/ooc butcher the parents?
or just get on with the original one
- ooc/
The inside of Fluffie's head is filled with swearing. Swearing, cursing, imagining the many ways in which he could die shortly and the seemingly more ways in which he could be captured and interrogated... Except for a little part of his mind, which focusses on surviving. A small part, but at least,
a part. He quickly turns away from the gunship, his eyes taking in and evaluating the possible escape-routes. Choosing one, he starts making his way towards it, looking at the others as he goes. "Lets go...
GO!" he tells them, already turning his head to make sure he heads in the right direction. This day was so, so ****ed up. Holding his assault rifle tightly, he keeps the barrel in front of him. He wouldn't get suprised, or maybe he would, but he wouldn't get suprised and let it unretaliated. Following up on his earlier words he yells out again, this time not looking back. "If
anyone has a better idea, tell me. Otherwise, lets
GO!"