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Ok, So...

*scoreboard lights up*

TNB: 9140

Selym: 600

Marla Gilmore: 200

BC: 0

So. Wait. Only TNB kills count. Huh.

*picks up a boltgun, and starts killing TNB*

+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill

TNB: 9140

Selym: 1600

Marla Gilmore: 200

BC: 0

...Sure there's nothing in there.

*Pats BC's shoulder*

*Moves onto the door after the "Empty" one*

*Places hand on doorknob and quickly withdraws it*

Why is the knob frozen?

*scans the tank*

WITCHCRAFT AND HERESY!

*storms in*

*Whips around fast enough to break my own neck, and fires a shot through Selym's eye*

*Head hanging at weird angle*

Oh, sorry about that.

*Clicking noise and head moves back to normal position*

Sorry about the body horror. I guess my aimbot does not play well with an organic body.

*Smiles slightly*

Or what was once an organic body.

*readjusts faceplate*

It's fine

*opens a suspicious-looking door*

*lobs a grenade into it*

*a loud bang, followed by an unholy screeching is heard*

What is going on in here?

Watch out for the eight door in the left, I may have set up some kroothound, erm 'sporting events' in there.

Apparently I was happily using half a dozen rooms in a transdimensional tank that contains an infinite amount of horrifying doors.
Full of bears and pillows and lava and combat servitors and- [Takes Verviedi's hand off the frozen doorknob] -things best left unanswered.

I don't know what's in that one, but in my experience, cold equals witches.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:

I don't know what's in that one, but in my experience, cold equals witches.

HE SPEAKS THE TRUTH, SLAY THE WITCHES!

*charges through the frozen door*

*a new door materializes in replacement*

Ook: reminds me of the cabinet of curiosities.

*thundering sounds, some zapping noises, and a lot of angry shouting*

Ooc: I was just going to go with normal rooms but this is way funnier.

*Absolutely hideous freezer burn on palm*

*Liquid metal begins oozing through pores*

Righty then. I really don't trust cold things.

*Gingerly walks down the hallway some more*

*Opens a door slightly*

This one is full of... more Butter-Tanks.

I'm guessing I should leave that one alone.

*more screaming and loud bangs*

*bursts out through the door again, covered in blood and ice*

Don't ask.

[Looks in room full of tanks] [Claps excitedly] Best thing eve-
...Anyone else notice some of these rooms are getting a bit ...personal?

We've got abject terror in the servitors, and happiness in the tanks...

[Distracted] What in the name of Holy Terra is going on with your hand, V?

That would be repair nanites. I injected a ton of them and programmed them to make me more resilient, so I could see how creative they are.

Now... Let's see...

I've got retractable neurotoxin injectors in my fingers, some subdermal aluminum mesh to augment this Guardsman's flak armor, and my vital organs have been reinforced with more mesh.

*opens another door, and immediately gets hit in the face by a frag grenade, which detonates on contact*

Emperor Damnit!

*fires the bolt pistol into the room a few times, and shuts the door*

Is it always like this in here?

 Selym wrote:
*opens another door, and immediately gets hit in the face by a frag grenade, which detonates on contact*

Emperor Damnit!

*fires the bolt pistol into the room a few times, and shuts the door*

Is it always like this in here?

N-no, I mean... I usually just occupy the bedroom, the kitchen, the small lounge and the bathroom.
I didn't know it had most of these extras.

[Pulls open another door] Oh, hello. Rec room. [Relaxes] A pool table is always good. [Writes on door with sharpie]

I should probably check on my kroothounds, they have some medications and whatnot they need to take after all of the fig- training and exercise they do for these events.

*goes into room and locks door. Barking and shouts can be heard*

*goes into another room*

At least this room seems nor-

*the door slams shut and locks itself*

*Wanders into tank and opens a door at random*

*looks around inside*

Hey, a hallway!

 Selym wrote:
So. Wait. Only TNB kills count. Huh.

*picks up a boltgun, and starts killing TNB*

+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill

I left the server, I'm not here so you can't kill me. You're delusional!

*Shoots TNB*

+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill
+100 kill

Current kill points:

TNB: 9140
Selym: 1600
Marla Gilmore: 1200
BC: 0

So I kill TNB 10 times. This is getting fun.

[Bangs on the door Blackjack went into] No live animals in my tank, and no underground fighting rings!

Who said it was underground?

[Sighs] Just round them up and get them out.

[Walks back to entrance of tank and locates bedroom] Kip time. Try not to incinerate yourself a in there. It technically raises my insurance costs.

Alright.

*door swings open and a herd of kroothounds come out, some bloody or limping*

Now what do I do with them? And don't suggest anything as ridiculous as what those Space Wolves do, what with their sleigh things.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Sighs] Just round them up and get them out.

[Walks back to entrance of tank and locates bedroom] Kip time. Try not to incinerate yourself a in there. It technically raises my insurance costs.

BC, you really need to catch up on Kill points from attempting to kill TNB. Here is the score.

*scoreboard lights up*

TNB: 9140

Selym: 1600

Marla Gilmore: 1200

BC: 0

::Unearths himself from a mass grave of intergalactic space French::

Where the hell have I landed now? And why does it smell of burnt toast and butter?