"Sure." SilverDragon hands the weapon over.
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Fear not the dragon,
Fear not the wolf,
Fear not the warship,
Fear my Crescent Fighter.
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Lord Gwydion, after listening to the conversation, regenerates himself and his bodyguards. He orders one of those Zidagar drinks to brighten him up. After all, it would hurt quite a bit to be blown into a million little pieces then come back to life.
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz. -
Lord Gwydion, now seeing everyone playing with guns, pulls out an Atomic Deathray Blaster (the last of Nikola Tesla's inventions. It also explains the trees flattened in a circle in Siberia)
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz.(This message has been edited by Lord Gwydion (edited 05-03-2001).)
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SilverDragon now pulls out his Enforcer pistol and throws it around.
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Fear not the dragon,
Fear not the wolf,
Fear not the warship,
Fear my Crescent Fighter. -
Lord Gwydion appears to be getting very slightly impatient for his Zidagar Flameout. He tosses his Atomic Deathray Blaster into the air and catches it.
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz.(This message has been edited by Lord Gwydion (edited 05-03-2001).)
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ESPilot, a human with a normal mercenary's uniform and an eyepatch with a piratish look enters. He draws a long knife from his pocket, and with a twitch of his fingers the knives seem to split into 10 knives in his hands. He flings them forward horizontally, each one catching one of Gwidion's guards in the back left side of their chests. ESPilot retrieves his knives, seemingly melds them back into one, and puts it in his pocket. He says "Bodyguards make it unfair for one-on-one fights, if it ever comes down to it." he notices Esponer and says "Ahoy, how's thing been Esponer ol' pal?" and sits down and orders a S'klad, a strong-tasting but unalcoholic drink.
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Why settle for a $3 pound of pork meat, when you can get up to 50+ pounds of human meat free? -
Phoenix gives him his Zidagar Flameout.
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"That is called a droid decoy. This is called a trap. And I'm calling you dead" -
Lord Gwydion thanks Phoenix politely, and promptly regenerates his bodyguards. He sends them back to their ships, and sends the ships back to the huge battlecruiser.
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz. -
As he drinks his Zidagar Flameout, Lord Gwydion decides to put his Atomic Deathray Blaster away before the Flameout has any effect on him.
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz.(This message has been edited by Lord Gwydion (edited 05-03-2001).)
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a tall black haired girl walks in and sees a pilot threatening the bartender. She pulls out a rifle and shoots off ESpilots hand. As ESpilot stares at his charred stub she pulls out another rifle and let's lose with both of them. ES's headless body slumps to the ground.
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Um, ESPilot? I think he was handing the Zidagar Flameout to me...
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz. -
I order a Zidgazdaridzifaridsza Flameout.
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When people pick up a gun, the natural tendency is for the index finger to rest on the trigger. DON'T DO THIS!
Train yourself to rest your index finger along the side of the trigger guard, or against the side of the frame. NEVER
put your finger on the trigger unless you are ready to fire. -
ESPilot regenerates and draws a neutron cannon, the kind you put on ships, and aims at Rally at point-blank range. He fires, leaving half his/her body standing in the middile of the bar, and the two legs start running around like crazy. He is still waiting for his drinks, and sits down to sharpen his knives.
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Why settle for a $3 pound of pork meat, when you can get up to 50+ pounds of human meat free? -
She steps out from behind the hologram shield. She starts to cry. Through her tears she pulls out this:
Then she makes a big hole in ESPilot. She laughs happily, glad that she wasn't hurt.
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When people pick up a gun, the natural tendency is for the index finger to rest on the trigger. DON'T DO THIS!
Train yourself to rest your index finger along the side of the trigger guard, or against the side of the frame. NEVER
put your finger on the trigger unless you are ready to fire. -
Lord Gwydion, sick of people killing eachother, draws his Atomic Deathray Blaster and blasts the rules in giant words across the bar wall:
**1. No killing another character without their permission.
2. No time related weapons.
3. You may NOT blow up my bar!
4. Blast as many heads off as you like, and feel free to regenerate any part
of your body you want to.
5. Have fun. That's not a suggestion. Have fun or I'll tear you limb from
limb! **He then takes a can of napalm from a cabinet, shoves a bunch in the words, washes his hands, and lights the words on fire.
Note that he is not blowing up the bar.
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YakKa Foob MoG. GRuG
PubbuWuP ZiNk WattooM
GaZoRK. CHuMBLE SpuZz. -
ESPilot looks at the hole through him, and seals it up with synthetic flesh. He fires the neutron cannon at the REAL Rally again, blowing her head of without killing her (it's possible if a large enough part of the brain stem is left). He continues waiting for his drink. ESPilot mutters something to himself about violent bars being a bad place for young women, especially with a person like himself in it.
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Why settle for a $3 pound of pork meat, when you can get up to 50+ pounds of human meat free?(This message has been edited by ESPilot (edited 05-03-2001).)
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Rally steps out from another holo shield and says,
"You meanie!"
She shoots him again. Pilots head gets shot off.
"Don't shoot at me or I'll alert the authority's!"
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When people pick up a gun, the natural tendency is for the index finger to rest on the trigger. DON'T DO THIS!
Train yourself to rest your index finger along the side of the trigger guard, or against the side of the frame. NEVER
put your finger on the trigger unless you are ready to fire.