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Post by Draxas on Nov 20, 2005 2:35:05 GMT -5
Welcome back to the PDBA, everyone! I know it's been a long while, so we're going to ease back into things with the basic setup everyone knows and loves: Classic Combat.
A quick refresher on the rules:
- PD weaponry only
- We battle on PD levels only
- We'll switch arenas once decided mutually by the group.
- During an arena change, use a vehicle to get from on arena to another (note this does not allow combat with them, simply to use them for transportation from one arena to another.)
- If you haven't a vehicle, use "teleporters" at the "edge" of a level. These will instantly take you from one arena to another.
- You are free to do things that cannot be done in PD, such as accesing obviously available spots that couldn't be accesed in PD. (EXAMPLE: jumping on the conveyer belt in AirBase).
- Give your opponent a fighting chance in combat. Let them fight back and do some damage to you. Do NOT do a cheap headshot to a person unless you are to be killed shortly after in your post.
- Limit the amount of people you are fighting. Odds are you won't win in a fight of 3 vs. 1.
- Do not run through an arena and kill everyone in one post; it's highly annoying and you will not get any respect that way. Your post would be deleted if done in this manner.
- Whatever another player says, goes. If they say you were killed, tough, you're dead.
- If you die, respawn and seek your vengeance.
- By all means, have fun with this. Don't take what another character says or does too seriously and start a big arguement.
We'll start out in an arena that's an old favorite of mine, and most everyone else's: The Carrington Villa.
Good luck, and good hunting!
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Post by niff on Nov 20, 2005 3:43:23 GMT -5
OOC: Read my new profile, yarr. This post is really hurried, I have to do something soon >_>
Ugh. The city. The thought hit him like a brick when he rose out of bed. He realised he'd been here for nearly a year and a half, and was steadily going nowhere. Sure, he could survive on what he'd made during his arenas, but what good was it if there was no action? Soon to change. Niff rose out of the temperfoam slab that was his bed and checked his PC, that seemed to be blinking a message. [glow=green,2,300]New arena.[/glow] Feeling elated that one was finally accessible. Tapping away on his Sendai, he found the location of the arena. Villa, yet again - he had shared many bloody moments in that place. He got up from his seat, got dressed in his usual polycarbon wrapped pants, grabbed his cyberdeck and headed outside to his ship.
The sky outside the apartment building was like a TV, turned to a dead channel. The world was pretty bleak now, at that point in time. Cyberpunk at it's finest, he thought. Strolling towards his ship, he uncloaked it. Flying.. haven't done this in a while.. the warrior thought to himself, slightly worried. Climbing into the side doors and settling himself into the comfortable pilot seat, he hit the ignition. White-hot jets of flame illuminated the parking space that he was in as he took off towards his destination.
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Post by Draxas on Nov 20, 2005 16:57:06 GMT -5
The silvery-blue jumpship soared over scenic vistas, on its way to a private coastal villa. Within the belly of the transport, Draxas reflexively checked the action on his sniper rifle once more, as he contemplated recent events.
I'm rusty, and I know it, he thought. Carrington's had me behind a desk and in labs for over a year. Draxas still enjoyed science, he had wanted to make a career out of it once, long ago. But he both longed for and mildly resented his long absence from both fieldwork and the arenas. The arenas he had little control over, and he wondered why the call had remained silent for so long. The lack of fieldwork was probably his own fault, though; he had some real close calls on his last mission, and it had taken the Institute medics hours to patch him up, nevermind the weeks he had spent in recovery. After that, Carrington had been loath to send him on any more assignments, and had relegated him to the physics labs. He didn't mind the mental challenge, but he missed the thrill of combat.
Draxas also had the sneaking suspicion that Carrington didn't want to lose his "technology sample," and that notion disgusted him. After all, Raven had had some close calls of his own, and yet he didn't spend all his time behind a computer console. He guessed it was probably because, if Raven was to be KIA, they would still find a body to recover for study. It seems like that's all anyone is ever after when it comes to me, is the thought that ran through his mind at that moment, and it both disgusted and depressed him.
He had seroiusly been considering resigning his post at the Institute lately, and simply moving on. He knew Carrington would be none too pleased with that decision, and he had no idea how extreme the reaction would be if he made that announcement... But what was the worst that could happen? He would simply be shuttled off to the next stop on his dimensional tour, and he could start again from square one...
"ETA, 30 seconds," called the pilot over the comm, beaking Draxas out of his reverie. He slung his rifle back over his shoulders, and prepared to disembark as the ship shuttled over the hills, the first signs of the villa coming into view. He had trained long and hard to try to get back up to speed when the call for an arena came through. It was the first time he had ever received more than a day's notice for one of these events, probably because it had been so long since the last one... He had spent hours getting back up to speed in the firing range and holo room, much to Carrington's chagrin. However, he knew it wouldn't be enough on its own. Holograms and bullseyes didn't think like a real opponent, didn't move like a real opponent, and certainly didn't fight back like a real opponent... He hoped he could get back up to speed quickly enough that he wouldn't be slaughtered repeatedly by said real opponents.
The jumpship crested the final hill, and swept in to hover above a dock that jutted into the small, artificial bay adjacant to the Villa. The side door swung down, and Draxas hopped onto the wooden planks below. He waved to the pilot to signal the all-clear, and the ship sped off above the hills once more.
Draxas willed his R-Tracker to activate, and the small radar display popped into his view. He was surprised to find the display completely clear; he couldn't recall ever being the first arrival to an arena before. Shrugging, he strode across the wooden walkway and onto the patio near the windmill, and awaited the arrival of the others. He would get back into action soon enough...
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Golden Magnum
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Post by Golden Magnum on Nov 20, 2005 21:12:30 GMT -5
Golden Magnum sat at a diner somewhere in Seattle, sipping a cup of coffee and thinking. He had heard that his friend Raptor became involved in the Russian Mafia and was a bit annoyed, but learned to embrace the idea since having a powerful crime family on his side was advantageous. He had thought about Platinum Dragon, who was still in space and the UN monitering any space craft coming into Earth for signs of him. He had wondered why Platinum Dragon became as evil as he was, since he never had that evil aura to him before as he did now. He wondered if an evil force was controlling him, when the waitress interrupted his thoughts. "Anything else sir?" said the waitress "No, that's it for me." replied Golden Magnum.
The waitress had walked away to get Magnum's check. His thoughts return to his past, when dataDyne operated more as a PMC than a Technology Corporation. Just as he was about to finish his coffee, a cocky-looking guy with blonde hair wearing a leather jacket. came in and "accidentely" bumped into Magnum, causing his coffee to spill.
Guy: Aww, did I do that? So sorry, I'll do it when it's full next time, HA HA HA!!! Magnum: You're messing with the wrong person. Guy: What you going to do about it, greeny. Magnum: I'll put one between your eyes, that's what. Guy: YOU WANNA FIGHT?
The guy reached to shove Magnum into the bar, but Golden Magnum turned around and gave him a swift punch, then pulled his DY-357 LX on him while he was on the ground.
Guy: Ohh God, please don't kill me. Magnum: Normally, I wouldn't honor that, but I don't have him, so I'm going to have to kill you later.
Golden Magnum walked out of the dinner and went to the garage housing his vehicle. While onboard, he recieved a message:
NEW PDBA!!! Location: Carrington Villa Rules of Engagement: Classic Combat Current Opposition: Draxas, Niff Weather Conditions: Cloudy with a high chance of heavy rain.
Golden Magnum: Hmm, a new PDBA, I've been out of practice, but maybe I haven't lost it.
Golden Magnum returned to his private Villa first to stock up. After going through all the locks, he reached his armory, where his weapons were stored. He suited up into his dataDyne infantry uniform, grabbed a Super Dragon and strapped it to his back. Then he grabbed two MagSecs as well as remote mines, N-Bombs, IR and Night Vision goggles. He looked again at the wather conditions and grabbed his baclava and put it over his head. After, he went back to his ship and headed for the Villa.
Location: Carrington Villa 1800 Hours.
The nightEagle soared in range of the Villa. Golden Magnum already noticed the rain starting to get heavy. "Good" he thought. The sound of rain could mask his footsteps and make it easier to move around undetected, but if he were to go inside, he could be follow by wet footprints. He rappeled down over the telescope tower, drew his super dragon and aimed it over the Villa.
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Post by niff on Nov 22, 2005 0:01:28 GMT -5
OOC: Rushed again, I'm too caught up in LUA scripting >_>
Zero, Niff's dropship, swooped over the first of the villa's sections by the coast. Shimmering blue in the tropic glare, the dropship hovered about 40 feet above the roof, humming.
Niff was inside, thinking to himself. This should be fun, he pondered, while inserting his 'softs behind his ear. I wonder if I'll meet any of the old gang.. He clicked the last .357 round into his revolver, sheathed his knives, and put some spare ammo into his pouch. Outside, the sun was still glaring, and it was incredibly humid. The light reflected off the ocean almost blindingly. Far better than the city. I missed this place, Niff thought.
Readied up, he leapt off the side of his dropship. Soaring through the air, he landed with a loud slam on the yellowish tiles that made up the pathing between buildings. He leapt again while the dust was still settling and landed on one of the roofs adjacent, magnum withdrawn.
Bring it on. I've been waiting for this.
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Post by Draxas on Nov 22, 2005 8:01:18 GMT -5
Draxas was snapped from his inner thoughts as the first dropship swooped in across the villa plaza. He had moved up to one of the balconies, and was contemplating his fate as he enjoyed the sunshine. I've been cooped up in that prison of an Institute for far too long... They always did tell me to get out more.
Draxas reflexively reached for his DMCs and studied the craft to try to determine who had arrived. His question was quickly answered as Niff freefell a short distance and out of sight, and was followed by the crash of masonry.
Crazy bastard, thought Draxas, as he clicked off the safeties. He heard another crash from somewhere out of sight as Niff's dropship sped off over the horizon. And then, almost as if it stole the sun as it went, a squall kicked up in its wake, the sky clouded over in seconds, and the rain began to fall in sheets.
"Blah," grumbled Draxas. He was barely audible over the downpour, even to himself. He moved to the edge of the balcony to attempt to spot where Niff had gone, but visibility was poor, and the strom was interfering with his R-Tracker. He was searching over the edge of the balcony when the first grenade ricocheted off of the side of the Villa and exploded.
Draxas was thrown off of his feet and over the side of the balcony. He lost his grip on his guns as he smashed into the roof of another building below, back first. He stared up into the stinging rain for a few moments, stunned and winded, but not wounded particularly badly. He kept his organic eye partially closed to avoid the stinging drops, and prepared to hoist himself up, when the barrel of a .357 pressed between his eyes.
"Sucks to be you," said Niff, as Draxas heard the hammer cock back. He tried to roll out from under the weapon while going for his own pistols. Instead, the side of his head was blasted into pulp by the high-powered round. In his last fleeting moments of life, Draxas's half-intact brain contemplated the idea that he was sorely out of practice, as his body tumbled off the roof and onto the paving stones below.
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Post by niff on Nov 22, 2005 21:28:55 GMT -5
Blood. Blood everywhere. He forgot how gory things could be. Diluted crimson red dripped off the barrel of his .357 and the side of the roof. The body on the paving stones was gushing blood from it's head wound, painting the cracks between the paving red, like a bloody maze. Barely having time to think what he was doing, the corpse faded away slowly to it's spawn cycle.
Holstering his .357 he leapt off the roof again, trenchcoat billowing, across a gap to a door over the other side. Locked, as expected.. the combatant thought to himself no matter. He gave the door a swift kick in the middle, snapping it in half horizontally and giving him free access. He unholstered his .357 and flipped open the cylinder as he stepped inside, removing the hot fired cartridge and replacing it with a new one.
He set off through the mazy corridors that made up the villa, searching for his next victim..
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Post by N3B on Nov 23, 2005 15:27:07 GMT -5
The crimson sky shimmered in the waning sunlight as the sun dropped to the horizon. The clouds caught the light and illuminated the sky. The gentle breeze from the water rolled across the Carringon Villa with the sounds of crashing waves dominating the ambiance. A large color-fluxuating ship of red and blue loomed in the sky, the jets humming steadily and assorted detection lights blinking. A hatch on the side cracked open, letting loose a horde of light, and a rope. A combat-armored trooper appeared at the edge of the large vehicle, and slid down the rope, landing on the floor and waving a signal back at the ship.
The man was N3B, renowned arena-fighter of the Neo Tetra Coalition. He pulled his gloves tight, then removed the RC-P120 hanging from his hip, flipping the safety off and began scanning the region. He could see no immediate threats, despite his radar indicating 3 other targets in the arena. Two were fairly close, and a third by himself; they were all at the edge of the display, so distance was difficult to judge. The warrior began to move swiftly towards the villa building, hoping to get out of plain view to any snipers.
As he reached a door to the second level, a large explosion errupted on the ledge behind him. Instinctively, N3B ducked down onto one knee and shielded his face from any debris, some sizeable chunks hitting the walls around him and some minor pieces ricocheting off of him. After the airborne materials dissipated, he tucked around a corner, remaining crouched. He peered over the top of the ledge with the scope on his RC-P, and saw a lone figure on the overlook from the observation tower fiddling with a smoking weapon.
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Post by Draxas on Nov 23, 2005 17:59:09 GMT -5
Draxas respawned inside the villa, seated at Carrington's kitchen table. He pushed the chair out quietly and rose, willing his R-Tracker to life; he had a sneaking suspicion that someone was close. Those suspicions were confirmed as a blip appeared on the display quite close by (as well as a pair of others further off), on the level above. Draxas readied his DMCs, and began moving to intercept his foe.
He headed down the hallway toward the stairs up, following closely beneath the other signal and waiting for an opportunity to strike. They both reached the stairs at roughly the same time, but Draxas remained underneath the overhang, out of view from the landing, and watched the display as his target began to descend the stairs. A moment later, he saw Niff round the corner of the stairs with his magnum drawn.
"Hello again, Niff," called Draxas, and Niff spun around to face him, then just as quickly dove for cover behind the built up stone railing as a flurry of submachinegun rounds began chewing away at the masonry and the wall behind where he had stood.
Draxas backed behind a corner to reload his weapons, and slung one away to reach for an N-Bomb. He popped the pin off with his thumb and lobbed it over toward the stairs, hoping to flush Niff from hiding or stun him for an easy kill... And saw a similar looking device flung through the air and headed straight for him.
"Yagh!" shouted Draxas, as he rushed away behind a corner again to keep away from the thrown projectile. The grenade bounced once on the plush carpeting before exploding, showering the immediate vicinity with shrapnel. Draxas pressed himself against the wall around the corner, and was only nicked by a few pieces of flying metal. He had heard the N-Bomb detonate at nearly the same time, but he wasn't sure what effect, if any, it had...
Once the smoke from the explosion thinned a bit, Draxas stepped back out into the main hallway, DMCs in hand, and began to attempt to figure out what had become of Niff...
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Post by kidgame2001 on Nov 23, 2005 19:11:42 GMT -5
Been such a long time I had to go to my profile and see what my ships name was. I had forgotten. ------
Kid was at home playing computer games. Suddenly he got a new message about a new arena. He read the message and found out it was in the Villa. He decided to get back into the action.
He went and put his suit of body armor on. He then put in his Silenced falcon 2's in their holsters. He grabbed his backpack and put some weapons in there. He tossed kis K7 Avenger and SuperDragon, as well as some hand grenades and an NBomb. He also tossed in several ammo clips for each, especially a box of Superdragon grenades.
He went out and got into his "Death Star" hover taxi and took off towards the villa. It wasn't far away and within half an hour he was there. As he got there though a sudden downpour occured. He stuck on his raincoat and landed the taxi on the helipad. Once he got out he pressed a button on his keychain and the taxi took off towards home.
He checked his watch and pressed the map button. A small holographic map popped up showing the locations of everything in a moderate radius near kid. He didn't see any red dots so he assumed that everyone was not near him. He turned the radar map off and then looked up. He ran towards the nearest building and kicked the door open.
Kid was finally out of the pouring rain and looked around. He didn't see anything or anyone around. It was way too quiet in the area. Kid checked his radar map again and saw a faint red dot but it was far away. He took out his SuperDragon which had a full clip loaded in, plus a grenade. He then slowly walked towards the red dot on his radar.
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Post by niff on Nov 23, 2005 23:29:21 GMT -5
OOC: SDFASDFSAMDIJA I LOST MY POST TWICE NOW *types in notepad* Augh, my head! he moaned in his thoughts Get up! GET UP! He was caught in the small corner of what was now a small black sphere, shrinking rapidly. Enough to give him a headache, anyway. A flurry of what were obvious DMC rounds landed incredibly close to his head, coming from the other side of the wall. He rolled out of the way, as the floorboards exploded even closer. As soon as he got to his feet, he was off, sprinting towards the position where the DMC fire had come from, nanites racing through his legs, magnum drawn and firmly in his hand. Dashing past the wall he was knocked out behind and towards the shrapnel cascaded red carpet, he spotted Draxas to his right. He stopped dead in his tracks, magnum already raised, and so had Draxas. Things looked like they were at the usual stalemate, so common in the arenas.. until a dark helmeted, black jumpsuit clad warrior with an RCP strolled into the room. Old friend..
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Post by Draxas on Nov 29, 2005 17:10:10 GMT -5
Just what I needed... thought Draxas as he retreated towards some cover amidst the renewed hail of shells, Two on one.
He ducked behind a corner as the bullets ricocheted around him, somehow miraculously unharmed. As the noise of gunfire abruptly cut off, Draxas paused to insert fresh clips into his weapons. He needed to split the two allies up if he was to have a fighting chance at all...
Draxas sprinted out away from his corner, laying down covering fire from one of his DMCs as he ran, and then dove behind an expensive looking couch. Immediately he came under fire from Niff's now familiar magnum, but the automatic fire of N3B's RC-P120 was not present in the stream of deadly projectiles. As Draxas lay on the floor behind the couch, he wondered where the other fighter had gone. Perhaps he was attempting a flanking manuver, or possibly just sneaking around while cloaked...
His wonderings were abruptly cut off as Niff hurdled the couch and struck downward with a flying kick. Draxas had just barely enough time to roll away, which was just as well, because the nano-augmented kick landed precisely where he had been laying, and impacted hard enough to splinter the hardwood floor. He attempted to get back to his feet, but Niff was far too quick, and a swift follow-up kick to the ribs sent him tumbling across the floor in pain.
Draxas groaned as he struggled to rise to a standing position. He was positive that some of his ribs were broken. Niff stood at the ready, with a knife drawn in each hand, and simply said, "Come on."
Draxas grimaced at the pain, and made his decision.
"Screw that," he replied, and opened fire.
He was forced to admit that his foe was incredibly quick, as Niff dove for cover behind another couch nearby. As Draxas slung the emptier one of his guns and reached for another N-Bomb, Niff unexpectedly came hurtling around the side of the couch blades first, with the intent to impale his foe. With only a split second to react, Draxas tried to bring his weapon to bear while he dodged the knives... And wound up with one of the knives jabbed point-first into the back of his bionic arm. The blade stuck there when Niff tried to pull it free, and he was momentarily stunned. Draxas responded with a rising backhand with the metal limb, which caught Niff full in the face and sent him crashing to the floor. Siezing his opportunity, Draxas emptied the remainder of his DMC clip into the prone fighter, who sparked, shuddered, and bled a deep crimson streaked with silver. It only took a few seconds for the blood to slow to a thin trickle of silver alone, and then stop completely as the nanites closed the wounds, but it was too late. Niff lay still, and his body began to fade away for respawning.
Draxas was about to try to pry loose the knife stuck in his arm, when his chest exploded with a burst of automatic fire. He twisted as he fell, clutching at the gaping wound, and just barely caught sight of N3B recloaking behind him as his vision faded into darkness and he slumped to the floor.
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Post by niff on Nov 29, 2005 22:10:39 GMT -5
OOC: Yay, I've been waiting to post.
After his pretty brutal massacre, Niff respawned. 40 feet in the air, though. Appearing horizontally in midair during his fall, he tumbled and twisted a few times before he could manage to get his feet below him. Trenchcoat billowing he plummeted straight down into a roof, clearing straight through the roofing tiles, the roof itself, and snapping a support beam in half. Finally, landing all fours on the ground, ready to pounce again. He would have, except he heard the all-familiar clicking of a SuperDragon flicking to automatic.
From what he could see in the chaotic blur of muzzle flashes coming through the dust and wood chips that was the roof, there was a medium sized figure, seemingly wearing jeans and a tshirt. Casual, for a blood-thirsty killing arena. Niff, snapping from his thoughts within a split second, sprinted zig-zagging towards silhouetted the figure, avoiding most of the gunfire. He was impressed with his gaining speed, shaking off the rust. As soon as he was out of the dusty cloud he crouched down and right towards the white stone wall. The high caliber rounds pumping out from the superdragon were continuously fragmenting the wall behind him as he ran directly along the wall for a short time, then pounced forwards yet again, towards his target.. who had moved. Niff landed with a crack on the floorboards again and rolled forwards. Yet again, he'd underestimated his target's abilities..
His target's new position was quickly revealed when a deep thudding sound came from above the stairs leading to the second level. Within a split second a flurry of grenades came flying towards Niff's being, slamming into the floorboards and making them fiery messes as he returned fire, no idea if he'd actually hit or not.
When the familiar sound of the trigger clicking, empty, from the Superdragon of his assailant, he took the opportunity. Running up the vertical face of the stairs leading up to the reloading warrior's position he leapt upwards.
A look of shock appeared on the victim's face. He realised he had no grenades left as Niff was coming straight down at him, fist raised. Niff realised he must have quickly switched to automatic fire as he felt two or three bullets bounce off the side of his thighs due to his ballistic protection, and one piercing the side of his calf. But it was too late for his target. Niff felt his fist connect with something solid, then the solidness was gone - soft, and squishy. Kinda warm. When he landed onto the floorboards Niff collapsed in pain.
He looked forward, on all fours. Lying on it's back, Kid's face had that look of nothing on it.. eyes rolled back up, tongue hanging out. Then he realised his fist had struck Kid through the top of his skull and turned his brain to paste. Niff wiped his bare hand on the now fading away Kid, and limped away through the mazy corridors looking for some help, or a probable one-sided fight.
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Post by kidgame2001 on Nov 30, 2005 17:47:00 GMT -5
As kid respawned he swore under his breath. He had been taken down by Niff, but at least he had done some damage back to his target. Looking around he was now in the cellar.
He checked his superdragon which had been reloaded with fresh clips of bullets, and more grenades. He didn't hear or see anyone nearby so he looked at his watch to see the radar. From what he could tell noone was in the cellar but there were others close by.
He managed to find a Dragon on the floor and he knew what to do with it. He picked it up and walked out of the cellar and then set a trap. He set the Dragon to proximity mine mode and tossed it on the ground. He then ran back in the cellar and locked the door. He would find another way out.
He just hoped that someone woulf fall for his little trick. He searched the cellar and found quite a bit of whiskey bottles so he grabbed one, and took a drink of one. It was nasty tasting, and after checking the label he found out it was an old bottle. So he threw it against the wall in anger and the bottle shattered, sending glass and whiskey everywheres.
Kid managed to find a small suit of body armor so he took it and put it on. It wouldn't stop many bullets, but it would at least reduce some damage he would take. He then saw another door which had to lead out. So he opened it and walked through and found himself in an underground corridor. He walked inside the corridor wondering what to expect.
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Post by Merlin 2592 on Dec 5, 2005 7:42:35 GMT -5
OOC:Yay, time to bloody you guys up.Bus is comin so gtg cya guys at 3:00 my time
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