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testrun_box2013-02-27 09:21 am
armored_runaway) wrote in testrun_box2013-02-27 09:21 am
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No, this ain't High School of Dispair, this is srwug_alpha_rp
(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!
[[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?]]
[[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?]]
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!
1 YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT
WAIT!
[And as everyone looks towards where the sword came from, what should they see but a lone man, the sun at his back.]
[It seems like help has arrived.]
NO I DONT, PLEASE TELL ME!
Abwuh? Wot tha 'ell?
YOU JUST WALKED INTO A MARTIAL ARTS FILM, THAT'S WHAT
[One of the bad dudes has the courage to speak up.]
Who are you!
Scum like you don't deserve to know my name!
[The mask on this dude's face closes, making him look like some kind of ninja. He leaps into the fray, kicking the head clean off one of the bad guy robots!]
OH SNAP SON? WIRE FU OR OLD SCHOOL JACKIE CHAN SHIT?
[[No Joanne, he's not talking to you...]]
Oh... yer talkin to them, eh? Well... don't get yerself shot in the back, bloke! [[Oh lookie, support fire!]]
YES.
[The dude picks up his sword and starts cleaving through robots left and right, occasionally yelling out attacks. You know, stuff like "Tenkuu Chuushin Ken, HURRICANE KICK!".]
Re: YES.
[[All she can do is felt guys with her SMGs. And feed one one of those magnetic mines, which may or may not gravitate his jaw in Rom's general direction.]]