No, this ain't High School of Dispair, this is srwug_alpha_rp

[armored_runaway]

(1)
[[There's a huge suit of decorated power armor rushing ahead of the pack. The operator doesn't seem to care for orders or teamwork to that big of a degree. But having charged on ahead, she's gone and disrupted what should have been an ambush.

However now, she's stuck in the middle of an enemy cluster, and not really geared to get herself out. Help?]]

(2)
[[There's a girl with long crazy-colored hair busy painting on one of the many new power armors. She's actually been caught doing this on a few OTHER mobile suits. Things such as "Shoot this bloke first" or "1000 pts/shot"

This one in particular, she's writing "Distraction" on it. Isn't that someone on her own team?]]

(3)
I git why you blokes are always so down and damn mopeh! Yer all stuck in this hunk uvva tin can an' yer not gitten out an gitten essercise in the sun! Ya gotta git ousside erry once inna while or yer all gunna end up sad sacks of pilots. Yer gonna git us all kilt if ya don't start goin ousside wichout yer robits!

Let's Sing Song 312 About Usopp: The Great Warrior of the Sea! [Somarium Test]

[ru_ru_rara_ru]

A.)
[There's an echo hovering above you as you approach what appears to be a vacant alleyway. Before you realize it, black flags with an emblazened pirate skull eject out from behind numerous boxes and trash cans. The laughter grows louder, closer, chilling in its authority.

Finally, he appears..!

Atop a wire fence stands the mighty Captain Usopp. With his arms crossed confidentally over his chest, he stares down from his perch with a mighty grin on his mighty face (save his not-so mighty looking long nose).]

"HOLD THERE, TRESSPASSER! YOU'RE TREADING ON THE TERRITORY OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL CAPTAIN USOPP, AND CAPTAIN USOPP IS STANDING RIGHT BEFORE YOU! My army of 8,000 followers, all at the ready in this alley way, will strike you down if you wish to make ONE MORE STEP closer!"

B.)
[There's a sudden din from the distance down the road behind you. A long and shrill scream is coming, growing closer with every passing second. In the distance, all you can see is a dense cloud of dust rising from the beaten path. Soon, a figure comes in to view. An almost marionette looking man seems to be charging with all his might toward you. His arms are flailing above his head, crying out as tears stream from his eyes.]

"THE PIRATES ARE COMING! EVERY ONE, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"