<span style='color:blue'> "Sure, I'll mod ur weapon, Spin. That's if we get off this ship alive. Oh, I so want to. Frosty tempted us with cooking a victory meal if we live." *sees that people are moving* [sarcasm] "Alright, were moving out. Hehe, 'I've got your back' Silent. Just you better not die on me, or else I'll get lost by my lonesome self." [/sarcasm] </span>
<span style='color:gray'><b>"The worst types are the Fades <!--emo&::fade::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/fade.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='fade.gif'><!--endemo--> and Oni <!--emo&::onos::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tiny.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tiny.gif'><!--endemo--> "
"I call the fades 'Blinkers" cuz they can teleport from place to place. If u see an onos consider yourself dead!"
"The webs are from some sorta builder <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> aliens, I lost two of my buddies because of the webs..... Damn Them! <!--emo&:angry:--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/mad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='mad.gif'><!--endemo--></span></b> Edit: Where shld i be? can i join terran?
<b>The second shift is STILL mostly dead, they were the ones that arrived the first. All the players(you too kid) are going out to look for whatever is alive out there. Splitting the group wont work, confusing and impossible to roleplay when the characters lose contact</b>
<i>Commander: "No, you're NOT staying behind. The first reinforcement group, and boggle, goes to look for that, hopefully human, thing out there. That's an order.</i>
<i>Commander: "First, I want you to color your text. Second, I want you to follow my orders and the waypoint I gave you quite a while ago. If that thing is human, he'll probably be dead long before you get your a***s out of this base. GET GOING!!!!!!"</i>
<span style='color:gray'> *looks at spinviper stroking his CZU* "Man... you sure your alright? Do you need some Viagra or something?" *chuckles* </span>
<span style='color:blue'> "Umm, Spin. You probably don't want to follow me, cuz my headset is f*cked off. And thats a nice LMG mod. Mines goes for faster ROF. Whats your go for? Accuracy, FPS (Feet per second), what?" *looks at Lumberjack* "Oh, come on Lumberjack. We all have our moments. *wink*." </span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"Hey guys! I don't know about you, but i'm going to save that man out there (If it is a man) and those who thinks the same follows me!" *Exits the room heading for the waypoint*</span>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> *Sees that most if not all of the group has started moving* "Okay, I said I was taking rear, but it looks like we might even have two watching our backs with this many people. Let's stick together, but not that close -- I dunno if it's the ship or you guys, but it smells like something hasn't showered recently enough <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> " </span>
<span style='color:blue'> "Oh. It must be pretty darn heavy, to account for improved accuracy, and then even more heavy to keep it like that with the larger ROF. Good luck running with it. I found that doing more than one mod to a weapon makes it too maintenance intensive and cumbersome. Ah well, we have different tastes, don't we?" *wonders to self* "Yep, you're right Marik. I smell someone's <i>fear pee</i>. Its the aliens, because they know their gonna get an asswhopping! </span>
<span style='color:yellow'>*takes rear* [SARCASM to s.x]"Damn, how did i end up with you guys? Some of you are nice but man, they you know how to spill time."[/SARCASM]</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Alright radio silence people, actualy i would advise turning them off, stay tuned to the sound around us. Clicking is a bad sign, silence a good one. We'll need one person to keep there comm on though, incase we get a change of orders"
<b><span style='color:blue'>"Look at those scratches in the wall. they must be an inch deep and at least one foot long. i would not like to be on the recieving end of whatever made them"</b></span>
<span style='color:yellow'>"Do belive yourself. Trust me, that's just the little one called Skulk, when you see the marks from the bigger ones you'll pee your pants!" *Turns on radio*</span>
<span style='color:blue'> "You know, its rather strange...all of these scratches and spent casings yet not bodies, blood, or any weapons. They must be doing their housekeeping..." *grips CZ tighter* "Bloody hell. We're getting closer and closer to that thing and yet we've not encountered resistance in anyway. Not even a fallen pipe in the way to hamper our merry way. I think I'll go and watch our flanks, because I smell an ambush..." </span>
<i>All of you hear it. An awfull chuckle breaks the silence, almost aimed at making you fear it. It seems to be coming from behind you, like someone's standing on the floor right behind your squad. Only problem is that there seems to be nothing there. Everyone turns to look at the empty hallway, then the chuckle is heard again. It's definately coming from a point right where you just stood, coming from the thin air in a hallway with no obstacles to hide behind.</i>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
edited June 2003
<span style='color:purple'> *Is in previously self-appointed position at rear of group. Hears the first noise and slows down* "Oh, come on, guys. I know breakfast today probably isn't settling in your stomachs well, but don't do this to me." *Sees everyone has already turned towards my direction, but they seem to be looking past or through me. I turn around to see what they're seeing -- nothing -- and hear the noise again. This time I recognize it as a chuckle. I fumble for my flashlight, almost ready to turn it on, and then decide against it. Instead I crouch to about half-height and try looking upwards.* </span>
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"Sure, I'll mod ur weapon, Spin. That's if we get off this ship alive. Oh, I so want to. Frosty tempted us with cooking a victory meal if we live."
*sees that people are moving*
[sarcasm]
"Alright, were moving out. Hehe, 'I've got your back' Silent. Just you better not die on me, or else I'll get lost by my lonesome self."
[/sarcasm]
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"I give a point to Terran for that... did everyone see that? Hear that?"
*chuckles*
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no prizes for guessing what the surprise is...
ill give you a clue, it has never seen a cow in its life!</b></span>
"I call the fades 'Blinkers" cuz they can teleport from place to place. If u see an onos consider yourself dead!"
"The webs are from some sorta builder <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> aliens, I lost two of my buddies because of the webs..... Damn Them! <!--emo&:angry:--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/mad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='mad.gif'><!--endemo--></span></b>
Edit: Where shld i be? can i join terran?
<i>Commander: "No, you're NOT staying behind. The first reinforcement group, and boggle, goes to look for that, hopefully human, thing out there. That's an order.</i>
*in spare time mods my own lmg, overides main system*
"my beauty!"</span></b>
*looks at spinviper stroking his CZU*
"Man... you sure your alright? Do you need some Viagra or something?"
*chuckles*
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"Umm, Spin. You probably don't want to follow me, cuz my headset is f*cked off. And thats a nice LMG mod. Mines goes for faster ROF. Whats your go for? Accuracy, FPS (Feet per second), what?"
*looks at Lumberjack*
"Oh, come on Lumberjack. We all have our moments. *wink*."
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*Exits the room heading for the waypoint*</span>
*starts to talk in a mock John Wayne accent*
"All-right pillll-grimsss! Let's saddle up!"
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"wait up. if <i>that</i> is what i think it is, you're gonna need a techie"</span></b>
*Sees that most if not all of the group has started moving*
"Okay, I said I was taking rear, but it looks like we might even have two watching our backs with this many people. Let's stick together, but not that close -- I dunno if it's the ship or you guys, but it smells like something hasn't showered recently enough <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> "
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*shouts to terran* "its for acc and ROF"</span></b>
"Oh. It must be pretty darn heavy, to account for improved accuracy, and then even more heavy to keep it like that with the larger ROF. Good luck running with it. I found that doing more than one mod to a weapon makes it too maintenance intensive and cumbersome. Ah well, we have different tastes, don't we?"
*wonders to self*
"Yep, you're right Marik. I smell someone's <i>fear pee</i>. Its the aliens, because they know their gonna get an asswhopping!
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[SARCASM to s.x]"Damn, how did i end up with you guys? Some of you are nice but man, they you know how to spill time."[/SARCASM]</span>
*switches radio off*</span>
*looks around at surrounding*
*mutters*
"It's too quiet... way too quiet..."
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*Turns on radio*</span>
"You know, its rather strange...all of these scratches and spent casings yet not bodies, blood, or any weapons. They must be doing their housekeeping..."
*grips CZ tighter*
"Bloody hell. We're getting closer and closer to that thing and yet we've not encountered resistance in anyway. Not even a fallen pipe in the way to hamper our merry way. I think I'll go and watch our flanks, because I smell an ambush..."
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*Is in previously self-appointed position at rear of group. Hears the first noise and slows down*
"Oh, come on, guys. I know breakfast today probably isn't settling in your stomachs well, but don't do this to me."
*Sees everyone has already turned towards my direction, but they seem to be looking past or through me. I turn around to see what they're seeing -- nothing -- and hear the noise again. This time I recognize it as a chuckle.
I fumble for my flashlight, almost ready to turn it on, and then decide against it. Instead I crouch to about half-height and try looking upwards.*
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*beads of sweat form on forehead and palms of hands*
*the twitchy trigger finger accidentally squeezes of a round or two*
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<b>ok, i edited it so i dont hit it, ill let xcet decide that...</b>