Hello and welcome! No, I am not dead. No, I am not continuing any of my old threads. Yes, this is a good thing. Maybe. Probably not.
This is a game where two teams fight each other using various means and attempt to complete some degree of Objective!
Objective: This is what we're doing. Status: Various effects that effect the objectives. Gear: What gear you can get during the Objective.
Team A: Players on Team A Team A Completion: How much Team A has done.
Team B: Players on Team B Team B Completion: How much Team B has done.
And now we shall have the first Obvective.
HALLOWEEN OBJECTIVE! You are across from each other, with Team Orange in a giant pumpkin and Team Black in a haunted mansion! The battlefield is covered in a black moss-like substance and volatile pumpkins. There are two pathes between the bases.
Objective: Grab the other team's candy! Status: Spooky, Gear: Black Sword Skull-tipped Staff Phantasmal Musket
Might wanna quick stop that attack rick, before Kyle posts. Dont want our team members hating us. *Dives out of the tree and intercepts rick's tomahawk with Axe* Oof.
...eeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEE *Crashes into a herd of turkeys.* HI THERE ^~^ *swings sledgehammer around* WHERES THE PARTY? OH, AND I JOIN EPIC'S TEAM. HI BUDDY.
Dafuq? Gemini, where'd you come from? Whatever, go sledge them turkeys for my team. Kyle, dont even -think- about trying to take Gem's hammer away. Just let her have it...or she'll let you have it.
Dark...you DO know that colonial Flintlock pistols are single-shot, right? And that they can barely hit the broad side of a barn? And that they take like 20 seconds to reload? And also, some poor-quality gns could explode and take off the shooter's hand? Civil War soldiers were expected to get 3 shots in a minute, and by then guns had gotten much better than colonial ones. yeah, you're not shooting Glocks at us, you're shooting the kinds of guns they had in Pirates of the Carribean. Really, you're better off clubbing us to death with them.
DONT HURT MY BOYTOY!!!! RAAAAAAGE!!!! *Charges Darkfire, the ground quaking beneath her feet, swinging the sledge as if it weighed 5 instead of 50 pounds, mauling Darkfire into a sludgy pulp of flesh and bone.* mmm, breakfast. *Feasts upon the remains.* Omnomnomnom.
OW. At least i'm not dead. And sweet, we got a cool advantage from Gemini. Well, leaving the bullet in for now, I crouch and take careful aim with my bow, firing only when certain of a killshot for a turkey.
DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT? NO, IT'S ALL MUSCLE, LOOK! *Pulls off shirt.* SEE? *Enraged, starts smashing turkeys with hellish speed, chasing after one at a time*
