03-02-2004, 01:16 AM | #111 |
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"Okay, now we need a distraction...I got it!" Thumpman jumped out into the open.
"Hey, you! You guys are so crappy, my CAT could sell soda better than you! Pathetic excuses for vending machines! YOU ALL SUCK!" Thumpman yelled, flaunting his corny jokes and his well-restrained ego in a very interesting display of taunts. They truned around from Ripel, and started spraying soda like mad. However, Thumpman hit the 'Play' button on his boombox, hoping to blast some music so they wouldn't hear the oncoming semi. C'mon, gimme a good tune! MC Hammer's "Hammer Time (Can't Touch This)" started balring, and somehow Thumpman's rythm in combination with the music helped him dodge every drop of the diet soda as the plan went into action. |
03-02-2004, 01:20 AM | #112 |
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(OOC: Soda-Machine bashing entrance, it is)
Just as Thumpman came out, a large cloud of dust be seen being kicked up behind a bright yellow vespa, with a pale pink-haired woman riding it. As she saw the vending machines surrounding solo, she unstrapped her bass guitar from her back, and started up it's rip-cord without slowing. She drove closer at amazing speed for a someone riding a vespa, her guitar sparking against the pavement as she held it to the side. A gloved hand reached up and pulled her googles down over her eyes, and her insane grin came into view. At the absolute last second she leaped off of her vespa, allowing it to tumble and skid across the ground, while she flow through the air, holding her guitar back over her head, like some kind of barbarian holding a war hammer. She swung it infront of her as she came onto the closest of the vending machines, putting a large dent in the top, and causing it's loading door to pop open. The pop spilled out, the digital read out shut off, and the woman known as Haruko leap frogged over the machine, using her bass to launch herself, preparing to attack another machine.
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03-02-2004, 02:30 AM | #113 |
Sent to the cornfield
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"Well, no sense waiting for the rest..."
Johnny tossed a drum kit out of the back of Dezil's truck, then he slammed the bottom of his staff against the ground, sending three sticks flying into the air. Working with inhuman speed, Johnny set the kit up and deftly caught the falling sticks, then began the percussion track to Linkin Park's "Faint". As the third stick fell towards the rapidly fluttering drums, Johnny changed the beat slightly... just enough to keep it spinning in the air while powering towards the cymbals. A soda machine drew near, attempting to flood Johnny with Diet Coke. Unfortunately for it, Johnny sent the floating stick shooting forth with a quick flick of the wrist, and it discharged the imemnse kinetic energy it had picked up from the beating drumsticks straight into the machine's innards. It blew out in a shower of sparks, and the carbon rod bounced back into the waiting embrace of GDK's flashing sticks. Last edited by Dante; 03-02-2004 at 09:01 AM. |
03-02-2004, 08:48 AM | #114 |
No charge for awesomeness...
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Thumpman looked over at Haruko leaping off of her Vespa and bashing soda machines around with a bass guitar. Now, if she could play that as well as she can fight, I think I've found our band a bassist.
After dodging a spray of diet soda, Thumpman charged at a soda machine that was about to fall on top of Ripel (AKA Solo). He was sprinting at full speed, and when he hit...well, you could see why he wanted to bulk up for street football. The force of his charge put a fat dent in front of the machine, and apparently also short-circuited it. For no apparent reason, the streetlights dimmed, presumably to give the soda machines the advantage, as they didn't need light to see. Thumpman was prepared, so when the lights went out he hit another button on his boombox to play fast-paced trance/electronica music while pulling out two blue glowsticks. He then raved like mad, and any soda machine that came near him were defeated by the dancing, blurring yellow lights. |
03-02-2004, 08:55 AM | #115 |
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He turned his head as he heard Trance very faintly. "What the? Trance?" He followed the sound of trance his blood pumping to the beats. "I hope know one knows of my secret love for the techno, trance, and or electronica music." He stopped when he heard loud banging noises. Is that the sound of a man with glow sticks rave dancing and beating the hell out of some soda machines in the process? Nah.
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03-02-2004, 06:36 PM | #116 |
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AAAH!!! Reinforcements. Oh wait, they're not the fangirls.
Ripel slowly walked behind the vending machines, preparing to strike. "Hahah! You guys got PWNED!" he yelled as he struck the remaining foes. The remaining vending machines, caught off guard, suddenly found themselves sliced in half (despite the fact that Ripel using a microphone as a weapon, and he hadn't appeared to hit them at all). In all PR style, the machines spun around once (top and bottom spinning in opposite directions), until falling to the ground on their backs, screaming. "Someone set us up the bomb!" were their final words before their existence was replaced by an oddly large explosion. The battle appearing to be over, Ripel looked around. "Thanks guys, I almost thought that was my farewell concert. Wait a minute...oh dear." Just then he realized who helped him, and his face fell. "Oh great..." |
03-02-2004, 07:19 PM | #117 |
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[ooc] AAAHHGGGHHHH! how come everybody my char goes near stops posting!?[/ooc]
After waiting a moment and receiving no response from the musician known as WeiBer, he tapped his shoulder and asked again. "Are you still looking for band members?"
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03-02-2004, 07:24 PM | #118 | |
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Matrix pulled his phones out of his mixing deck. Laying in front of him were the twisted remains of six vending machines.
He walked over to one, and yanked his P-Blade out, and slid it back into the sheath, to make it a P-Cane again. Thing was pretty damn hard to kill WITH A FREAKING ADAMANTIUM DIAMOND BLADED ACID ETCHED SWORD! The rest heard All You Base, then started convulsing violently. Matrix loaded his gear back up, and walked over to the others in a very British manner. "Well...that was fun."
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03-02-2004, 07:24 PM | #119 |
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OOC: ... Please don't come near us! He's so powerful, he kills a band members career by speech alone!
OOC: And I guess that makes the semi useless now... Dezil pulled up, only to see the vending machines of DOOOM! reduced to scrap. He got out and said, "Man, you guys made short work of that in a hurry. Guess I wasn't needed to save the day at all." Then he spotted Ripel and said, "Oh, so we saved you..."
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03-02-2004, 07:25 PM | #120 |
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WeiBer woke up from his long stupor looking at the puddle of Dr. Pepper.
"Oh, yes absolutely what do you play?" ooc: sorry I was out for a while.
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