DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Fighting bad guys!
When: Today (after 12PM) to the 19th, in the evening
Where: The Mining Facility
Summary: It's an underground mine! And the Malnosso want you to kill and capture all the bad guys! Oh, but don't let the rocks fall on you. That could hurt.
Rating: B for BLOOD. Seriously. People are going to die. People have already died. We're not going to make it out of here. We're all screwed, it's Game Over, man!

Everything you need to know is listed here and also this way. If you haven't signed up yet and want to be on this draft, then go do it and stop being lazy!

Comments

[goldenglasses]

Not exactly, but I have something that will pack a bit of a punch! Just get a little more distance between us and them! Don't want to get caught up in the rubble!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

Alrighty! Activate thrusters! [The exhausts of the mech will briefly spew small flames, thrusting the vehicle forwards with a lot more gusto. Hope you don't catch fire there, Vash.

Either way, some distance will be cleared, enough to collapse the tunnel without catching them in the landslide.]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

[First, he needs to scream like a girl.] AHHHH! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT!

2/3

[goldenglasses]

[And then he needs to go into bad ass mode. Aiming without any effort and with a soft squeeze of the trigger there's a volley of bullets shooting a remarkably straight line along the ceiling.

It takes a little extra effort without explosives, but with the powerful kick of his gun and his aim, soon a long crack races above them and rocks begin to tumble down behind them.] HAHA! That should slow them do-

3/3

[goldenglasses]

AHHHHHHHHHHH! HOT! HOT! IT'S HOT BACK HERE!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[What is all that shouting back there, Eggman wonders irritably as he pilots the mecha carefully through the tunnel. It continues, so he shuts off the thrusters, slows down and yells:]

Gah! What's with all the racket back there?!

[goldenglasses]

Oh, thank goodness. I thought those rockets were going to burn me to a crisp.

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

Oh, stop being such a baby! [Eggman slams his foot on the brake, bringing them to a violent halt once he's sure they're out of the collapsing part of the tunnel.]

[goldenglasses]

[AHH! Sudden stopping! With a load scream he goes flying up and over the glass. He ends up landing head over feet on the ground in front of Eggman, looking none too happy to be upside down either.]

WARN A GUY NEXT TIME, WOULD YA!?

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[And this is why we wear our seatbelts, kids. Eggman retracts the glass shield from the cockpit and folds his arms.]

You're lucky I gave you a ride at all! If it weren't for me, some Third Party lackey would be wearing you on his spear like a shishkebob!

[goldenglasses]

Ugh! Please! I don't need that kind of picture in my head!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[Eggman shudders, that picture in his head too.]

Come to think of it, neither do I! Yuck!

[goldenglasses]

I like my head right where it is. So let's not think of that anymore. Agreed?