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smash_logs2014-05-30 06:31 pm
mansionstaff) wrote in smash_logs2014-05-30 06:31 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- * event - graduation,
- apple kid (mother),
- atlas (portal),
- blaze (sonic the hedgehog),
- bowser (mario),
- chili (pokemon),
- connor kenway (assassin's creed),
- daisy (mario),
- eirika (fire emblem),
- ema skye (ace attorney),
- evve/sylveon (pokemon),
- hajime tanaka (osu tatakae ouendan),
- henry (fire emblem),
- hifumi yamada (dangan ronpa),
- ike (fire emblem),
- jock/arcanine (pokemon),
- joel (the last of us),
- jolt/jolteon (pokemon),
- jon talbain (darkstalkers),
- kiyotaka ishimaru (dangan ronpa),
- little mac (punch out),
- max (advance wars),
- mondo oowada (dangan ronpa),
- mukuro ikusaba (dangan ronpa),
- pit (kid icarus),
- pulseman (pulseman),
- r.o.b. (gyromite),
- samus aran (metroid),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- soryk val'kaeon/blood elf (warcraft),
- ulki (fire emblem),
- vivian/turret (portal),
- voile/gardevoir (pokemon),
- yasuhiro hagakure (dangan ronpa),
- ziio (assassin's creed)
Don’t worry about the future.
Who: EV ERY ONE
What: Graduation. Prom.
When: The evening of May 31st.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: WHO KNOWS
It's a beautiful spring evening at Smash Academy, the barest hints of summer just beginning to touch the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.
Before everyone could get their party on, however, there was the main event of the evening. From his place at the podium, Master Hand watched students and staff alike find their way into the stadium. With the recent shadow bug invasion, there seemed to be tensions in need of dispelling. If the Headmaster knew one thing, however, it was that some silly antics were not going to ruin this esteemed event. Not tonight. Not if he could help it.
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HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.
HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.
Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location. Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, TAG YOUR DUDES, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!
What: Graduation. Prom.
When: The evening of May 31st.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: WHO KNOWS
It's a beautiful spring evening at Smash Academy, the barest hints of summer just beginning to touch the stadium floor, which had been rearranged into a platform overlooking neat rows of chairs meant to seat the gathered crowd of faculty and students. Towards the other end of the complex was the arrangement for the prom that was to follow. Food and drink, chairs and tables, each with a floral centerpiece, and, of course, a dance floor.
Before everyone could get their party on, however, there was the main event of the evening. From his place at the podium, Master Hand watched students and staff alike find their way into the stadium. With the recent shadow bug invasion, there seemed to be tensions in need of dispelling. If the Headmaster knew one thing, however, it was that some silly antics were not going to ruin this esteemed event. Not tonight. Not if he could help it.
-------
HEY DUDES! Here's how stuff is going to work. We kick off the log with GRADUATION. This part of the log will be divided into separate threads. I'll post them all at once, so feel free to hop around, mingle, post whenever, wherever.
HOWEVER, once the PROM starts, it will be up to you guys to post your own threads. Please check out last year's log if you'd like an idea of how this works. Everything after the thread titled "DISMISSAL" (I will post that in a bit, so don't post prom threads until I have that up!) will be considered prom, though don't let that stop you from continuing to post in the graduation section.
Please label all your threads appropriately! (Examples: "SHENANIGANS AT THE FOOD TABLE", "DANCE-OFF", "THE PUNCH IS SPIKED", "BOTHER X" In general, a location + what is going on in the thread is the way to go. Obviously, more than one thread can take place at the same location. Linking back and forth when and if you thread hop is very much appreciated. If things start to look a bit laggy, we'll bump to the next page. Most importantly, TAG YOUR DUDES, HAVE FUN, and let a mod know about any problems or concerns you might have!
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No, seriously. Jumping on it with an axe? Jamming a crowbar into it and getting dragged around?
He hastily holstered El Diablo and pulled out Shorty. He'd found this puppy in the sewers on the body of a man named Ish. It was a sawn off shotgun, but done right. Carefully modified by it's former owner, it had saved his ass on more than one occasion. He'd upgraded the mag to hold six, 20 gauge shells.
"Keep 'im busy, boys!" he called, sprinting forward. The closer he could get, the more damage the little sawn off could deal. And if he was fast enough - a pretty big If, if you asked him - he could let off a couple of blasts then be out of the way by the time it swung one of those Vee Dub Beetle sized fists down to try and give him a full body black eye.
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This was a far different beast that any robot he'd seen, but he had to adapt or they could very well be turned into dead meat. If the thing tried to use its hands to grab him and throw him off, he would try to fend it off with his blades.
He heard Joel about keeping it busy, so that was what he would attempt to do too. Keeping grip of anything, Connor would start swinging his tomahawk on the center of his head.
He took a second as he was doing this though, and spoke quickly to Gordon.
"Gordon!" Connor yelled. "Find something to grip and keep its legs occupied!"
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"Sure, I'll get right on that!" Gordon retorts, while awkwardly swinging by the crowbar implanted in its ass. Whether Connor understood the sarcasm was ultimately irrelevant, because before anything else can be said the giant robot leaps into the air and crashes down, nearly dislodging Gordon. The impact shakes loose a bunch of the prom decorations, draping the whole place in dislodged ropes, banners, ribbons and garlands.
"...!"
He grabs hold of the largest bundle of flowery entrails he can grasp, and wrenches free when Galleom turns. That sends him in a swinging arc around the robot, grasping for more flowerbling to tie him up with.
When the last strands give and Gordon tumbles onto the ground, he's covered in glitter, silk petals, and tissue paper. Galleon is now bound from the legs down in flowers, bows and ENCHANTMENT.
At least, that's what the banner around his legs says: ENCHANTMENT.
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He ran out from his cover, and let loose with the sawn off shotgun. This thing was armored so shooting just anywhere wasn't going to help. He aimed for exposed areas of purple flesh and wiring, and got off four of six shots before having to run for cover again.
How much damage had he done? It was anyone's guess.
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Connor started now going for the exposed areas on the head and neck.
They had to be doing something now, they just had to be. Connor wasn't going to quit until they did and the thing was taken care of.
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"Hogod--!" Gordon scrambles to his feet before the shadow bugs can latch onto his nice-and-electrified suit, and backpedals with a cover of machine-gun fire, to get out of the way of a large, stomping foot.
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Those same damn bugs...
And him without his flamethrower.
"Hey, Connor! We got anything we can use to burn this fella?" he called, shoving Shorty down the back of his pants and pulling out his fully loaded revolver.
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He tried his best to throw off what latched on to them, tomahawk still jammed into the back of it.
Just then, he heard Joel. Connor didn't have any sort of thing that could create any fire but.
"Joel! Do you have any more explosives?"