MrDubWubs
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*eyes narrow at the man as I get up in his face* Did you just call my home fairytale land?@MrDubWubs[/URL]
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*eyes narrow at the man as I get up in his face* Did you just call my home fairytale land?@MrDubWubs[/URL]
I think Leo stated in perfectly.Jeremiah said:(I want someone to tell herrrrrrr! ^0^ )
// Thank you :vSirDerpingtonIV said:I think Leo stated in perfectly.
Leo pointed at Luke "Stay out of this!" Before he looked back at the girl, he was a bit taller than her, but he was face to face to her.SuperChocoMilk said:Luke and Clementine watched as a fight began to brew. Perhaps it was time to start picking sides. They hadn't seen any fights break out yet, but now... Some fists could fly. That would be fucking awesome to watch, but it would not be good for the ship or the survivors on it. "Hey, hey guys, just calm down, okay? No need to get reckless." Luke said. "Please don't fight." Clementine soon followed after.
Ellie hugged Katniss back, glad they were reunited again.Atarf said:She stands there sighing at the unresponsive
"Hey kiddo!"
Katniss smiles back, scooping down to embrace Ellie.
I knew she'd be here.. - Katniss lets out a sigh of relief.
"Hey.." - Breaking from the embrace.
"Do you want to get something to eat?"
Katniss frowns at Ellie, peering at her face raising her eyebrow at the puffy circles around her eyes.
"Have you been crying!?" - With a parental tone.
"What's wrong..?"
Katniss would pull Ellie away from the reception desk, not wanting her to butt in. - She would rub Ellie's arm in comfort
I really need to stop over sleeping.. - She frowns
@JayJay
Annie put a hand to her chin in thought, stroking it slowly. "Hmmmmm...I say choice A is the best! Those Crossed dummies don't seem smart enough to go through the cold. What do you guys think?"Akibahara said:
Mid-Round Update!
MEANWHILE...
300 miles away...
Nicholai Ginovaef was not a happy man.
Of course, being an Umbrella Commander, the elite of the UBCS, tended to discourage a surplus of glee. But for the past two weeks, since he has traveled the United States and abroad, he was waiting for the worst. Patience, a delightful virtue, was the hardest part. If something was happening, he could handle that, whatever it was. He was a man of action, decisive, a leader. It was the survivors, who didn't give him the satisfaction of dying, that was gnawing at him.
The blue aura of a hologram lit the Command Room:
Finally.
“Wolfpack, report in.”
“Lupo, reporting.
“Four-Eyes, reporting.”
“Beltway, reporting.”
“Vector, reporting.”
“Bertha, reporting.”
“Spectre, reporting.”
Maybe the Crossed couldn't kill 'em, and his secret operatives were too damn slow, but Wolfpack- ah, the infamous Delta Team, they never failed a mission. Perfect.
“Wolfpack, I am Commander Nicholai Ginovaef. Your mission in regards to the detonation of NYC is being put to a halt. You have new targets...”
An image of the survivors pops up on the HUD, Lupo examines every image, burning them into her skull.
“Do not engage them directly. You will be given all Umbrella resources to eliminate the targets.”
“Roger that,” said Lupo.
“Good. We'll send you satellite feed of their every position.”
“... Commence Operation Bulldozer...”
[media]
[/media]
MEANWHILE...
Nick Fury's eyes fixed against a large holographic image on the Captain's Deck, “Hmm. This will do.” It was 9:00am sharp, the survivors finally managed to make their way, despite that creepy Cabin 42 adventure. He twirled his boots, his one eye fixed on the survivors before him: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the U.S.S. Romero's Command Deck. You have three choices.”
A.) President Vladimir Putin has set up a massive international safe zone in Russia. The Crossed seem to fare poorly in the extreme cold, so naturally, many immigrants flocked there in hopes to survive the outbreak. We want to ensure this is absolutely true and our intel is correct. If so, humanity may have a fighting chance.
B.) The Umbrella Corporation and the CDC have been working on a cure for the Crossed virus in Atlanta, Georgia. This, too, is a rumor. If possible, we'd like you to investigate it. The area has also found an... interesting individual sporting a black outfit, a pair of sunglasses, and slick back hair near the facility. He seems suspicious. Investigate if at all possible.
C.) Now, we're not in the business of forcing anyone on anything. If you want, the rich and famous have set up their own private safe-zone near the Bermuda—we can drop you off there—and you can live the rest of your days in peace and harmony.
“Which do you choose?”
You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 12:00pm MST tomorrow or later on tonight, depending on activity levels. Vote for who you believe the traitor is and your selection!
((Aaaand, going AFK finally. I'll respond once I return. ))
(( CHOICE B CHOICE B CHOICE B CHOICE B CHOICE B CHOICE B CHOICE B ))Akibahara said:
Mid-Round Update!
MEANWHILE...
300 miles away...
Nicholai Ginovaef was not a happy man.
Of course, being an Umbrella Commander, the elite of the UBCS, tended to discourage a surplus of glee. But for the past two weeks, since he has traveled the United States and abroad, he was waiting for the worst. Patience, a delightful virtue, was the hardest part. If something was happening, he could handle that, whatever it was. He was a man of action, decisive, a leader. It was the survivors, who didn't give him the satisfaction of dying, that was gnawing at him.
The blue aura of a hologram lit the Command Room:
Finally.
“Wolfpack, report in.”
“Lupo, reporting.
“Four-Eyes, reporting.”
“Beltway, reporting.”
“Vector, reporting.”
“Bertha, reporting.”
“Spectre, reporting.”
Maybe the Crossed couldn't kill 'em, and his secret operatives were too damn slow, but Wolfpack- ah, the infamous Delta Team, they never failed a mission. Perfect.
“Wolfpack, I am Commander Nicholai Ginovaef. Your mission in regards to the detonation of NYC is being put to a halt. You have new targets...”
An image of the survivors pops up on the HUD, Lupo examines every image, burning them into her skull.
“Do not engage them directly. You will be given all Umbrella resources to eliminate the targets.”
“Roger that,” said Lupo.
“Good. We'll send you satellite feed of their every position.”
“... Commence Operation Bulldozer...”
[media]
[/media]
MEANWHILE...
Nick Fury's eyes fixed against a large holographic image on the Captain's Deck, “Hmm. This will do.” It was 9:00am sharp, the survivors finally managed to make their way, despite that creepy Cabin 42 adventure. He twirled his boots, his one eye fixed on the survivors before him: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the U.S.S. Romero's Command Deck. You have three choices.”
A.) President Vladimir Putin has set up a massive international safe zone in Russia. The Crossed seem to fare poorly in the extreme cold, so naturally, many immigrants flocked there in hopes to survive the outbreak. We want to ensure this is absolutely true and our intel is correct. If so, humanity may have a fighting chance.
B.) The Umbrella Corporation and the CDC have been working on a cure for the Crossed virus in Atlanta, Georgia. This, too, is a rumor. If possible, we'd like you to investigate it. The area has also found an... interesting individual sporting a black outfit, a pair of sunglasses, and blond slick back hair near the facility. He seems suspicious. Investigate if at all possible.
C.) Now, we're not in the business of forcing anyone on anything. If you want, the rich and famous have set up their own private safe-zone near the Bermuda—we can drop you off there—and you can live the rest of your days in peace and harmony.
“Which do you choose?”
You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 12:00pm MST tomorrow or later on tonight, depending on activity levels. Vote for who you believe the traitor is and your selection!
((Aaaand, going AFK finally. I'll respond once I return. ))
"I suppose everyone else is more adequate to choose than I am." He said plainly, thinking over the options but stating opinions.Jeremiah said:Annie put a hand to her chin in thought, stroking it slowly. "Hmmmmm...I say choice A is the best! Those Crossed dummies don't seem smart enough to go through the cold. What do you guys think?"
@Everyone Else
*ignoring the man that was in my face after spiting on his shoes. I rub my chin* I guess choice A would be the smartestAkibahara said:
Mid-Round Update!
MEANWHILE...
300 miles away...
Nicholai Ginovaef was not a happy man.
Of course, being an Umbrella Commander, the elite of the UBCS, tended to discourage a surplus of glee. But for the past two weeks, since he has traveled the United States and abroad, he was waiting for the worst. Patience, a delightful virtue, was the hardest part. If something was happening, he could handle that, whatever it was. He was a man of action, decisive, a leader. It was the survivors, who didn't give him the satisfaction of dying, that was gnawing at him.
The blue aura of a hologram lit the Command Room:
Finally.
“Wolfpack, report in.”
“Lupo, reporting.
“Four-Eyes, reporting.”
“Beltway, reporting.”
“Vector, reporting.”
“Bertha, reporting.”
“Spectre, reporting.”
Maybe the Crossed couldn't kill 'em, and his secret operatives were too damn slow, but Wolfpack- ah, the infamous Delta Team, they never failed a mission. Perfect.
“Wolfpack, I am Commander Nicholai Ginovaef. Your mission in regards to the detonation of NYC is being put to a halt. You have new targets...”
An image of the survivors pops up on the HUD, Lupo examines every image, burning them into her skull.
“Do not engage them directly. You will be given all Umbrella resources to eliminate the targets.”
“Roger that,” said Lupo.
“Good. We'll send you satellite feed of their every position.”
“... Commence Operation Bulldozer...”
[media]
[/media]
MEANWHILE...
Nick Fury's eyes fixed against a large holographic image on the Captain's Deck, “Hmm. This will do.” It was 9:00am sharp, the survivors finally managed to make their way, despite that creepy Cabin 42 adventure. He twirled his boots, his one eye fixed on the survivors before him: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the U.S.S. Romero's Command Deck. You have three choices.”
A.) President Vladimir Putin has set up a massive international safe zone in Russia. The Crossed seem to fare poorly in the extreme cold, so naturally, many immigrants flocked there in hopes to survive the outbreak. We want to ensure this is absolutely true and our intel is correct. If so, humanity may have a fighting chance.
B.) The Umbrella Corporation and the CDC have been working on a cure for the Crossed virus in Atlanta, Georgia. This, too, is a rumor. If possible, we'd like you to investigate it. The area has also found an... interesting individual sporting a black outfit, a pair of sunglasses, and blond slick back hair near the facility. He seems suspicious. Investigate if at all possible.
C.) Now, we're not in the business of forcing anyone on anything. If you want, the rich and famous have set up their own private safe-zone near the Bermuda—we can drop you off there—and you can live the rest of your days in peace and harmony.
“Which do you choose?”
You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 12:00pm MST tomorrow or later on tonight, depending on activity levels. Vote for who you believe the traitor is and your selection!
((Aaaand, going AFK finally. I'll respond once I return. ))
Annie turned her head to see the familiar voice. Solaire? But he was a ghost! Aw, what did it matter, she quickly snuggle-hugged him with a squee. "You're aliiiiive!~ Everyone thought you were a ghost!~"Cressy said:"I suppose everyone else is more adequate to choose than I am." He said plainly, thinking over the options but stating opinions.
Also he had just popped out of nowhere next to Annie, wonder how she'll react when she sees the man that she had seem blow up on her
((Im on tapatalk, posts are gonna be shit))
((Wow that was a lot jollier than what I thought))Jeremiah said:Annie turned her head to see the familiar voice. Solaire? But he was a ghost! Aw, what did it matter, she quickly snuggle-hugged him with a squee. "You're aliiiiive!~ Everyone thought you were a ghost!~"