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[deadlycairn]

"I ate that other piece of dragon. I was bored, so i decided to for a looksee. Damn thing attacked me, so I mauled it. Think the zombies got to it though, since it wouldn't die, even after I'd eaten a fair chunk of it."

"I'm up for the race. Just nothing too deadly OK? I'm just an average Feral, so no Planes of Searing Fire or any shit like that."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich looks outside.

"Huh, nice plane, terrible crash..... wait a second, what is that smell? It seems to be a combination of burning foliage and.... uh oh. RUN!"

[deadlycairn]

((Gah, i gotta go again. One day I'll have the free time to actually do something on here. One day...))

[Vlynndar]

((Okay, this is bad. I'm unconcious, things are about to go boom and start on fire, and I've got to sleep. Help.))

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia runs at the crashed plane, holding her arm in front of her face to help with the smoke. As she gets there flames begin to engulf the tail, she quickly pulls the pilot loose and begins to drag him to safety

"You'll be okay, hey! You awake!"

[Myroc]

"Curses, i wanted to watch him bu-"

"Oh yeah, no antagonism. Damn."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich is using his repertoire of water based magic to put out the biplane. So far he has gone a bit overboard, taking out the fire, but also completely annihilating the plane in the process.

[Archangel]

((I had planned to do an impressive return, but WD has ruined that))
Archangel climbs out of the tank. "I'll have to fix the A/C, but apart from that this thing works great!" He looks around, noticing the crash site. "I'd help, but you guys seem to have everything under control."

He walks over to the bar and grabs himself a drink of the first thing that comes to hand.

[Vlynndar]

He wakes up.

"Zombies would have been a better choice," he groans. "How am I still alive? Those guns shredded everything more than a foot away from me. Am I safe here, or is it better if I faint again?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich, who is a grim-reaperish skeleton clad in a blue bathrobe with pink hearts and red lining is standing over him. (He's prone, on the ground.) He seems to have an oversized scythe strapped to his back.

"Hi!"

[Vlynndar]

"Well. No sense in fainting in the last few seconds of my life. Hello, skinny Henry. I didn't imagine death in a bathrobe."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I'm not the grim reaper. Not anymore, at least.... Lousy union... You're okay, believe me; I know dead stuff, and you ain't dead."

The Lich seems puzzled.

"Who is skinny Henry?"

[Vlynndar]

"Skinny Henry. Translation of Magere Hein. Grim reaper. Death. But you aren't. Good." He stands up, or tries to, anyway. "Buh... I need a drink. You, girl. You got me out?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich points at the bar.

"There's all kinds of alcoholic drinks in there, but a despairing scarcity of liquids that wouldn't make good fuel."

[Vlynndar]

"It could wait. I need to say my plane goodbye. Where am I, anyway?"