We're more than carbon and chemicals

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

Comments

[sanzu-watashi.livejournal.com]

[Two can play at the asshole appreciation game, Bowser.]

You sure as hell weren't doing anything about them! They were fair game!

[dakingofawesome.livejournal.com]

[He stomps on one charging in her direction.]

I was going to get to them, yeesh! What, am I being timed or something? Gimme a break!

[sanzu-watashi.livejournal.com]

If you don't take 'em out, they ain't going to wait to kill you! Goddamn, that's just common sense...

[Bowser, she appreciates the help... but that won't stop her from the insults.]

[dakingofawesome.livejournal.com]

BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

You think these little punks can kill me? They'd be lucky to scuff my shell!

[Oh look, swatting at one finally worked. And people said he had tiny dino arms!]

[sanzu-watashi.livejournal.com]

[Flat look. She's eaten a few turtles in her time. A shell isn't much deterrent, although the huge spikes and fire definitely do lend a bit more strength to his argument.]

Whatever you say.

[Just gonna go back to hacking through people over here now. This may or may not indirectly help Bowser's fight.]

[dakingofawesome.livejournal.com]

[He may or may not 'accidentally' toss a few enemies in her direction, on top of her or in her path. Surely he doesn't mean to.]

[sanzu-watashi.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hell naw. Bowser, you're asking for it.

Baiken lets out a Burst of ki to knock the enemies away from her, and then in a flurry of strikes from so many weapons that it probably comes as a blur, dispatches each and every one.

It isn't until the last one gurgles and falls to the ground that she storms over to Bowser, furious, glaring death up at him. Stop being, like, three times her height.]

What the hell do you think you're doing?!