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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 21, 2018 19:35:35 GMT -5
bixby: ok man i thought you would talk to me and help me out but i guess not. good luck with life. bixby walks off the beach headed for the castle youre in the air |
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Post by Sons of Anarchy on Nov 21, 2018 21:53:58 GMT -5
*Albert notices the pages with drawings and figurines.*
Albert: Can someone retrieve those for me? I might be able to make use of them!
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 21, 2018 22:19:53 GMT -5
*Albert notices the pages with drawings and figurines.* Albert: Can someone retrieve those for me? I might be able to make use of them! /DM, if Oliver manages to get the drawings, he attempts to deliver them to Albert. |
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Post by The Sandmen on Nov 21, 2018 23:52:47 GMT -5
Milkmire discards all the other crap and analyzes the documents to see if they are his documents. Are they his documents? (Sigh) Yes. Yes they are. Milkmire flips the fuck out. Milkmire: It's them! I HAVE THEM! My precious, PRECIOUS documents. Thank you world, thank you Lord, and thank you DM, whatever that is! (to Oliver), Now, my good friend, as per our arrangement, could I get your good ol' John Hancock on here, and then I'll give you a hand with this boat-zombie, or whatever else is happening? I'm sorry, everyone, I am just so bloody elated, I forgot where we were and what we were doing! |
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Post by The Texas Rattlesnakes on Nov 22, 2018 0:04:47 GMT -5
DM: (Sigh) Yes. Yes they are. Milkmire flips the fuck out. Milkmire: It's them! I HAVE THEM! My precious, PRECIOUS documents. Thank you world, thank you Lord, and thank you DM, whatever that is! (to Oliver), Now, my good friend, as per our arrangement, could I get your good ol' John Hancock on here, and then I'll give you a hand with this boat-zombie, or whatever else is happening? I'm sorry, everyone, I am just so bloody elated, I forgot where we were and what we were doing! *Oliver tries to keep his focus on the beast, so he doesn't get slapped.* Oliver: Right now!? Do ya even have a bloody signin' tool? Can't we focus on survivin' this fooker first!? |
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Post by The Sandmen on Nov 22, 2018 0:36:57 GMT -5
Milkmire flips the fuck out. Milkmire: It's them! I HAVE THEM! My precious, PRECIOUS documents. Thank you world, thank you Lord, and thank you DM, whatever that is! (to Oliver), Now, my good friend, as per our arrangement, could I get your good ol' John Hancock on here, and then I'll give you a hand with this boat-zombie, or whatever else is happening? I'm sorry, everyone, I am just so bloody elated, I forgot where we were and what we were doing! *Oliver tries to keep his focus on the beast, so he doesn't get slapped.* Oliver: Right now!? Do ya even have a bloody signin' tool? Can't we focus on survivin' this fooker first!? An 'X' on this dotted line in your blood will suffice in a court of law. Then I'm on board to help with this mess of a boat-monster 100%! Let's get this thing signed on up, and get the hell out of here. Then we can have a glass of sherry, and go for a walk in the fields. And all of this mess will be behind us. Together, my friend! |
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Post by xx - Team GAP on Nov 22, 2018 1:38:14 GMT -5
bixby: ok man i thought you would talk to me and help me out but i guess not. good luck with life. bixby walks off the beach headed for the castle youre in the air ooc: oops... forgot about that. bixby floats in the air bixby: hey friend... how about putting me down? |
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Post by The Sandmen on Nov 22, 2018 3:37:09 GMT -5
Milkmire (to Bixby (xx - Team GAP)): Hey, you, up there. If I help get you down, will you sign some documents afterwards? They will help ensure I am clear of any liability should you get injured while I am trying assisting you. Just that sort of boring mumbo jumbo.
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 22, 2018 10:36:28 GMT -5
*Oliver attempts to pick up the drawings and ball of hair.* Oliver is successful in pocketing the drawings and ball of hair, but his stick is knocked out of his hands by a swatting plank from the corpse-creature. Oliver is now crawling around and is in grave danger. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 22, 2018 10:37:43 GMT -5
*Tim attempts to swim towards the glimmer of light below to investigate. Looking for anything the keys might be used for or anything that might be able to hurt the monster. He takes a deep breath before diving down.* ( The Rocketmen DM) With a deep breath, Tim dives down toward the light. As he draws closer, he feels a sting in the pit of his stomach. He reaches out to the glowing orb and touches it. It opens. An eye ball stares back at him. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 22, 2018 10:40:09 GMT -5
*Albert notices the pages with drawings and figurines.* Albert: Can someone retrieve those for me? I might be able to make use of them! /DM, if Oliver manages to get the drawings, he attempts to deliver them to Albert. Oliver, crawling on the beach, raises his arm in the air and calls out for Albert. The corpse-creature swings by and a nail catches Oliver's wrist and cutting the back of his hand out to his index finger. Oliver pulls his hand down and curses the sting on his hand. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 22, 2018 10:41:07 GMT -5
*Oliver tries to keep his focus on the beast, so he doesn't get slapped.* Oliver: Right now!? Do ya even have a bloody signin' tool? Can't we focus on survivin' this fooker first!? An 'X' on this dotted line in your blood will suffice in a court of law. Then I'm on board to help with this mess of a boat-monster 100%! Let's get this thing signed on up, and get the hell out of here. Then we can have a glass of sherry, and go for a walk in the fields. And all of this mess will be behind us. Together, my friend! With Oliver now bleeding, this transaction could be completed, as long as Milkmire can reach him and avoid danger, but that seems a costly chance to take. |
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Post by The Rocketmen on Nov 22, 2018 10:42:49 GMT -5
ooc: oops... forgot about that. bixby floats in the air bixby: hey friend... how about putting me down? The corpse-creature does not obey the request. Bixby continues to hang on to the intersecting planks with nails exposed, held together by muscle tissue. The creature keeps him hoisted in the air and continues to swing at Jif, without regard for any other hero in the way. |
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Post by xx - Team GAP on Nov 22, 2018 11:27:58 GMT -5
bixby starts to relax..
bixby: im not signing anything especially if its in blood. but i think ill take a nap... its actually pretty calm up here and comfy. but i wont say no if someone wants to get me down
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Post by xx - The King's Poison on Nov 22, 2018 12:15:38 GMT -5
*Tim attempts to pierce the eye with one of his hidden blades. He then attempts to resurface as fast as possible.* The Rocketmen DM |
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Have 9 points in celebration of this monumental achievement!
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Have 9 points in celebration of this monumental achievement!
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