Log started: 6/9/02 7:51:46 PM $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 9/20 Posted Author Terrorism in the Nile Sat Jun 08 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A bland anchorman sits at a desk spouting off about something not important then is handed a report. The achorman glances over it and speaks. "This just in. It seems that Maverick Hunter forces launched an attack into Africa this evening. Since then the Robot Master news sorces have been broadcasting scenes of this action across their networks." The anchorman looks off camera "We have the tape, right guys? Here for you to view unedited is the footage of what the Master controled stations have been playing since." A panning shot crosses the Nile. The great river glistens in the sunlight. The shot then cuts away to Blues, standing on what looks like a battle torn hill... charging up his buster then blasting factories that exist along the Upper Nile River. A voice over begins "Today two 'Maverick Hunters' attacked our lands unprovoked. These two traitors to Lord Wily came without warning and destroyed with abandon. Uncaring if the buildings were populated with innocents." The scene changes again to show Snake Man and Ring Man battling with Blues, and then over to Plant Man tangling with Zero. "You're protectors, the Robot Masters, fought bravely to protect the lands of Africa and our industrial strength..." Shot changes to Ring Man's head being blown clean off by Blue's Protobust Megablast point blank, then to Flash Man being fell by an unseen source. "Some of them fell to the bloodthirsty Hunters while protecting your lands. Others were wounded badly in the service of Africa," Shot of a badly wounded Snake Man trying to get away from Blues as Blues tries to fire his buster to find it temporarily non-functional, then to Plant Man laying in the sand wounded. "But all was not lost. No, in that dark hour Lord Wily's greatest came through!" Shot of Bass flying in, "He quickly fell into battle with the terrorists" Footage of the battle with Zero plays, showing Zero's saber slash at Bass, "AND TRIUPHED!" Shot of Bass unleasing chaos and taking Zero out... the blast that took Zero out looks suspiciously like that same blast that took Flash Man out... in fact if Flash had been standing just off camera... "The one still standing cowardly ran from the scene with the remains of his associate in crime." Another panning shot, the area now scarred with signs of battle, the factories' shells still smoking from the attack, "Damage estimate range into the tens of thousands of zenny, casualty reports are still coming in... it will be some time till the final cost is known. What is known, however, is that it would have been worse if not for the heroic efforts of the Robot Masters." The footage ends. "What a load of""We're on!!""Er I mean there you have it." Says the GNN achorman, "the Maverick Hunters could not be reached at this time. However we expect to soon. In other news..." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Maverick Hunter $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 10/71 Posted Author Report: G11 Riot Fri Jun 07 Blade Raven ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Well, since nobody else decided to report on it, I may as well do this, too." Seems like someone's not in a good mood, "I'm not quite sure what caused it, as I was watching Rock and Coaster Raptor battling it out, but Rigger gave a report over the radio about Vile ripping Swing's face off. So, naturally, myself and some of the other Hunters, Auto, Alia, and some of the newer recruits, went out to see if we could help. When we got there, aparently Vile was already done with Swing, as he blasted him into the mass of rioters, to let the humans rip him apart. I went down into the mass of bodies, got Swing, and tossed him to Auto. In the process, I got both of my wings torn off, and my hands burnt by the acid that was spilling from Swing. Of course, if it weren't for Alia, I probably wouldn't even be giving this report. I'd also like to thank the medical staff for their quick response to injuries. Raven out." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Maverick Hunter $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 10/72 Posted Author G11 Riots Sat Jun 08 Rigger ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ TO: Maverick Hunter General Alias FR: Rigger I apologise for the deliquency of this report. The conference was going fine, in spite of the crowd gathered in rallies outside, until Vile showed up. He destroyed one of the buildings to get the attention of the crowd, and then blamed the Maverick Hunters for his presence there, claiming that we allowed him to come because we didn't care what happened to them. He further instigated them until they started fighting, and then he went after Swing who was near myself. I attempted to get Vile to release Swing, and instead he took my wrench and used it to impale him. After that Crescendo and the others arrived on scene, and dealt with the situation as previously outlined. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Maverick Hunter $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 10/73 Posted Author 'Adam's' Real Identity Sun Jun 09 Counterpoint ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The screen clears to show an oddly detached looking Counterpoint. He folds his arms behind his back, and stares at the camera. Then he begins speaking in a calm monotone. "This afternoon, Kalinka Cossack, Rigger and I left the labs to meet the young man 'Adam' who Kalinka met in Ruby's Diner a while back. Upon meeting the young man, I followed my standard proceedures and gave him a full run over with my sensors." He pauses. "It turned out that Adam was a hologram. When confronted, he dropped the disguise to reveal the Robot Master, Astro Man. Almost immediately after this, ProtoMan arrived along with several other Hunters. The situations resolved peacefully when Astro Man fled. That is all." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ France Ahhh, oui! France is still the romantic capitol of the word, n'est pas? France has worked hard to keep the detractive parts of modern technology from their country. The Eiffel Tower, a symbol of progress itself, is still the tallest structure in France. The strong and rigid iron spire rises above it's beloved city of Paris, looking down upon the Moulin Rouge, the Louvre, and other fine French attractions of culture. Beyond the main city one can find a pleasant life of wine, love and appreciation for life. C'est excellent, non? Shyster [Cinematic] [M] Overdrive Ostrich [Unlimited] [M] Proteus Fox [Armor] [RF] Crescendo [Armored] [Armored] [MH] Elias Kiritsu [Clothes] [C] Andromeda [EVA Suit] [Eva_suit] [MH] Byte [Byte] [M] Razor Pterodactyl [RF] Javelin Whitetail [Normal] [C] Cacophony Timberwolf [MH] Gemini Man [Normal] [RM] Ring Redwing [Normal] [RF] Sharpshooting Target 5 Sharpshooting Target 4 Sharpshooting Target 3 Sharpshooting Target 2 Sharpshooting Target 1 Bowie [Unarmored] [Unarmored] [MH] Slash Man [Default] [RM] Rhapsody [Unarmored] [MH] Hiryu [Strider] [C] Smite Squirrel [MH] Famine [Tatterdemalion] [MH] Barrage Raptor [Armored] [Armored] [RF] Ballade [Normal] [Suit] [RM] Coaster Raptor [MH] Archer Colossus [Archer] [Dress Uniform Bastion [Armored] [MH] Sharpshooting Rules Wire Sponge [Normal] [M] Yuri Higashi [C] Synth [Armored] [Armored] [RM] Artillery Chasmosaurus [Armed] [RF] Flare Feline [Normal] [RF] Uranus [Admin] [SD] Vile [Vile] [M] Medieval Fox [MH] Job [Normal] [C] Dirge [Normal] [C] Centaur Man [Normal] [RM] Number Man [RM] Search Man [Normal] [RM] News Camera #1 Floating Stadium Maverick Outpost [M] Utah Beach Memorial Park Obvious exits: West leads to Northeastern Atlantic Ocean. South leads to Iberian Peninsula. Northwest leads to Great Britain. Southeast leads to Switzerland. North leads to Flemish States. East leads to Germany. Up leads to Sky Above Western Europe. Centaur Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Energy Arrows attack. Centaur Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Energy Arrows attack. Centaur Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Energy Arrows attack. Centaur Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Energy Arrows attack. "Pretty impressive for someone who has hooves where his butt should be. 12. Coaster Raptor! Go shoot and then come back so I have something to put my booze on!" A small stellar object comes from the heavens above. Nothing major, a small little mostly nickel object, which survives entry into the atmosphere moving at incredible speeds. Unfortunately for Judge Bronski, he's hit in the head by it. You will now hear messages on channel . "EH. Like that hasn't happened every time I mocked an admin and broke the 4th wall." [OOC] Lifesaver says, "..." [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Cacophony Timberwolf transmits, "That judge is, like, so rude!" [OOC] Crescendo says, "...O_o" [OOC] Wire Sponge says, "...Okay." [OOC] Proteus Fox lols. o/7 "Pennies from heaven!"o/7 Judge Bronski falls to the ground, dead from overwhelming injuries. [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Lifesaver transmits, "...What the freaking hell is this... 4th wall?" [OOC] Smite Squirrel says, "Hush, people." *BELCH* "Coaster Raptor. Please continue." [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Crescendo transmits, "I'm so confused...what did I miss?" His name called, Coaster skates his way over to his place on the firing range. Energy rifle at his side, the weapon is raised and slowly aimed toward the first target. As he was trained, since he never had used one of these before joining the hunters, he just squeezes the trigger until the first shot rings out. A blue bolt of energy fires off toward the first target. The other four targets are also fired at in rapid succession. The last target fired on, the raptor lowers the rifle, checks his score, and slips back to his place in waiting. His name called, Coaster skates his way over to his place on the firing range. Energy rifle at his side, the weapon is raised and slowly aimed toward the first target. As he was trained, since he never had used one of these before joining the hunters, he just squeezes the trigger until the first shot rings out. A blue bolt of energy fires off toward the first target. The other four targets are also fired at in rapid succession. The last target fired on, the raptor lowers the rifle, checks his score, and slips back to his place in waiting. Coaster Raptor misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Standard Energy Rifle attack. Coaster Raptor strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Standard Energy Rifle attack. Coaster Raptor strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Standard Energy Rifle attack. Coaster Raptor misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Standard Energy Rifle attack. Coaster Raptor strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Standard Energy Rifle attack. [OOC] Coaster Raptor says, "Gack, sorry." [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Coaster Raptor transmits, "... Surprised myself on that one." [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Bowie transmits, "Nice shot." "Well, weel, weel. That'd be a big 10. Crescendo, get up there.......who thought up all these names, anyhow? Was there a *burp* committee?" [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Cacophony Timberwolf transmits, "Nice shooting indeed. Yay Coaster!" [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Coaster Raptor transmits, "Thanks, I just shot this thing more then I had in my entire life..." Announcement: Uranus shouts, "Buzz! Time's up, no further entrants." Walking out into view by those watching the esteemed event, Crescendo spins around, one arm raised above his head in an enthusiastic wave, a bright grin on his face. Here is a positively motivated participant; the android's spin almost causes him to blur about the edges, except that he seems to rein in his general love of high speeds for visibility. The Maverick Hunter reaches behind his back, pulling a simple rifle from the sheath resting there, the golden leather a soft foil for the android's gleaming, gold-trimmed yellow and white armor. Slanted optics, glinting gold, the rookie Maverick Hunter raises the rifle in his gloved hands, regarding the targets with a characteristically sunny grin. Here goes! Humming along to an old tune, "Time After Time" from the 1980s, Crescendo begins. Five shots are fired in succession, a single shot directed on each of the targets, his smile remaining with an edge of determined concentration. Slight recoil from the firearm nudges into his shoulder, causing the wisp of red, wiry hair slung low at his neck to sift between his shoulder blades. Crescendo misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack. Crescendo misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack. Crescendo strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack. Crescendo strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack. Crescendo strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack. "Pathetic whistling will apparently help your score. 12, with Dirge next....dirge? Are you some kind of transformers ripoff?" Finished, the yellow, white and gold garbed Maverick Hunter gives one last wave to the crowd and heads back off, slinging that firearm into the sheath at his back. His grin reveals his own surprise; Crescendo hadn't expected to do that well. Yes! Dirge prances out onto the field, long, demon's tail waving, as, trotting along behind her come the little devil drone, 'Stoph, waving his 'Go team!' sign, and, the Pren, 'Fisto, Prenning happily as he charges after her. ... Lord, amighty. Anyway, approaching the line up, she looks at the various targets, and yawns. "Oh, this shouldn't be too hard!" she announces, happily, before she lifts her hands, and then slowly lowers them again, araanging them in a curcular shape, palms facing one another. For those not familiar with the maneuver, it's... ... A paryer to Yevon? ... Errum, yes. Witout Further adue, she bows her head, then lifts it... And, grinning broadly, she lifts her hands, clasping them together. Drawing them apart, a staff of energy and crackling electricity forms.. like a bow. This is lowered, one hand lifting to draw an arrow shaft from the middle of it, and, then, aming down the point, Dirge sets off a series of crackling arrows for each target. Huzzah!! Thor would be proud! .... And no fair wondering just what kind of a weird D&D reject the succubus is, folks. [OOC] Barrage Raptor faceplants. [OOC] Lifesaver facefaults [OOC] Elias Kiritsu says, "FLARE...ARROW!" [OOC] Job faceplants [OOC] Ring Redwing says, "hono no ya!" [OOC] Overdrive Ostrich says, "Flare carrot?" Dirge misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Smiting Arrows attack. [OOC] Cacophony Timberwolf says, "MARS... FLAME... SNIPER!" Dirge strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Smiting Arrows attack. [OOC] Rhapsody says, "Cut the OOC." [OOC] Medieval Fox says, "Kill the OOC, please." Dirge misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Smiting Arrows attack. Dirge misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Smiting Arrows attack. Dirge misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Smiting Arrows attack. [OOC] Archer Colossus says, "Any more OOC and I step on you all." OOC falls unconscious due to massive systems damage. Coaster Raptor has reconnected. Ballade has left. "I like my fanservice without complete whiffs. 2 points, and here's my phonenumber. Call me and I'll console you after that match. Anyhow. Elias Kiritsu.....I think I have a Kiritsu food processor somewhere in here, with a martini mixer. That'd be useful. Anyhow. NEXT." Elias Kiritsu walks from the civilian stands, tonfa pistol loaded, ready to fire. Taking position, he brings said pistol up, and fires AP rounds at each target, hoping to hit. Fancy Looking Poses are for the weak! "Shoot! I guess what they say is right! Yevon and Machina don't mix!" Coaster Raptor has partially disconnected. Ballade has arrived. [OOC] Ballade returns from OOCness. [OOC] Elias Kiritsu says, "...I'm apparently unconcious." $$$$$$ Current Systems Status $$$$$$ Current Endurance: [||||||||||||||||||||] (53 / 53) Fuel Reserves: [||||||||||||||||||||] (100 / 100) Status: Nominal Forcefield Power: 0 $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ [OOC] Medieval Fox says, "Forget to heal after a battle? :>" [OOC] Andromeda says, "Been listening to Guts sing?" [OOC] Elias Kiritsu says, "Maybe..." Elias Kiritsu misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Ap Rounds attack. Elias Kiritsu strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Ap Rounds attack. Elias Kiritsu misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Ap Rounds attack. Elias Kiritsu misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Ap Rounds attack. Elias Kiritsu misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Ap Rounds attack. Number Man says, "2, AGAIN? Listen. Blind people's Battle and Chase is NEXT month, with Timmy the cripple, and that bunch. FAMINE. You and the other Four Horsemen are up." The hideous gunman lurches forward on his crutch, with a bottle in his free hand, and looks impassively around at the game grounds. He raises the empty vodka bottle and hurls it down to the ground beside him, shattering it, and brings out the big gun to begin with, quite literally. He shrugs one shoulder as he, with strain, manages to crash the satchel on his back onto the ground before him. Proceeding to kneel, the Bolshevik sets his crutch down to his side and undoes the buckles on the end of the satchel facing away from him, revealing a precision cannon, and the buckles on the underside of the satchel, revealing a handle with an indentation matching his hand. Before making use of it, he draws two pistols out of his trenchcoat, and fires once per target for the first two targets, and a third time with both towards the third. He then deposits the pistols and reaches his hand forward to fit the indentation, and a cover slides over it as the two merge and Famine interfaces directly with the energy cannon. As zeroes and ones wash over his vision, the cannon-android synthesis locks onto the targets and begins to fire ultrathin strings of concentrated light, one beam dedicated to each of the remaining two targets. Without looking to see whether they hit, he begins to curse about bourgeois wastes of resources in Russian as he disconnects from the cannon, buckles it up again, slings it over his back with great difficulty, picks up his crutch, and begins limping back to his waiting point. On the way back, one tattered boot is torn by the shards remaining of his vodka bottle, and he curses more vividly for a moment before seguing back into the tired old neo-Soviet banter. Upon reaching his waiting spot with the other sharpshooters, he roughly excises more propaganda fliers from his trenchcoat and wordlessly begins distributing them. [OOC] Bastion says, "Number Man?" [OOC] Number Man coughs. Please ignore the admin behind the curtain. Famine strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Liberte attack. Famine strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Egalite attack. Famine strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Fraternite attack. Famine strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his St. Petersburg's Pride attack. Famine strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his St. Petersburg's Pride attack. [OOC] Lifesaver says, "No! Kill the Wizard of M3!" "Well, that was...strange. 15. Flare Feline. Please go, with your mighty-shiny pants." Yay! It's Flare's turn at bat, or shooty ... thing. Whatever. And he doesn't have shiney pants, he has FRAZZLEPANTS! .....yeah. The big firey cat steps up to the mark, then moves his hands into a 'Hadoken'-ish position, a red firey energy orb starting to form. Yes he's doing a Street Fighter ripoff IC, sue me! Once the fireball is big enough, he blasts it out at the first target, then consecutively at the other four. Dusting his hands, he steps off and goes back to the waiting area. Flare Feline strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Flare Bomb attack. Flare Feline strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Flare Bomb attack. Flare Feline misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Flare Bomb attack. Flare Feline misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Flare Bomb attack. Flare Feline misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Flare Bomb attack. "3. Jeeszus. Mr. Twinboy! Show us the power of being your own best friend." Gemini Man looks around at the crowd before he steps up. Loooots of people here. He taps the point of his toe on the ground, and takes his mark. "Miss!" shouts his own voice at him, from the Masters' area. Gemini frowns. "Mii-iss!" shouts the voice again. Gemini Man shakes his head. "What a confidence-booster," he grumbles. "...With friends like you..." He readies his cannon arm, and poises to fire... Suddenly, his clone appears behind him, and shouts directly into his aural: "MISS!" The first shot fires, and goes extremely wide, bouncing off the ground and clipping the bottom of the stands area. ...Maybe it'll hit anyway. He rights himself after that, and quickly fires off the rest of his shots, towards the targets. Gemini Man misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Ricochet Blast attack. Gemini Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Laser Barrage attack. Gemini Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Laser Barrage attack. Gemini Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Gemini Laser attack. Gemini Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Gemini Laser attack. "Gemini Man scores 6, apparently due to martial problems. Mr. Silent Yu. Gemini Man pushes his clone aside and stomps back to his seat. A strangely dressed man moves out from the rest of the combatants. He didn't seem to be there before; its almost as if he appeared from nowhere. He walks up to the firing position, with no weapon in hand. Mounted behind his back appears to be a bladed nightstick. Hiryu reaches back and grips the handle. He slides it out of its harness. With a calm resolve, he stares at the targets. He breathes in slightly. His eyes focusing on his first target. He exhales the small amount of air left in his chest as he brings the blade up. Hiryu swings the blade around. The weapon blade glows as the swing begins. At the correct moment, a blast of energy is released towards the target. Hiryu watches the blast to determine the results of his actions. His eyes and body language show no reaction to the results. Hiryu then turns and unleashes a blast at each target quickly. Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack. Hiryu misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Plasma Blast attack. Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Plasma Bolt attack. Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Plasma Bolt attack. Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Plasma Blast attack. "13, and the famous deer por....er....erotica artist is up." [OOC] Proteus Fox thuds. [OOC] Javelin Whitetail says, "..." [OOC] Lifesaver facefaults. [OOC] Cacophony Timberwolf facepaws [OOC] Yuri Higashi eyes. The Judge is pegged in the head by a chunk of ice from the stands. [OOC] Overdrive Ostrich 'll go for that.. Javelin Whitetail has not one, but five javelins, all similar in build and size. And each of them a foot taller than Javelin herself. She tosses them on the ground in front of each respective target, taking one as she needs them, running a few steps and throwing them solidly at each target. Once done, and score recorded, she goes to retrieve her weapons, then trots back to the line of contestants. Javelin Whitetail strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Javelin attack. [OOC] Javelin Whitetail says, "Crap." Javelin Whitetail strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Javelin attack. Javelin Whitetail misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Javelin attack. Javelin Whitetail strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Javelin attack. Javelin Whitetail strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Javelin attack. [OOC] Javelin Whitetail says, "That good?" Search Man has disconnected. "A most impressive 13. Apparently she can nail more than art critics. JOB, the hardest working Drone in showbiz. Get out there." *burrrrrrrrp* [OOC] Lifesaver facefaults yet again. "Okay. Job has apparently passed out somewhere with a dozen showgirls. LIFESAVER! GET up here before I see if you can be served as a candy treat." Ring Redwing just LOOKED at you! WOO! ^_^ Lifesaver steps forth... while eyeing the Judge. //*First rule of Medicine -- Do no Harm. But I'm SO Tempted...*// He then focuses on the targets at hand... and his left eye glows to a crimson red... before Lifey splits into three and fires onto each target respectfully, teaming up for the last two... You strike Sharpshooting Target 1 with your Retical Laser attack. You strike Sharpshooting Target 2 with your Retical Laser attack. You miss Sharpshooting Target 3 with your Retical Laser attack. You miss Sharpshooting Target 4 with your Retical Laser attack. You miss Sharpshooting Target 5 with your Retical Laser attack. Search Man has connected. Job has left. "Ooooooooh. I'm a horribly Elite Maverick Hunter. I'm supposed to be the best of the best, yet I cannot do better than a 3. The large and heavily weaponed vixenthing is next." Medieval Fox steps up to the line with a set of arrows already in one hand. Setting each arrow into the ground, the vulpine Hunter takes the first one and notches it into her longbow. Taking aim, she draws the wire back before releasing it with a solid *twang*; even as one is in the air, Fox is already drawing another shaft and setting it free as well. After four arrows are zipping towards their intended targets -- the first screeching its path, the fourth burning a trail, and the other two prettily coloured -- the reploid spins the bow itself quickly to send a blast of wind towards the remaining target. Medieval Fox strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Screaming Shrike attack. Medieval Fox strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Heartseeker attack. Medieval Fox misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Viper Shot attack. Medieval Fox strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Salamander Tooth attack. Medieval Fox strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Whirlwind Strike attack. [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Cacophony Timberwolf transmits, "Whooo! Hunters are, like, totally rocking tonight... That was a Hunter, wasn't it?" "A big 12. BUBBLEGUM machine man! NEXT." Lifesaver just mutters at the Judge, "Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor not a Sniper," as he moves back to the waiting area. Number Man yawns as he walks up to the stand. Flicking his fingers slightly, he bows to the judge while giving him a middle finger. Then, a group of number balls suddenly appear, one for each target. "That ought to do nicely." Then, he simply turns his back as each ball launches at a target. He'll hit. He doesn't need to watch. Number Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Number Balls Odd attack. Number Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Number Balls Odd attack. Number Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Number Balls Odd attack. Number Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Number Balls Odd attack. Number Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Number Balls Odd attack. "Not bad for a MST3k reject. 13. ROADRUNNER. Orwhatever the heck this ostritch thing is. NEXT." MEEP MEEP! CHOCOBO! Overdrive Ostrich swaggers up to the line with a grin. He LIKES the Roadrunner. Anyway, if these bozos can pull a 15, the Speedy Sniper should certainly be able to do the same! He takes aim, crouching and pointing his arm toward the largest target as he compensates for wind, for the target's motion.. and lets fly a famous Sonic Slicer disc! He takes aim at each subsequent target and fires another disc, taking his time to sight and be as accurate as possible... Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Sonic Slicer attack. Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Sonic Slicer attack. Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Sonic Slicer attack. Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Sonic Slicer attack. Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Sonic Slicer attack. Overdrive Ostrich says, "Meep meep that, mo'fo. ;>" "Well, well. 15 points, and the contestant is docked for being a smartaft. That's -my- job. Proteous-googley thingy-ma-foxthing." Proteus Fox steps up to the line, blue optics peering at the targets as he readies himself. Sure he knows he's not much of a 'sharpshooter', he's just here to have fun.The golden vulpine runs a hand through his head fur smoothing it out as a blue aura surrounds Proteus' right hand as he levels it on the targets, 2 fingers stretched out in the typical 'gun' pose. A series of 5 blasts quickly release from the Fox's out stretched hand. Proteus Fox misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Plasma Shot attack. Proteus Fox strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Plasma Shot attack. Proteus Fox misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Plasma Shot attack. Proteus Fox misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Plasma Shot attack. Proteus Fox strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Plasma Shot attack. "Yeesh. Okay. 7. Razorblade suitcase Pterodactlish. GO." *drinkdrinkdrunk* Razor Pterodactyl quietly steps up to the firing line. He wasn't quite as nervous as he thought he'd be before his name was called, but now that it has, the pressure's beginning to get to him. He's decided to just fire quickly and get it over with. Trusting his instict somehow tends to work better for him than taking his time to carefully aim anyway. Before doing so, however, he takes a bit of time to calm himself as much as he can, undoubtedly eliciting a few "get on with it"s from the crowd. But then, he quickly raises both his arms, razor-sharp discs lining up on his forearms, and lets the discs loose at the first two targets. Wasting no time, he lines up two more discs, turns a bit, and fires them at targets 3 and 4. He pauses a moment for the final target, watching it carefully for a few seconds before firing the last shot. Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Razor Disc attack. Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Razor Disc attack. Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Razor Disc attack. Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Razor Disc attack. Razor Pterodactyl misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Razor Disc attack. "Yeah, well....nice try, pal. 10. RHAPSODY IN BOOZE." Rhapsody glances up as she hears her name called, now working on her second bottle of beer. She heads over to the firing line, taking her time doing so, and raises a hand. She splays out all four of her fingers, and a narrow beam snaps off from each fingertip, streaking towards a target. She takes another swig from her bottle before she realizes that it's empty, upending it and letting a drop trickle to the ground. With a shrug, she hurls the bottle sidearm at the last target, turning around while it's still in flight and walking back towards her seat. "I need another freakin' drink." Rhapsody strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Energy Beam attack. Rhapsody strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Energy Beam attack. Rhapsody strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Energy Beam attack. Rhapsody misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Energy Beam attack. Rhapsody misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Generic Ranged attack. "My kind of girl. 9. Ring-a-ding-ding Redwing. NEXT." Ring Redwing walks up to the targeting range and takes a final deep breath to calm herself while mentally repeating, "I will not hit a random gumbie... I will not hit a random gumbie... I will only hit the targets... just the targets...." Then with a grin, she extends her right leg forward, into a martial front-stance. Her right arm follows the motion, drawing forth her first throwing ring, the ice ring, medium-sized but glowing bright cyan. She hurls it forth in azure circular blur at the largest target. Pivoting around she then reaches into sub-space and draws forth her largest ring, the Flame Hoop, gripping it in both hands she ignites the hoop with a simple push of the button and with a rush of flames the large ring soars forth to hopefully incinerate the fourth target. Redwing then leaps into the air, her wings flapping furiously as she brings out one of her smaller and least painful rings. The Bubble Rings. With the flaps of her wings, the soapy substance contained within the ring forms into a stream of bubbles that fly towards the size 2 target. Still hovering in mid-air she stows the bubble ring away and takes a bead on the smallest target with a her smallest throwing ring that easily fits on her fingers and flicks it downwards. Landing again, she gathers up as much remaining energy she has left building it into a crimson vortex around her arms, and then sends a flurry of rings at the medium-sized target in a more precise variation of her primary attack. Lashing out first her left arm and flinging all the rings held upon it to try and demolish the left side of the medium-sized target. Followed up by a fling of her right arm to destroy the right side of the target. "Whew! Did I hit any random gumbies?" Ring Redwing misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Ice Ring attack. Ring Redwing strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Flame Hoop attack. Ring Redwing misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Bubble Rings attack. Ring Redwing strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Generic Ranged attack. Ring Redwing strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Ring Raid attack. Coaster Raptor has reconnected. "Very nice. Someone get me some Popcorn. 10. Now. Stripsearch Man." Search Man is silent as he watches the other competitors noting the scores as he checks his equipment, a loud click is heard as a shell is quickly loaded into the chamber, the right head double and triple checking to see if everything is ready, both heads quickly look to eachother and nod before moving into place, optics narrowing as he carefully takes aims and fires off the sniper, slowly turning as he releases a missile before following up with a bazooka shell and gun fire as he turns to each target Search Man misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Homing Sniper attack. Search Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Laser-guided Missile attack. Search Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Bazooka attack. Search Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Armor Piercing attack. Search Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Machine Gun attack. "About how you'd expect a trained sniper to do. Even if I could do better. 14. SHYSTER....a name I just can't mock." Light glinting off the lenses of his sunglasses, patent leather shoe soles gleaming with reflected illumination, Shyster cuts a dramatic figure as he steps forward. Hands in his pockets, his raven-black trenchcoat billowing behind him, he looks the very picture of the cinematic mafia hitman. If you discount the immense plastic pelican strapped to his back, that is. Behind his shades, the Maverick's right eye narrows into a slit as he squints at the targets, his mouth creasing into a frown of concentration. He snaps an arm up, silver metal leaping from nowhere to envelop his forearm in a gleaming ovoid of lethal promise. If you squint, you might be able to make out the words emblazoned against the weapon's muzzle:- Feather Buster 3000: Super Shyster Special. "CRY HAVOC," Shyster screams, "AND LET SLIP THE BIRDS OF WAAAAAR!" Hitchcock would be proud. A cloud of hissing steam explodes from the ventilation ports studding the buster's exterior, as the weapon fires again and again, filling the air with five specimens of frozen cling-wrapped poultry. With accompanying squawking chicken sound effects. Freaky. Shyster strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Squinty Eye Shot attack. Shyster strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Squinty Eye Shot attack. Shyster strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Squinty Eye Shot attack. Shyster strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Squinty Eye Shot attack. Shyster strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Squinty Eye Shot attack. Through clenched teeth, Shyster hisses, "-Fear- poultry power." Shoving his hands, buster and all, into his pockets, he pivots neatly on a heel and stalks off. "15. that's just.....#$^&ed up. Can I say #$^&ed up? #$^& it. I just did. Mr. Slashypants." Archer Colossus just stares. "Man...this is whack. Where can I get me some chicken arrows?" Crescendo is staring, jaw dropped. Shock. Flare Feline has reconnected. Flare Feline has partially disconnected. Dirge scratches her head. "Right. Next year, we invest in a peacock shooter." [OOC] Medieval Fox says, "Cyber better run while he can. :>" [OOC] Slash Man says, "Hold on, please." Javelin Whitetail is just glad deer are to small to fit in arm cannons. Slash Man walks over to the targets, cool, confidant, no, no, he'd be pissing his pants right now, if he could piss. Or had pants. Nevertheless, he takes aim with his gel launchers, extends his claws, and viciously fires off one Incendiary round at the first target, a Hardening shot at the second, and then revs off three Slash Waves at the last ones, hoping, praying that he hits. Please, please, please. Slash Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Incendiary Gel attack. Too BIG. Slash Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Hardening Gel attack. Slash Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Slash Wave attack. Slash Man misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Slash Wave attack. Slash Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Slash Wave attack. "9 points. Should have used chicken jell-o. Now. SMITE Squirrelpants." [OOC] Smite Squirrel ahems. Warning: Spam ahead. Next year, don't give me so much time to pose. :D [OOC] Andromeda says, "We're all gonna die!" [OOC] Bastion prays. Smite Squirrel is finally in an event where he knows what he's doing! Yay! And he has his very best ammunition loaded, too! Bouncing cheerfully up to the line, he readies himself for the opening whistle. Deep in his mind, Smite knows that he has this won already. After all, he's a trained professional soldier and an expert marksman. He needs to be sporting to the rest, and impress the judges! Yes! And we all know what that means... trick shots! Unfortunately, those of us who actually know Smite realize he has possibly the world's worst aim. A layer of Zen descends over him... Warrior. Hunter. Squirrel. Then the signal comes from the referee, and Smite blazes into action! Immediately, Smite's thighs pop open, releasing from their holsters his two most trusted weapons - Truth and Justice, the twin machine pistols he relies on so heavily. His first trick shot is an easy one - the guns blaze, first carving a large swath in the dirt between the two largest targets, creating a smile... which he fires the last two bullets at the targets, to dot the eyes of the smileyface. Both guns drop from his hands, clattering to the ground empty as Smite leaps further into action, becoming a furry fury of motion, diving and rolling into position in front of the next pair of targets. As he rises, his left wrist snaps upwards, and a thin pole fires out - half of Smite's infamous pointy stick. It normally would just eject into his hand, but today it flies mercilessly towards the target. His right hand flips downwards, revealing a small port on the back that launches a flare from it, bound to strike.. well, *something*, and explode into a bright batch of dazzling fireworks. And while the crowd watches that, Smite prepares his coup de grace. Rising to one knee, he steadies himself. Out of the base of his foot, an anchoring pylon ejects, digging into the turf. Then, slowly, Smite's tail detaches from his butt, rotating and swinging up over his shoulder. And the fuzz slides away to reveal... a cannon. A giant cannon, larger than the rest of Smite's body, and completely covered in chrome. That's a freakin' lot of chrome. The entire mass begins to hum, now, as the plasma injectors warm up. Pulsing power can be seen through several vents - and at the end of the barrel, the energy gathers. Lots of energy. A literal sphere of neon green energy. That sickening kind of color that you associate with demonically possessed bar signs, or with the mess ten thousand centipedes make when you put them into a wine press. It's not a color normal things should be. But it gathers there, humming... and a tiny little plastic eyepiece with a crosshair on it flips out, covering Smite's eye. "FIRE IN THE HOLE! " And then it shoots. Smite is literally thrown backwards from the blast, being yanked off his feet and hurled to the ground, sliding backwards. The turf directly in front of where he *had* been standing is melted now, resembling glass - and all the grass between where he had been and the target is now scorched beyond recognition. From Smite and the area around him, stench-clouds of ozone rise. A sonic boom wails from the blast, shaking the area as the massive green bolt of death hurls wantonly in the vague direction of the last, smallest target. Smite's goal? Obliterate it completely, as the capping demonstration of WHY SQUIRRELS R00LZ J00! JUSTICE FOREVER, BABY! KABLAM! Heck, even if this misses entirely, Smite just blew up one heck of a lot of terrain. Popping up to his feet, without even looking towards the targets and the damage, Smite waves a V-For-Victory handsign at the camera, and shouts, "Peace Through Superior Firepower! " [OOC] Wire Sponge snickers. "Is yours longer than mine?" [OOC] Wire Sponge says, "Slightly." [OOC] Medieval Fox says, "......holy Hades on a stick." Smite Squirrel strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Twin Machine Pistols attack. Smite Squirrel misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Twin Machine Pistols attack. [OOC] Andromeda says, "Hey, no comparing length in the public rooms." [Radio: (A) MH-Chat] Cacophony Timberwolf transmits, "Go Smite! And don't catch on fire this time!" [OOC] Famine says, "What happened to no OOC?" [OOC] Smite Squirrel says, "Freakin'... I can't use Generic Ranged." [OOC] Wire Sponge says, "Uh oh." Coaster Raptor has partially disconnected. [Radio: (E) Global] Snake Man transmits, "Oh DeVry... Are you ssstill monitoring thisss channel?" Smite Squirrel strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack. [OOC] Smite Squirrel says, "There." Smite Squirrel strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Flare Cannon attack. Smite Squirrel strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Photon Bazooka attack. [Radio: (E) Global] Dr. Landon DeVry transmits, "What is it you desire, Snake Man?" [OOC] Proteus Fox says, "..." [OOC] Proteus Fox falls down dead. [Radio: (E) Global] Snake Man transmits, "You never did complete that Medusssa jane I wanted." [Radio: (E) Global] Dr. Landon DeVry transmits, "I've been sidetracked, Snake Man, I will get to it as soon as possible." "13. that was......Frighteningly effective. Synthahol. UP." Smite Squirrel pouts. Oh, poo. One survived. [Radio: (E) Global] Snake Man transmits, "I want you to essxpidite the order." Synth smiles faintly as her name is called, stepping up to the line and eyeing the targets for a moment. A quick consideration is given for the range, wind speed, noise being made by the crowd, gravitational fluxuation of the field, alignment of the planets in the solar system... and the fact that there are at least a few people giving her funny looks for typing rapidly on a simple PDA without any real weapon in sight. Finally satisfied, she presses one last button and the PDA makes a rapid alteration into... something that appears to be very similar to a standard issue 9mm Beretta. She tracks each target and pulls the trigger, sending five shots downrange. Cacophony Timberwolf just STARES at the massive unloading of firepower from Smite... and actually manages to hit all it's targets save one. The shewolf folfs her paws under her chin, sighing a bit. "If only he was a canine..." [Radio: (E) Global] Snake Man transmits, "I'll even pay you to do ssso. I need sssomeone to take care of Buffy while I'm not around, and I don't trussst anyone here to do ssso." [Radio: (E) Global] Dr. Landon DeVry transmits, "Unless I discover a philosophers stone for summoning steel and mechanics from thin air, I doubt that will occur quickly." [Radio: (E) Global] Wood Man transmits, "Buffy?" [Radio: (E) Global] Dirge transmits, ".. Wow. I never woulda pegged you as a J.K. Rowling fan, Mister tin Butt!" [OOC] Ring Redwing says, "What's animal-base got to do with love? :)" Synth strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Pda Unit - 9mm Pistol attack. [Radio: (E) Global] Gemini Man transmits, "Landon...you are not...making him that...THING." Ballade has disconnected. [Radio: (E) Global] Snake Man transmits, "I will provide you with asss much material asss you require." Synth misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Pda Unit - 9mm Pistol attack. Synth misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Pda Unit - 9mm Pistol attack. Synth strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Pda Unit - 9mm Pistol attack. Synth strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Pda Unit - 9mm Pistol attack. [OOC] Cacophony Timberwolf says, "Conflicting instinct to chase him up a tree?" [Radio: (E) Global] Dr. Landon DeVry transmits, "I will provide him what he asks, Gemini Man." [OOC] Elias Kiritsu returns to OOCness. Elias Kiritsu has left. [Radio: (E) Global] Gemini Man transmits, "No. No you won't." [Radio: (E) Global] Dr. Landon DeVry transmits, "And I apologize, Snake Man, but I will handle my own resource problems." $$$$$$$$$$$$ Maverick Hunter $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 10/70 Posted Author It's Been Fun... Sun Jun 09 Signas ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ...but after a lot of thought, I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to have to step down from Signas. Sometime around Finals Week, I got out of the loop, focusing almost entirely on school for that time, and since then I've had a lot of other things to take up my time, including a week-long vacation in Orlando that most of you know about. I kept promising myself and others that I would, eventually, somehow, get back into things like I was before. But try as I might, I couldn't muster the creative energy to push myself back into the role. It's not that I don't like Signas any more; I still do, a lot. And it's not that I don't like the Hunters. But it's unfair to the MUSH and the faction, and it's hypocritical of me, to continue to sit in a character for whom I can no longer properly play. Maybe after I've spent some time away from the role I can come back to it later with a fresh start; the past week and a half, during which I've struggled to be creative and have failed, has only demonstrated my current problem. I wouldn't call it burn-out; I'm not weary of this or that, it's just that I recognize that at the moment I can't play my role like I'm expected to, and it would be irresponsible to try to fool anyone, myself included, any longer. I'll still be around... and who knows, maybe I'll be back here some day. --Signas, signing off $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$