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[ragnarok97071]

Right, those guys are dropped off, heading to you next, Burnt.

Then I'll get Theros.

And then it's time to prepare to execute the Plan.

[Burnt Pies]

I've gotta fight something soon, may as well be a supermarket stalker. Anyway, I've still got business over here once I've beat this thing.

My experience with Naval Artillery leads me to say OH PLEASE GOD NO I DON'T WANT TO DIE IN A HUGE EXPLOSION.

My experience with Naval Artillery comes from Mud and Blood 2.

[ragnarok97071]

Right then, do you want me to help subtlely, or just go and save some other folks?

[choobakka]

Hold on, Ragnarok, could you pick us up? In some tiny Washington town. Look for the truck with a scorch mark shaped like a Dwarf on the roof. We'll try to stay here as long as possible. And all of us would REALLY like a boost. Except for John and Rose. No telling what more power would do to them.

[Burnt Pies]

In an Anime, this would be my coming of age episode. The best way to ruin one of those for someone is to orchestrate their success from the sidelines. I'll deal with this one myself, if this just turns out to be the first of many I'll call for help.

Also, I just got my music on the loudspeakers. This is going to be the most badass moment of my life, even if I do end up dead!

[Taricus]

Alright, no blombing the crap out of something. Ragnarok, mind teleporting everyone onto the ship?

[ragnarok97071]

If they ask, but I'm kinda busy right now.

Give me a second to rescue Chewie.

[TherosPherae]

So apparently this glowing invitation was also a teleporter. So now I'm in the eight-hundred-and-whatever-th circle of Hell, and there's the big demon I saw earlier. And tons of succubi. Everywhere. I ripped up the invitation in the hopes that it would get me out of there, and I ended up somewhere north of... pretty much everywhere. Still got my incendiary shotgun, machete, and some other minor stuff, but it's really cold up here. Like "I'm floating in outer-frickin'-space" cold. I have no idea how I'm not dead yet.

Hang on, I see something glowing on this side of the moon. I'm gonna go check it out. SHOTGUN, AWAAAY

[ragnarok97071]

... I have to save you guys way too much, you know that?

I'll be there in a minute, meeting up with Chewie now.

[Furtuka]

May 23 2011 7:40 PM

Well here we are in Florida. Ragnaroks left to pick up the rest of the guys from the forum so we've be left here too chill. About one third of the group has chosen to fight and follow us while the rest wishes to be left in a safe place. We're gearing up for whatever it is that Ragnarak has planned and so everyone's hard at work.

[Ultimuh]

Uuuurrrh.. GRUUUUUURGH!

[Furtuka]

OOC: ...did you just transplant yourself here from the nuke world?

[ragnarok97071]

I'll send back a Sending to brief you, then.

You'll all need to go to the House when I get back, you're going to need the powerup for what we're going to be doing.

[Burnt Pies]

I've seen the bastard. He snuck up on me during the Chorus of Dead Man's Party, got some buckshot in his leg for his trouble. Tough, though; he acted like it wasn't there, no limping or anything. Disappeared pretty quickly, too, or he'd have got another barrel. Down to 5 shells, and he's not bothered about them.

Little fucker's about 4 foot tall when crouched, runs around in a crouched position. Grey skinned, doesn't like being seen. Not great at watching where he's putting his arms, he knocks stuff off the shelves as he walks, and his hands and feet are clawed. Scraping noise is either him catching shelves with his claws or getting the floor with his feet.

He's going to meet some fine Japanese workmanship soon; not throwing more buckshot if he's gonna ignore it. Only got 5 shells left anyway.

[Ultimuh]

Guurh.. GRAAAARGH Raagh!

Translation:
Well my good sir, I may have somehow stepped into some kind of space-time rift, and have no idea how, why or where it happened really.