
I thought he was dead. Or was that some other thief?
Different thief-- my NPC, not dead Celtic Cowboy downstairs.
Sheesh! You want consistency and coherence!?
I’ll reconfigure the all-purpose polearm as a voulge-billhook, load a WP round in the APB, and see if I can compose a limerick about oriental vampires.
…driink…
:: grabs bottle ::
:: drings in big gulps ::
:: suddenly stops, seems to come to ::
Whaa… Who? Where am I? What happen–
OW! The pain!
::Thinks to himself:: Maybe if I don’t tell him, he woun’t notice.
I am totally and completely lost. Did I mention, I only played D&D a couple of times?
I’m going to stand over here out of the way…
You are doing just fine.
::Ignores the sign on his back.::
Yes, you’re doing just fine (rolls dice, snickers), just FINE . . .
So you guys have a bunch of frozen Chinese vampires, a parcheesi board, and a spiral staircase down.
A strong gust of wind suddenly sweeps through the room. . .
It’s a STORM!!!
and a scroll is blown off the forehead of one of the . . . humans. His eyes flutter open-- they’re totally bloodshot. His arms shoot out so that he is holding them out perpendicularly in front of him-- he moves very stiffly. He hops up and down until he has turned toward Sunspace. His eyes focus on you, and he starts stiffly bunnyhopping toward you, very slowly, perhaps hopping once every 3 seconds or so.
Hmm…slow-moving undead, huh? Well…as a cleric, I could try turning them…
Naaaaa…I’ll just pants him instead.
Uh-oh.
I guess I can… stroll… out of here, eh? Saunter in panic? Walk in headlong abandon?
shicker