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

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

Gah! Well if you didn't set the alarm off, who did? [He puts the remote away and frowns.] Besides, you can clearly take care of yourself! [He rubs his sore stomach for emphasis.

Sorry, but Eggman comes from a world where little girls generally kick his ass. No sympathy for you.]

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

Ya, but yer all big an' squishy, I figure ya can take a good few punches to that belly of yers.

Not like me, ya gotta be livin' the high life if ya end up like that.

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

To end up like what? [Eggman puts his hands on his hips.] Distinguished and well-dressed? I suppose one does have to occupy a certain position! [He puffs out his chest proudly.]

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

[Wow this guy's even thicker in his head than in his belly!] Ah, right right! Yer pretty sharply dressed, yer right 'bout that! [Nope.]

But uh... whassat yer wearin' under yer nose?

Seems kinda silly to me.

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

What? Under my nose? [Eggman looks confused, and then tentatively feels around his face, until he touches his moustache.] Hey! That's my moustache, you little urchin! I'll have you know it's highly fashionable!