First of all, I want to say that you have all been great players. You all get your orders in quickly, your actions are either funny, realistic or entertaining, and that's exactly what I was looking for in a group. When I get a message from some of you, I feel proud that you are that interested in my game. It means alot
to me that you want me to hurry up.
However, it is unnecessary. I know when you all have your orders in. I will continue when I have enough time to spare. It takes more time than you might think to write these. Stanley Yelnats
Alcatraz wrote:Hop into my souped up snowplow and chase after them. If I can't chase after them, contact my friends at the police station and ask about the license plate number.
You get into your souped up snowmobile. It's a horribly cumbersome, slow, fuel inefficient mess that looks very out of place in the summer weather, but it's all you have. After about twenty minutes, you spot them far away on the horizon. They're heading North, out of Vancouver and into god knows where. Sten Bos
lawmaster wrote:Laugh and start nashing your teeth while shouting jiberish, I want to freak them out as much as possible.
You nash your teeth and shout jibberish. "Shit, you clocked him too hard." The driver looks a bit worried, and begins to sweat.
Zupponn wrote:Hmmm... something still seems off. Go back to the front door and enter the building. Be ready to defend myself just in case.
You enter the building and get a better look at the man, almost wincing at his smell. He's entirely naked, save for the stained jacket with bulging pockets, which he doesn't even seem to be aware of. His pale round belly is built upon two skinny hairy legs and two large hobbitlike feet. He smells like he bathed in cheap rum last week, then spent the next seven days sweating it off. Your hand is on your holster, just in case the man moves a step closer to you.James Cawthorn
mgb519 wrote:Something about that man strikes me as beyond odd. Watch, ease out of sight, then follow into building should odd man go inside. Otherwise, wait till he leaves and then follow him discreetly.
You enter the office behind the man, trying not to be noticed. Unfortunately, you're heard as soon as you enter by the man who came in before you. You are distracted though, by the naked hobo in front of him. Peter J. Fist
Scratch wrote:(OOC: My entire neighborhood's power is out, so I have been unable to get online for a while, but access will probably be back soon. Also, am I naked aside form the jacket? This is going to be awkward if I am.)
I head back up the stairs after making sure nothing's weird in here.
I head back up stairs and begin to talk to the man there, if he appears sane and reasonable, I say in a completely straightforward manner. "Hello sir, are you an acquaintance of a Mr. Joel Myers? Because I woke up in the upper room and have no idea where I am or how I got here."
You say hello to the two men in front of you, who seem to be looking at your crotch. Their faces are twisted with both shock and disgust. That's when it hits you; you realize that they're both foreigners, most likely fellow Yankees. One of them has a pistol on his jacket, and the older one looks almost like a victim of shell shock.