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[Dermonster]

Use my metaphysical weight of RTD legendariness to ascend to godhood.

[Persus13]

Head to the park

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

Use my metaphysical weight of RTD legendariness to ascend to godhood.

I'm sorry Derm, your going to have to prove yourself here, as you can see, masthacheese achieved FALCON PWWWNCH levels of coolness, and I nearly obliterated a gas station
PLaying beethoven's the fifth symphony, while I know you've done better, you must achieve approximately more coolness than both those things put together in this game first. Otherwise your using power you gained from other RTD'S and that's just not playing fair.

[Dermonster]

I'm not using the power from other RTD's, I'm siphoning power from my metaphysical legend.

It's a bit like Nasu, if I knew what Nasu actually was. Which I don't.

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

Makes sense really, but at the same time it's just manners to how that you can do something cooler than what mastha and I did, maybe play beethoven's the fifth to blow up a gas station while on fire?

[Gamerlord]

Grab a weapon from the boot of the car and go looking for the son of a bitch who smashed up my car.

[mastahcheese]

(ok, when I get back in, me, Execute/Dumbo.exe, and Derm need to form a rock band and disintegrate the city with sound waves.
That will solve everything.)

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

I CONCUR! And then I can provide the fire by just constantly FALCON PAWWNCHING everywhere

[Xantalos]

(ok, when I get back in, me, Execute/Dumbo.exe, and Derm need to form a rock band and disintegrate the city with sound waves.
That will solve everything.)

((One-upping you on that, actually.))

[SeriousConcentrate]

Hmm, two things. First off is I'm going to give Yoink some more time to respond before I go for PMs, because he lives on the other side of the planet from me (practically) and also because of two. Two is that I had a job interview today, which was, well, a bit stressful. You know, having to impress the hiring manager and answer unusual questions and all of that. That and I had issues getting there, but, least I made it on time. @_@

On the upside, I think it went well and I'm fairly certain I'll get called back for a final interview, and if I do get it then I'll be working third shift (not entirely certain on schedule, but I'm pretty sure the hours would be 11pm - 7am) which would cut into my time to run this. Hopefully not by much, since this is a fairly quick game to write for, but I dunno how stressed out or tired I'll be when I get home and I'm going to have to figure all that out. I thought I ought to give you guys a heads-up about that potential situation, and maybe pass around the donation hat for wishes of good luck?

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

(Come in xanta! Join in on the obliteration of the city through sound waves! 4 deadly sociopathic destroyers are better than 3!

Speaking of, what kind of music are we going to do? Also, BAGGING PIANIST OR DRUMMER!

Ahh SC, hope you luck in getting the job!

[mastahcheese]

Good luck, SeriousConcentrate!

EDIT: Bagging Bagpipes!

[Yoink]

>Have some awesome dosa-dreams of adventure, ultraviolence and Bollywood performances.

((   Good luck, SC!   ))

[SeriousConcentrate]

Thanks, you guys. ^^^
TURN 11

Xan takes the keytar and plays something for the zombie. (5) E/D does not, in fact, come back as a zombie, leaving Xan free and clear to do what he wants with the keytar.

Yoink (3) has a mediocre, bland dream of walking into a restaurant and ordering dosa. Then the staff sing Happy birthday for him. Is it his birthday? Hmm. Meanwhile, in the real world, (4) he continues to sleep soundly. Nothing is bothering him, but he ain't waking up, either.

Persus heads to the park. (1) Or he would have, had there been a park in this city! He stands in the center of the golf course for a moment feeling foolish, and as he turns to leave he trips on an errant red ball and falls down. OW. That's going to hurt... right now, in fact.

Gamerlord opens his trunk. (5) Turns out he packs a shotgun for just such an occasion; a nice little double-barreled sawed-off deal. Not strictly legal, but it'll get the job done. He loads it and looks around. Now, who would have made the mistake of attacking his car...?

Derm reminisces. (4) Man, those were the good old days. When all you had to do was get dropped into a featureless room and cause as much chaos as possible until you made a name for yourself and a strange wooden puppet ran everything behind the scenes. These days you had to deal with 'rules' and 'realism' and some guy from Kentucky running things behind the scenes. Things just weren't the same. He sighs and continues looking through the books.

STATUS

Xantalos is disappointed - Right leg from knee down is converted into a peg-leg, right hand hurts, has duct tape, temporarily deaf
Yoink is in a food-induced coma - multiple bruises, compound fracture breaking skin in right forearm, full, unconscious
Persus is lying on the green - Broken left wrist
GL isn't going to take this shit anymore - Has a DBSO shotgun
Derm is lost in glory days, Bruce Springsteen style

[Xantalos]

Find more keytars and some wire.
Duct tape the keytars together and make a system of wires that lets me play all the keytars at once.