Gunnar
Senior Member
Christian Anarchist Revolutionist
Posts: 59
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Post by Gunnar on Jan 17, 2005 21:57:08 GMT -5
Gunnar had been anticipating the soldiers move, he knew that a soldier of RI would be ready for death, he'd been one himself once. Droping low he released his grip on the 'Frag Gernade" covering his eyes as he took off at a dead run. Three second passed and the gernade let off an ear shattering boom, and a white blinding light. Firing of a few rounds over his shoulder, Gunnar quickly drooped into the nearest sewer, running for his life.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 17, 2005 22:03:20 GMT -5
Once Linnea is done painting, everyone heads to a local cafe for something to eat.
"I am so totally famished." Garret says before ordering the largest burger on the menu.
Unlike some other socialists, he has no problem eating meat.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 17, 2005 22:05:16 GMT -5
Freak Boy was sleeping soundly, wreaking of the stench of marijuana. He was having the trippiest dream... however, it was cut short as he inhaled smoke from Zero's cigarette. He sat up and coughed for a second or two and then looked around. Zero wasn't in the chair anymore, that means she was alright. His hands were hurting him again...
He pulled out another joint from his pocket and lit it with a candle in the room. He didn't like medicine like novacaine... it was provided by Red Infinity, therefore taking it was like supporting Red Infinity.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 17, 2005 22:05:23 GMT -5
"Same here." I say and order two of the same super burger, and two pots of coffee. "So where have you been lately? I haven't seen you for a long tine, I almost started to worry..."
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Post by Tristen on Jan 17, 2005 22:07:22 GMT -5
Tristen widened his eyes as he was thrown back by the intense explosion. His clothes were burnt and torn as the inferno ripped his body. He hit the ground and slid across the road, in a bloody heap.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 17, 2005 22:09:28 GMT -5
"Linnea and I were talking to a Christian rebel named Ruth who wanted to join the Eternal Light. We were helping her get started in the rebel movement." Garret replies.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 17, 2005 22:11:51 GMT -5
"Well we do need as much help as we can get, especially since the consensus opinion is to alienate the FRA. But I really don't want to talk politics. I'm glad you were being helpful though."
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 17, 2005 22:14:10 GMT -5
"Yeah thanks, I need to do more. It seems like the only thing I ever do is fight the League of the Godless or try to save Linnea from being captured. Since she is half angel, they have an obsession with her there."
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 17, 2005 22:17:12 GMT -5
The robot takes the mans discomfort as a good sign, and so he decides to make it a bit more unbearable.
He turns the dial, pushing the temperature within the cell to 170 degrees.
Archetype, does not, however, find it appropriate for a prisoner to hurl insults at his captores, so 401 dails a code into the pannle, causing millions of tiny, razor-blade-like sharp tacks to spring out of the floor, causing anyone who lays or steps upon them to be dug into by all the blades at once.
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Post by Freak Boy on Jan 17, 2005 22:18:39 GMT -5
As Freak Boy let the pain in his hands dissapate, he began to wonder where everyone was. Last he remembered, Vodya was on the couch next to him when he fell asleep. He could only wonder where the hell Zero was and Mischa... well, Mischa seemed to be in a discussion on politics.
"Man... where is everyone?"
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Post by Tristen on Jan 17, 2005 22:20:16 GMT -5
Tristen groaned loudly as he tried to force himself onto his feet, only to collapse back onto his knees. "..oohh...what was i thinking...?" He moaned as his eyes started to turn into a sold grey.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 17, 2005 22:21:22 GMT -5
"Well I'm sure we could find something for you to do on the side to help..." An idea pops into my head. "You're a musician, right?"
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Post by Dinari Dollar on Jan 17, 2005 22:24:39 GMT -5
Dinari cries out in pain as the tiny tacks poke into his skin. His eyes start to water, but he decides if he says anything it will just make things worse.
His body is roasting and the noise has given him a splitting headache. He really can't endure much more. Even with the noise, the pain and the heat tax his body to the degree that he feels exhausted.
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Post by Archetype 401 on Jan 17, 2005 22:26:39 GMT -5
The tacks retreat into the floor just as quickly as they penetrated the man's skin. Suddenly Archetype’s mechanical voice can be heard in a speaker high in one of the room’s corners, “State your full name.”
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 17, 2005 22:27:12 GMT -5
"Yeah, I really should create some more underground music. I haven't done much since the rebel concert. I think I will do that. Linnea and I were planning this rebel art festival but it like never panned out. I still think that would be cool."
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