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[Phantom]

Call upon DoctorZ, Medic, to heal us.

[woose1]

>You shout out something loud and inchoherent, and hear the dissatisfied sigh of many mad scientists. Phantom looks at you strangely.
>_

[ac31]

wet yourself with joy

[Phantom]

Myself(Phantom) Use Medkit on dude I saved

[woose1]

>You let all the excitement of the past few minutes flow out of you, and onto Phantoms arms. You feel naughty.

Wait a second, Buddhist monks don't wet themselves! Sorry, I must have the wrong person.

Phantom drops you and flies away. You are now falling towards the slum you just flew out of at terminal velocity.
>_

(You gotta post in the color of the guy you wanna control.)

[Phantom]

Pick up guy and remember im using a jetpack and blew up the truck, use medkit on guy, go to Malton, British City sieged by zombies, tell dude that my guys in the 502nd need support

[ac31]

pose in a hardcore manner as you fall to your doom

[woose1]

>Wow, you're really a multi-tasker! You reach into one of your many mysterious pockets and take out a glowy white thing with a red cross on it. Weird. Somehow you should jam it into that Buddhist monk's mouth. You point your jetpack wierdo-ward and catch him busy doing poses. Wasting no time you slap the white thing into the guy's face and teleport back in time to the 5th of June, 1944.

>Well if you're going to go you might as well do it in style. You adopt your most manly pose and hold it as you plummet to the brick houses below. Luckily, Phantom was there you save your pussy ass and stop you in midair exactly 4 feet and 3 inches from the pavement.

TIME WARP INITIATED!!

[ac31]

find hitler and greet him with a hearty "sup dawg"

[Phantom]

Call signaler, remember we are on the day before D-Day, call for support like this : HEY YOU MOTHERF*CKING SIGNALER *ducks to not get hit by bullet* CALL THAT SPECIAL OPS SQUAD I SAW A FEW MINUTES A GO!! IM YOUR FIRST LIEUTENANT

[woose1]

>You step out of the time warp, remembering to duck your head. That could have been a nasty trans-dimensional bump. You look around you, and see only forest in all directions. Hm. Seems like this area was undeveloped back then. Where are you? You decide not to call for backup, but in a fit of insanity, do so anyway. You take out a imaginary radio and make little sound effects. Your drama teacher would be proud.
>_

>You feel that it's time to find your own soup-kitchen nazi clone. It would go nice next to that wardrobe you just bought. You look around for that familiar mustache but... where's the city?
>_

[Phantom]

Remember we are under heavy fire, that there is a Soldier With a Radio on his back, and there is a Spec Ops Team 2 clicks south.

[ac31]

realise that we are probably in america in the past, and are half a world away from d day

[woose1]

>Abandoning all realms of sanity, you re-create the D-Day scene in your mind, complete with high definition picture.

You are behind the burned wreckage of a US aquatic troop carrier, on the eastern shores of France. Bullets rain all around you. This scouting mission had gone wrong, terribly wrong. A man with a radio strapped to his back is huddling against the hull of the vehicle, face white with panic.
>_

>Taking hold of your surroundings, you notice that you are in a small forest clearing. This is definately not the city you grew up in. It seems that you may have gone into the past, somehow, before the city was built. The strange flying man in tights, long since dropped you, starts to prance around the forest, ducking in-between trees, and making sound effects of guns shooting and explosions, occasionally yelling out things like "GET DOWN" and "FIRE AT WILL!". You laugh at him and throw twigs.
>_

[Phantom]

Go to germany using a time and location machine, During the day before D-Day, around the time of the Paratrooper Drop, near a lone signaler, about 2 clicks south of a special ops team, and under heavy fire.Also during time shift, change into 502nd paratrooper uniform with first lieutenant bar on shoulder