MisterMagic wrote:several powerful rounds ripped silently through the air, shattering the glass window and killing 4 people inside. as more cam to the window to see what happened they fell too. davids rifle clicked. he pulled it away and looked at it. "mm, empty." he threw it over his back, holding it there with the strap. his hands charged up, pulsing the yellowish blue color of electricity. "let's bust some gang bangers"
((and gilnar, you kant go around controlling other peoples characters. his name is jim, not jimi , there is no shooting range, dave and kiri are long gone, and obtaining a winchester 1897 rifle at this day and age that isnt a crappy reproduction but an original is like trying to find the holy grail. or trying to sell weed in jamaica. im sure jim wouldnt be willing to even try and find you a desert eagle at your entry level position. you probly shouldnt have even taken that pistol))
Gilnar wrote:((I'm going away for the weekend, to far and untouched place, where, most likely, I won't be able to connect to internet. So Maurice will be sort of inactive, altough you may play for him, if you wish.))
MisterMagic wrote:while kiri made the call, david pushed into the pantry to see if there was anything worth looting. as he walked in something stood behind the table kiri was leaning on, it's arms reaching around her throat and pulling her over. as david turned he noticed it was a rat and an oddly familiar looking one too.
MisterMagic wrote:greg tumbled to the floor wincing with his hands on his crotch. "ahh fook!" he tried to crawl away. moments later something on a window sill which had apeared to be a cactus in a pot jumped up and started signing madly at kiri. david sighed and pulled greg up, throwing him against a wall once he began to recognize him. "goddamnit, these to looneys again."
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