The Rise of the Rebels (Steampunk RP)

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: He just left! With no warning! How rude!

[BlueRose]

OOC: Right? *tantrum*

[Rusvul]

OOC: He sounds a bit like me.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: *plops on bed and starts snoring*

[Spearfinn]

OOC: how can I join

[BlueRose]

OOC: In the OOC thread, dearie. However, Shade has been absent for quite some time, so you may not get a reply for a while. Also, that time may be extended, because as soon as Shade shows his face, I'm going to strangle him.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: In the OOC thread, dearie. However, Shade has been absent for quite some time, so you may not get a reply for a while. Also, that time may be extended, because as soon as Shade shows his face, I'm going to strangle him.

OOC: No, I'M strangling him!....But I may settlle for beating him with my frying pan before, after, and during the time you strangle him. Strangling, in my experience, is morre fatal.

[BlueRose]

OOc: You're right, strangling is fatal... Maybe.... Malpracticed acupuncture? 'Oops, I think I just severed a nerve!' 'No, don't hit the needle with the frying pan! That would stab him through the heart!' Etc.

[Rusvul]

OOC: Meh, strangling is for wimps. I'm going to eviscerate him- it's more fun. Mwahahahahaha!

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Okay, I think we've agreed to torture him together, with our own ways.........

[The Skarzs]

OOC: I'll sit on him; we trolls weigh a lot.

BIC: Dregnar tightened the last bolt for the TIMPAR, and stepped back to take a good look at it as he wiped his brow. The casing that contained the magnetic accelerators and the loading mechanisms was about two feet wide, three feet long, and a two feet high. The barrels were well over six feet long, able to fire projectiles three eighths of an inch in diameter. Pressure tubes, gauges, and levers were placed along the side of the box, and two handles with firing buttons were attached at the back. The cougar had to admit, it was one of the most powerful weapons he had made.

[BlueRose]

OOC: Sit on him and squash him into jelly? (LOTR reference! [Well, The Hobbit, really....])

[Cornflower MM]

Arya came back from exploring her room, and poked her head in. She decided to make more arrows, and plopped down.

OOC: YEAH! Sit on him and squash him into jelly!

[Norham Waterpaw]

OOC: Umm, what the heck just happened in the last two pages? I saw tantrums and magic missiles... Anyways.

BCC: Frinlen had finally finished. The "Angry Antlion" was complete. It was a 5 foot tall and 3 foot wide hollow bronze tube, with a drill head atop it all. It had scaly legs sticking off two sides, meant for pushing the hulking bomb through earth. It had a double core magmatic ignition engine, an engine of his own design, a remote receiver, and about 700 pounds of black powder. The Empire was going to have a not-so-pleasant surprise very soon.

[BlueRose]

OOC: That's pretty much it, Nor. (I CAN'T DO ANYTHING.)