"~Things that bother you never bother me,
~I feel happy and fine!
~Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight,
~Having a wonderful time!"
Prance off, singing merrily. See if I can suppress the singing to a vigorous humming. Make sure to carefully remember the song I just sang. Write it down in my wristpad if possible.
You seem to be able to stop singing. Unfortunately it results in uncontrollable dancing.
"I am cursed with indomitable funkiness."
Thomas smiled. This was going to be easier than he thought. Though, maybe he should try it with targets who knew what they were doing next time.
Line up a shot on a bowman in the head.
(You try shooting a hidden sniper from a mile away with a bow.)
You take aim at one of the archers, dialing in the distance and windage.
~Now normally
Do bee do
I'd wanna be like yoouoouoou
I'd wanna walk like you
Talk like you
It's truuuue
But you seeeeeee
Unfortunatelyyyyyu
Dobeedobeedobee
You'll be exposed to
A fuuusion guuun!~
Put on cool shades.
Idly humming, take out the first of my fusion guns and fire it at the enemy. Look away until the light fades.
After the star fades, take the two megaton charges, arm them, and use the vector amp to fire them into what's left of the conflict.
You whip out your enormous, fission dick and take aim into the distance.
[con:1+1-1]
All your armor and medicine cannot save you as you manage to fire the fission instigator straight into your foot.
oh Hubris.
((Not breaking Lenglon's RP, I'm going to assume I've just felt her discomfort. ))
"Lyra, relax. Nothing's going to harm you when I'm here. Can't you stand up for yourself? Wait, you don't talk...or do you? Do you speak much- wait, anyway. As you're here I'd like to-"
>Sure. Printing. Done. Try not to lose it and or get horribly murdered.
The armory master hands you a rather simple locket on a chain. It's got jim's picture in it. Yay sensible gifts of gentlemanly courting.
Feyri courteously thanked the AM as she wore the locket, before turning around to face Lyra, putting her shield on her back, tied by the straps modified on her suit to keep it safe.
"Dear, could you tell me what's wrong? Don't be afraid to speak. Nobody else can hear...except May, but she's...busy right now." And getting ushered out...
Converse with Lyra, and see how Jim looks like ( Thanks though PW, this means a lot)
He looks very Bishonen.
Put the monoatomic sword back. Make sure I'm in bullet time, wait for his attack to avoid it and slash at his legs with the katana.
He just kind of stands there, flexes his newly attached arm and waits, slowly spinning his blade around.
((Kinda sad I'm not there...Feyri probably appreciates it though.))
"Ooh, a parrot!"
Name me Captain and choose the xenoparrot.
YAR! Do You:
Set Sail for the rings of saturn, home of the universe's most radioactive strippers.
Or
Land on the sun
Or
Pillage the Martian Ruins.
Become the 90s.
Surfing the internet is radical Oh well, maybe I'll make one when this game is over with in...what are we up to...5 years?
((If anyone can do it, its you PieceWise.))
Be un-dead. Throw the stupid mermaid thing overboard and dredge, dredge, dredge!
Thought you could get the best of old Cap'n Picto Bansley eh? Well yah thought wrong!! Keep searching men! There's got to be somethin' worth pulling up in these nebulae!
You stare at the game over screen for 10 minutes.
Okay... I don't think italicized text randomly appears out of people, now do people get controlled by ethereal spectres with strings of bold text... wait. Why is there a dice attached to me with text?
Charles tries to ignore his hallucinations.
The 7 horned sheep starts to spout something cryptic, looks round and says
"Oops, sorry. Wrong crazy person. Could you point me toward Bishop? About this tall. Has a secret fear of cotton balls?"