Armed Weaponry - Thermal gunfight

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Who: Smaus and childrens and not childrens
What: Armed Weaponry Class
Where: Courtyard, outside. Snow.
When: Tuesday, Dec 8th
Warnings: Cheeseburger guns and shenanigans

[[AGAIN this class has totally been taught in spirit this whole time and this particular class is backdated to Tuesday. And I am still the hugest derp.]]

*TODAY. Armed Weaponry will be taking place OUTSIDE in the snow, yes. There is a large note written on Miss Aran's chalkboard stating this for super special for students who did not hear her announce this the last dozen or so times last class, or are stragglers running late and didn't get the memo. Once enough students have filtered into the school's large, open, white-covered courtyard Samus will start her lecture.*

Today we will be revisiting the Super Scope, an item I hope you are all more than familiar with by now and learning how to use your surrounding environment to your advantage.



Here, *as Samus rips off the cover to a large table she had dragged out here earlier, on said table containing a multitude of SUPER SCOPES* you will find Super Scopes modified with a thermal scope instead of a normal scope. This will allow you to see extreme temperature differences, making it easier to detect your opponent in cold settings.



Today will be a simple class. No teams, no capture the flag, just a free-for-all. Utilize your thermal scopes to find opponents. Utilize your environment to avoid detection. The Super Scope itself will generate heat when it is fired, so keep this in mind.

Also keep in mind, *as Samus picks up a Super Scope for herself* I will be playing along with you.


[[The gun itself will record the number of times you are hit and/or successfully hit someone else and will not fire should you try to leave the courtyard with it. Other teachers and non-Armed Weaponry Students are more than welcome to stumble into the courtyard and play too. ♥ ]]

Comments

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[And then she FALLS BACKWARDS into the snow, lifeless and hand draped dramatically over her forehead.]

I am dead. [Said super dead pan get it get it ok yeah it was dead pan.]

[raced_god]

[Falcon is just going to flop down next to her.]

Me too.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Hell is not at all as I imagined it. It's kind of cold. And snowy.

[raced_god]

It's Dante.

His hell was made of ice.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

The lowest level of hell for people like us, huh?

[raced_god]

Lowest level of hell is for traitors, I thought.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

I don't recall. Maybe we should break out then.

[raced_god]

You still have a class to teach.

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Oh I fully plan on doing that. Maybe not from hell, though.

[notstevejobs.livejournal.com]

::A gentle reminder from that class she was neglecting to teach sailed through the air::

::A cheeseburger coming in at 90 miles per hour, directly at Samus::

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Neglecting for like FIVE MINUTES she sits up only to be greeted with a high-speed burger beaning her in the back of the head.]

OW.

[upon closer inspection] A... cheeseburger?

[notstevejobs.livejournal.com]

::And in the distance -- Apple Kid's score-thing tallied up a direct hit.::

::Oh look, he's waving at you, Miss Aran. You should probably wave back.::

::Also there's an order of french fries flying through the air, but as they're yellow in a white wrapper, they're hard to see against all of this crazy snow::

[raced_god]

Which level of hell has cheeseburgers and fries?

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

The level that has my class in it, clearly. [SHE GETS UP, GUN IN HAND AND MAKES A BEELINE FOR APPLE KID]

[notstevejobs.livejournal.com]

::Apple Kid is not made for running or hiding or moving fast and he hasn't managed to make some sort of crazy hiding device yet so you can obviously get to him very quickly if you cared to do so::

[raced_god]

[Falcon, meanwhile, is going to eat the fries and watch with mild amusement.]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[And so Samus got back her point. And then a few more for good measure. And she came back to Falcon eating gun fries.]

...you are eating french fries. From a gun.

[raced_god]

They're not half-bad, really.

Smaus is getting hit again. 8]

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

::pew::

*WHOOPS IT'S RUN AWAY TIME. RETREAT.*

Re: Smaus is getting hit again. 8]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

Oh? They look pretty--

[oh my god THAT HER BUTT.]

You're not getting away with that, Pit. [CHASE ENSUES!]

Re: Smaus is getting hit again. 8]

[raced_god]

[LOL shit's hilarious.

And these are some really good gunfries.]

Re: Smaus is getting hit again. 8]

[notstevejobs.livejournal.com]

~You recover 23 hp~

Re: Smaus is getting hit again. 8]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Also you get the subtitle of FATTY]

Re: Smaus is getting hit again. 8]

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

*There is lots of gigglefit as Pit takes to the trees, pleased with his free shot. He got Samus eeeee.*

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

[Samus may be very fond of Pit but that is not going to stop her from shooting at him, trees be damned. PEW PEW PEW~!]