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cpubasic13 17 years old now. Time to buy some M rated games by myself! Level: 54  Posts: 1245/1346 EXP: 1206934 For next: 26936 Since: 03-15-04 From: Blame my parents, Eddy Since last post: 2 days Last activity: 1 day |
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| William: "Always when I am charging. ALWAYS!" William put the charge in the handle of the sword, the handle glowing green for the time being. William stashed his sword behind him and started to run away from where he was. Just as he was out of the circle on the ground, the ground raced upwards where he was. He tripped for the fact that his left leg was still on the outcropping while his right leg was out of it. He fell a good distance, flipping on the way down until he fell face first into the ground. He pushed himself up from the ground and brushed off all the dust and such... ...then he noticed Teddylot's bunker explode. A bullet whizzed past his head, one of the guns going off from the explosion. William thought that this would be the best time to use a good weapon. He reached behind him and pulled out a Sinurator, a flamethrower from the war between the SHC and the Tediz. He knew that a stuffed toy would easily be no match against fire. He ran towards the bunker, hand on the trigger, moving the flame all around the bunker area, hoping to catch something on fire, whether alive or dead. |
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Grey the Stampede Don't mess with powers you don't understand. And yes. That means donuts. Level: 82  Posts: 2718/3770 EXP: 5192909 For next: 16318 Since: 06-17-04 From: Kingston, RI, USA, Earth Since last post: 2 hours Last activity: 1 hour |
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| Not expecting the blast of the bunker to be so huge, Grey was thrown to the ground by the explosion and rolled along the marble floor as the discarded stuffed animal guns began to fire recklessly at him. In situations like this, there really was only one thing a good psychic could do. Grey: "PK Shield Omega!!!" As the gun barrels flashed, Grey raised his arms in front of his face, and swung them outward, creating the trademark Psychic Power Shield that would defend users against even the hardiest of Pokey's attacks. Golden light flashed before him as bullet after bullet ricocheted off of the shield, heading in complementary angles away from the teenager. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Grey knew that every last ounce of his concentration was necessary even to keep this thing up, never mind withstand a barrage of machine gun fire. As William was more or less far away from him at this point, there really wasn't much point to trying to avoid that flamethrower. "Then.... Don't.... Charge!" |
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Teddylot It was a dark and stormy night ... Level: 44 Posts: 733/851 EXP: 606742 For next: 4543 Since: 03-15-04 From: Not today. Since last post: 1 day Last activity: 8 hours |
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| Zap looked over the battlefield from his customized booth. It seemed that Teddylot's new fellow moderator wasn't scared to go directly toward a fighter's weak spot. Of course, it was fairly obvious. Teddylot, being an old hand at sim-battling, was used to dodging and deflecting such low-brow tactics, but Zap had tampered with his bear's weapon of choice (which has yet to reveal itself) during their recent two-week hiatus. This would make Teddylot more formidable against fire ... and in general, as well. The only problem was ... with the upsurge in duties and through a ton of catching up to do on paper work ... he had forgotten to tell him about the improvement. ---------- Teddylot was still kneeling at the unfluffed body of his fellow soldier when he looked up to see William charging at him with the flamethrower. His opponent was already too dangerously close for the teddy bear to successfully dodge it without taking on some major damage. Thus, Teddylot did the first thing that came to his mind. He broke out his weapon of choice, his staff. He began to spin it around with both hands as fast as they could handle the weapon. It deflected the attack, but his wooden staff wouldn't be able to hold out for long. Teddylot slowly got up to his feet and kicked his stuffed tiger out of the line of fire. He now had the ability to back up, but he was still a tad worried with the fire getting ever closer to his hands. His fierce staff-handling looked like they eventually paid off when the fire began to repel before even hitting the weapon ... like there was a wind emitting from the weapon. After the fire from the flamethrower began to repel further and further from the staff, Teddylot finally figured out what was going on. The wily teddy firmly gripped his spear with both of his paws and brought it slamming to the ground. To everyone's surprise (including, somewhat, his own,) the staff let out an immensely strong wind force. Strong enough to send anybody across the arena, hurling straight towards another, defending, opponent. To top off the unexpected move with a nice combo, Teddylot twirled his staff around his arm a few times which sent out a sort of high speed, highly accurate Pin Missile attack; thanks to the staff's original magical and technical property. The pins were headed straight toward William's flamethrowers' gas tank. If everything hit according to plan ... sparks would certainly fly. Zap continued to look down on the battle, unable to repress a broad grin from ear to ear. The new technology's test run was a success ... and now, he could finally get to work on a little project of his own. He looked down at his watch and found that refereeing was needed all around the different arenas. Zap took up his backpack, which was slung over a chair, shouldered it, then made his way out of the booth, ruffling up his hair before closing the door behind him. (edited by Teddylot on 07-18-05 11:33 PM) |
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