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smash_logs2012-12-20 02:44 pm
gunplay) wrote in smash_logs2012-12-20 02:44 pm
The Great Excitebike Migration: As Narrated by Sir David Attenborough
Who: Ocelot and ANYONE
What: EXCITEBIKES
Where: Campus hallways.
When: Dec. 20
Warnings: Motocross violence..? And swearing.
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[Seeking warmer dirt tracks free of ice to do sick tricks on, the annual Excitebike migration cuts a detour through the vast open hallways of the campus this year. The herd of tiny blocky motocross racers travels in close groups so as to avoid both predators and being lapped by the leader. Once they're on the move, there is very little that can stop them until they reach a finish line.]
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[Naturally, Ocelot is out on patrol, spinning his guns, when he hears the buzzing of many tiny engines. But it is too late-- there is nowhere to run.]
[He barely has time to scream before they hit him. And when they're gone around the corner and the dust settles, Ocelot is left sprawled on the ground, his Spetsnaz uniform covered in little tire tracks. Déjà vu.]
...Son of a bitch...
What: EXCITEBIKES
Where: Campus hallways.
When: Dec. 20
Warnings: Motocross violence..? And swearing.
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[Seeking warmer dirt tracks free of ice to do sick tricks on, the annual Excitebike migration cuts a detour through the vast open hallways of the campus this year. The herd of tiny blocky motocross racers travels in close groups so as to avoid both predators and being lapped by the leader. Once they're on the move, there is very little that can stop them until they reach a finish line.]
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[Naturally, Ocelot is out on patrol, spinning his guns, when he hears the buzzing of many tiny engines. But it is too late-- there is nowhere to run.]
[He barely has time to scream before they hit him. And when they're gone around the corner and the dust settles, Ocelot is left sprawled on the ground, his Spetsnaz uniform covered in little tire tracks. Déjà vu.]
...Son of a bitch...
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.........
[Bitch plz.]
[He turns away a bit, takes a deep breath, cups his hands on either side of his mouth, and:]
MEEEEOWWWRRR!!!
[And now we wait.]
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What.
[ Okay. Yep.
This man is officially insane. ]
1/2
Major!!!
2/2
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[ Shadow nonchalantly glances around at them, and again, the gun begins to twirl. ]
I've defeated the entire United Nations military like they were toys. You expect me to falter now?
[ Wow. ]
1/3
Are any of you carrying a Colt Single Action Army?
2/3
Just my AMD-65, Major.
Major, are you okay? You look, uh...
I have a Makarov, Major. Will that work?
Forgive me, Major. Just the bullets.
3/3
[He pushes the closest man away by the chest, and retrieves two Makarovs from the others-- small handguns.]
[Eying Shadow coldly, he begins to rapidly spin them in each hand at the same time. Spin spin spin spin spin. He turns his hand, spinning them horizontally under his hand. Then over his hand. He throws them up and catches them. Behind his back. Flips one over his shoulder. Under and over his arm from behind. Spinny spinny spinny.]
UHH... 4/3
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Nope, sorry. Shadow still looks particularly unenthusiastic. ]
I see. So you were trained for a human circus before attempting the military.
[ Sloooow clap. ]
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One moment, he's there, but the next, he's suddenly behind all of these men, having Chaos Controlled behind them.
Fancy. ]
Try me.