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[Stirk]

(can we have some plot now?)

No. You killed the plot. Reap what you sow.

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Recall that we were only pretending. Stand and vow to never, ever let anyone know of this shameful display.

After a moment of clarity, I stand up, fix my imaginary tie, and decide that the opposite of vampires is not, in fact, a kitten but a normal human being. Really, I should have known that. Quite obvious in retrospect.

Perhaps by acting as a human, I will be able to control being a vampire just long enough to get something done.

Looking around, I find that I am actually in front of my own room, the one with the door shot to pieces. In front of it is a new, unopened, brown box.

[Comrade Shamrock]

Go inside to the armoury and grab a brown bess musket and shoot the trap box with musket.

[Harry Baldman]

Go inside to the armoury and grab a brown bess musket and shoot the trap box with musket.

Do so, but perhaps consider using one of those bomb-shooting guns that those army people use?

[Stirk]

Do so, but perhaps consider using one of those bomb-shooting guns that those army people use?

*Sigh* PAN disruptor? That is what they use to shoot at bombs. If you mean use bombs as ammunition, then you are going for a grenade or missile launcher.

[Harry Baldman]

*Sigh* PAN disruptor? That is what they use to shoot at bombs. If you mean use bombs as ammunition, then you are going for a grenade or missile launcher.

Yeah, the PAN disrupter. Although I have to admit that was a reasonably accurate description of grenade and missile launchers as well. Nevertheless, the PAN disrupter is what is meant.

[Stirk]

I enter my room once again, finding it just as I had left it. Once again I walk to the mirror, seeing my vampire face, my pale skin, and my long dark hair. I am now covered in black gunk, having ran through the black powder cloud.

I put my hand against the mirror as I had done before, intending on getting a, perhaps more sensible, replacement for my damaged main weapon. I wait, examining all my features to be sure I can remember at least who I am.

"Error: Unidentified. Access Denied"

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Well Comrade, you wanted it to be harder to get your guns, there you go. THERE YOU GO.

[Comrade Shamrock]

Commandeer the remains of the Mitrailleuse as a battering ram. Break down the door.

[~Neri]

Commandeer the remains of the Mitrailleuse as a battering ram. Break down the door.

Yesh~

[Harry Baldman]

Commandeer the remains of the Mitrailleuse as a battering ram. Break down the door.

Yesh~

+1, let's go!

[Stirk]

*Sigh*
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I rush back down the hallway, grabbing the damaged Miltrailleuse with both hands and carefully bringing it back to the room.

I then put the 3/4 of a thousand pound weapon into battering position, and begin to charge the mirror.

I don't run very fast, but get a good amount of force behind it. I see myself running towards myself, memorizing what I look like one last time sadly. This might be the last time I ever get to see what I look like. Normal mirrors don't work on me, I should thank this mirror for showing me my own face.

Then the gun hits it, and it shatters instantly into thousands of shards, moving out in a spider web from the impact point. Scarcely any is left, only dust like flakes. Not even enough to see myself any more.

I take a few steps back, charging again. The glass sticks through my boot and into my foot, but that doesn't slow me town. The battering ram hits the wall with only a soft thud, damming the gun but not making a dent at all. I keep charging, more and more glass getting into my shoes and feet, but the wall doesn't budge. It looks like the armory is incredibly well guarded. I feel like I am hitting a tank with a sledge hammer. I bash and I bash, but nothing changes.

[Lyeos]

Just go open the damn box.

[Harry Baldman]

Hm... try to bash the wall around the door, see if that works!

[Stirk]

Just go open the damn box.

You are a true hero, Lyeos. A true hero.

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I decide that all I will accomplish bashing my old gun against the wall is cutting my foot and ruining the gun further, and go to see what is in the box. I toss the artillery piece to the side, it ends up crumpled against the wall.

I walk up to the simply brown package, looking over the tape. Then, carefully, I pull off the tape and open the box.

*BOOOM*! It was an IED! I die in a ball of fire. Should have just shot it from the distance. Fire consumes my body, transforming me quickly into ash. My final thoughts where simple, at least I got to see myself in the mirror one last time...

Play again?

....No, no, that isn't what happens at all. Vamperism just makes you paranoid. In reality, the box was mostly filled with packing peanuts. I put my hand into the foamy sea, pulling out the object within.

It was a cellphone, a modern smart phone with glock-grip like cover. It had no company logos, and seemed to be fused to the cover itself. There is no visible on or off button, or any other imperfections on it.

Perhaps more importantly, I could see my reflection in it....

[Harry Baldman]

Put the phone back in the box. Close the box.

Make sure to take some packing peanuts along, of course.

Take box, then walk out to see if the smoke's cleared. There were doors out there, right?

[Stirk]

....This close. We where this close to having a plot.
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I look at the phone, tilt it in my hand, and decide somehow that packing peanuts must be more useful. I fill one of my tactical pockets with them and close the box with the phone still in it.

I then put the box under my right arm, figuring I could use some more packing peanuts in the future, and walked out the door and down the hallway. The smoke finally cleared, revealing the hole in the wall and several doors much like my own. Except nobody shot at them yet.