<span style='color:gray'>*If these are like current grenades, pulls the pin out.* "Lets frag the place. Then, after its a wreck, then we move up. I'd suggest you get back though." *Waits for everyone to get clear before throwing the nade.* "When the pin comes out, there's no putting it back in. And when the spoon comes off, then Mr hand grenade stops being your friend.""</span>
<span style='color:gray'>[The grenade rolls along the floor before exploding, boxes are splintered open its content flooding the floor, nothing is drawn out.]</span>
<span style='color:red'>"Hey Bill! Blowing **** up is my job!" *Picks up a shard of a chip and chews on it.* "And you burnt them aswell!" *Spits out the chip and takes another swig from the bottle.* "I say we go back to the kitchen, they had more of this..." *Holds up the bottle of a clear, colourless liquid and reads the label.* "Ethenol there."</span>
<span style='color:pink'> "grab what you want, we'll eat in the armory where its safer. i suppose that there isnt enough people to really use all this food." *goes to open the far door*</span>
[The door has large slashes in it but still opens as you approach, some odd bacterium litters the room, almost like a moss texture with the odd flower lying about.]
<span style='color:purple'><b>"This seems to be a high concentration of Draug bacterium, though no Draug seem to be deceted nearby at all."</b></span>
<span style='color:gray'>"I have a <i>very</i> bad feeling about this..." *Checks grenades are accessable* "So, 343. Any particually vunerable and vital systems in or very nearby this room?"</span>
<span style='color:pink'> "well, lets take a look-see. heads up, seems like something vaguely resempling a fades around." *picks a flower and puts it somewhere relitively safe for something like that (ie, not under my nose or in contact with the skin)* "maybe its the nearby food stores thats attracting them? we should get to that armory." *goes to room 21, opens and peeks inside*</span>
can i join <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> I dont know what colors to use though... and i dont know the story so far, could you give me a sorta Summery? and also who is what, like what do i carry and such.
<span style='color:green'>*Starts singing* "Went out drinking late last night, I had a blast. But now the morning light has come and kicked my ****.
I've got the worst hangover ever I'm crawling to the bathroom again It hurts so bad that I'm never gonna drink again
And by my seventh shot I was invincible I would have never thought I'd be this miserable I've got the worst hangover ever I'm rolling back and forth on the bed I'm worked so bad that I'm never gonna drink again" </span>
<span style='color:red'>"FIR IN DA 'OLE" *Lobs a grenade in as Dea opens them.* "Watch it Deea! Theres gonna be a big explosion now." *Sticks an arm around Daza and joins in with the singing.*</span>
<span style='color:pink'> "frell, easy on the hand grenades! you all trying to get me killed again?" *ducks out of blast range* "listen, if there are draug 343 cant detect your more likely to get us killed then flush them out with grenades. i would concentrate on fuiguring out what this mold is, getting to the armory. you might as well be braiding these flowers in my hair *holds up the draug flower* as wasteing grenades." *once the blast is clear i quickly duck into the armory* "frelling men goofing off and getting drunk. at this rate they'll all be pantsless by the time the draug come for us...some sight we'll be then. four pantsless humans singing off-key versus insane mutations of the fearcist aliens in the universe. we'll probly make all thier heads explode at the sight."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"Me? I'm sober. Wouldn't drink in a warzone anyway. Come to think of it I can't think of a good reason to get drunk... It costs too much anyway. Not to mention the fact it makes you act like a right pratt" *Moves to go down the ladder* "And, Dea, I'd prefer you not to take your pants off right now..." *glances at Epoch and Daza* "...I'm already having enough trouble concentrating as it is"</span>
<span style='color:red'>*Snatches the bottle back from Daza and empties the contents down my throat. Then shouts...* "TAKE IT ALL OFF!!" *Before attemping to braid druag flowers into Dees hair.*</span>
<span style='color:red'>*I try to climb down the ladder slipping and missing several rungs, before managing to get a good grip.* "Wohoo! I'm alright. It's ok guys and gurls. I'm not frunk. Not one incey wincey bit!" *Waits until the others are down then ladder surfs to the bottom. Holding onto the side supports and letting me feet slide over the rungs* "Man! We should do this more often!"</span>
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"Lets frag the place. Then, after its a wreck, then we move up. I'd suggest you get back though."
*Waits for everyone to get clear before throwing the nade.*
"When the pin comes out, there's no putting it back in. And when the spoon comes off, then Mr hand grenade stops being your friend.""</span>
<span style='color:gray'>[The grenade rolls along the floor before exploding, boxes are splintered open its content flooding the floor, nothing is drawn out.]</span>
*Picks up a shard of a chip and chews on it.*
"And you burnt them aswell!"
*Spits out the chip and takes another swig from the bottle.*
"I say we go back to the kitchen, they had more of this..."
*Holds up the bottle of a clear, colourless liquid and reads the label.*
"Ethenol there."</span>
*Takes a drink from the flask and scavenges for another chip*</span>
*heads up to room 21*</span>
*goes to open the far door*</span>
<span style='color:purple'><b>"This seems to be a high concentration of Draug bacterium, though no Draug seem to be deceted nearby at all."</b></span>
*Checks grenades are accessable*
"So, 343. Any particually vunerable and vital systems in or very nearby this room?"</span>
*picks a flower and puts it somewhere relitively safe for something like that (ie, not under my nose or in contact with the skin)*
"maybe its the nearby food stores thats attracting them? we should get to that armory."
*goes to room 21, opens and peeks inside*</span>
I dont know what colors to use though... and i dont know the story so far, could you give me a sorta Summery?
and also who is what, like what do i carry and such.
I had a blast.
But now the morning light has come
and kicked my ****.
I've got the worst hangover ever
I'm crawling to the bathroom again
It hurts so bad that I'm never gonna drink again
And by my seventh shot I was invincible
I would have never thought I'd be this miserable
I've got the worst hangover ever
I'm rolling back and forth on the bed
I'm worked so bad that I'm never gonna drink again"
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*goes around and checks each door in turn*</span>
*Lobs a grenade in as Dea opens them.*
"Watch it Deea! Theres gonna be a big explosion now."
*Sticks an arm around Daza and joins in with the singing.*</span>
*ducks out of blast range*
"listen, if there are draug 343 cant detect your more likely to get us killed then flush them out with grenades. i would concentrate on fuiguring out what this mold is, getting to the armory. you might as well be braiding these flowers in my hair *holds up the draug flower* as wasteing grenades."
*once the blast is clear i quickly duck into the armory*
"frelling men goofing off and getting drunk. at this rate they'll all be pantsless by the time the draug come for us...some sight we'll be then. four pantsless humans singing off-key versus insane mutations of the fearcist aliens in the universe. we'll probly make all thier heads explode at the sight."</span>
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*Moves to go down the ladder*
"And, Dea, I'd prefer you not to take your pants off right now..."
*glances at Epoch and Daza*
"...I'm already having enough trouble concentrating as it is"</span>
"TAKE IT ALL OFF!!"
*Before attemping to braid druag flowers into Dees hair.*</span>
*heads down the ladder.*
"feh, men. I feel for you, bill, i really do."</span>
*I follow Dea down the ladder.*
"...They could get us all killed."</span>
"Wohoo! I'm alright. It's ok guys and gurls. I'm not frunk. Not one incey wincey bit!"
*Waits until the others are down then ladder surfs to the bottom. Holding onto the side supports and letting me feet slide over the rungs*
"Man! We should do this more often!"</span>