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[Wakes up from all the gunshots] Hey. No.
No shooting the guardsmen. That's my job when they're bad at theirs.
Also: Noisy! Bad.

[Takes Zombiekilla's gun and throws it out of the door]
[Curls up in the corner and goes back to napping]

*gives zombiekilla a new gun and throws down a box of infinite ammo*

Here's your ammo!

*Jumps forward grabbing both guns before they hit the ground*

YOU BASTARD! These guns have been passed down for Generations!? They were made from the legendary sword excalibur You will PAY!

*Aims guns and unloads all rounds into Buttery Commissars chest within a second*

...Do abstract beings have chests?

Oh, to hell with this.

*Takes shot of warp dust*

*Optics crack and I walk in and sit in a chair*

*Looks at myself walking in*

You know, you are one of my favorite characters.

Emm... What does that mean for me?

I really need to make you more intelligent though.

Are you calling me stupid? Why you-

And less belligerent.

Harrumph.

By the way, the only reason you're actually capable of comprehending me right now is because you're high as hell.

I figured.

Anyway. Just wanted to say hi! See you!

*I high-five Stephen King on the way out*

*Takes warp dust and throws it outside*

No more narcotics! Dammit you fools are destroying your minds!

Stephen King What the hell are you doing here you need to go back to Main and write my damn book series! FOR THE SAKE OF THE TOWER!

*Takes Stephen King to local "Thinny" and throws him in.*

That guy is a alcholic ass...

OOC: Stephen King is a character in his own book and Roland really hates him... so no breaking forth wall here unless you blame SK for it!

OOC: I know, that's the sole reason I threw him in there

..! [Successful Look Out, Sir! using Guardsman #20]

[Wakes up] Wh-

[Is hit by remaining rounds] ...This is probably going to hurt when I sober up. Or kill me. Can't say I'm sure...
That's quite a lot of blood. Is it blood? [Licks fingers] Yeh. That's blood. At least it didn't damage my piercings. She'd have been quite cross...

[Gently slides sideways and passes out again]

ooc: I'll be honest, I just didn't have the happy commissar file saved on the partition I was using this afternoon. I only had the one that looks like he abducts children for money.

AGHHHHH!
*Stares at bloody mess*

*Grins and grabs dusty augmeticist's suitcase*

...You have anaesthetic, right? [Strangely-picky dying person]

Absolutely!

*Injects BC's neck with anesthetic and sets to work cauterizing torn veins*

I'm guessing my tattoo is a goner...

You know I think the only time zombiekilla hadn't in some manner attempted to kill me was when he was Cthulhu of all things.

OOC: I'm off to my campout! Be back Sunday night!

Tattoo? What tattoo?

..That answers that, then. [Stops talking and leaves Verviedi to it]

ooc: Take care, fella! Hope you have fun.

Hi everybody!

[Guardsman #21]

*casually napping next to BC*

OOC: This is going well, I'll be on to platoons at this rate

"Is it just me, or is the Terran known as zombiekilla a terribly violent, disturbed being?"

*Looks zombiekilla in the eye*

"Don't bother shooting me with your silly weapon, it cannot penetrate my shield."

*Looks at BC and observes his high-as-hell state*

"What is it with Terrans and drugs? First it's stimpacks, now this..."

[Bleeds profusely on guardsman #21] ... You gonna finish that? [Wipes it up with own sleeve]

Don't worry, there's nothing contagious in there. Just traces of warp dust, caffeine, nicotine, sugar and anesthetic. [Coughs blood and goes back to sleep]

Wow, 21 guardsmen. Speaking of which, that's my number!

*swings axe into Guardsmen #21*

Sorry, but jealousy isn't something I can handle well. Nothing against you as a person, but 21 goes to me.

[Guardsman #22, #23 and #24]

*charging at 2BJ1 for killing #21, firing their layzors, but missing epicly*

*kills #22 #23 and #24 by spraying LMG*

 thenoobbomb wrote:
*kills #22 #23 and #24 by spraying LMG*

*fires Da Rippa at TNB*

He'll respawn soon. Let's make sure more guardsmen do not die.

[Guardsman #25]

Who's respawning, and why are men dying?

*drops to the floor and survives, quickly throws medkit and starts healing*

I'M ON FIIIRE

[Guardsman #25]

*picks up extinguisher*

I'll save you!

*points extinguisher at face, fires, blows own head off*

It's Slimefart Gitsmaka here.

OOC: Muh cat is kneading my blankets. Look at my sig for what you should call me in this form.

... On fire as in, really good.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
*drops to the floor and survives, quickly throws medkit and starts healing*

I'M ON FIIIRE

Could I uh... Borrow one of those? I'm not too sure what happens if I use one.

... No. You need one, you ask me. They're mine.

Ooh! Can I have one too?

OOC: Flash gitz I got for my birthday are finished.

No.

OOC: Nice m8