Road Warriors

[AcidK]

-ooc-
Ack, so much for easy-going
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Holy SHI...!

*cid suddenly ducks down under the lower areas of his Hatchback, using his ahnds and knees to slam the brake on whilst his form was hidden from the majority of teh blast.*

IIIIIIIT!!!

[Fluffie]

With the.. stuff going out of range, Fluffie goes and drive next to.. Jackson?

[Hewitt]

What!? Not even a wild lunge to grab hold for dear life? You know you can pick your bike up later if you ever have to abandon it...

Replies on Mon/Tue. If not by then it's because either:

a) I'm too busy preparing for exams.
b) I'm diverting my RP time into other threads.
c) I've lost interest.
d) All of the above.

[Fluffie]

Originally Posted by Hewitt

c) I've lost interest.

oi ye... ***.. **** ** * * *** ** ********* ****

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[flapjack]

if ye're not here by tuesday, i'll make sure you lose something other then interest !!!!

[Fluffie]

*than

[KraKto$is8]

miaow.

[KraKto$is8]

This is the only thread I'm active in, so I'll just say it here. I'm going away on holiday, will be back on Saturday

[Fluffie]

bye hun

[KraKto$is8]

And I return triumphantly, armed with a leather jacket! Go me!

Ahem.

[flapjack]

*flapjack goes to punish hewitt*

he's late !

[Hewitt]

Sorry folks, delay is due to me being in the middle of my exams.

RL comes first - you know that - so quit yer whinning :tongue:

[flapjack]

*flapjack takes out a shotgun and blows off hewitt's left knee*

bad boy

[Mad cat]

*blink*

i assume im not allowed to join anymore, but im goin to ask anyway. i=join? =yes? ?

[AcidK]

Hewitt not here = mebbe = we are still waiting for DM = No Hewitt = cannot join just yet

[flapjack]

i think hewitt wouldn't mind a new person joining

[Mad cat]

yay
bites lip and waits for judgement starts creating char in notepad

[Hewitt]

I'll have meh exams finished by wednesday...

Mad cat - Ofc your welcome to join. Stick your character and vehicle setup in the signup thread (still on the first page \o/). Once I've approved it, you can make your entry here.

Note: For anyone else wishing to join, ALL new arrivals start in the town of EIGHT MILE PLAINS unless otherwise specified.

[KraKto$is8]

Wednesday, eh?

[KraKto$is8]

Hey! It's Friday already!

[AcidK]

*AcidK sits in still motion, waiting for DM to come up with a decision.*

[flapjack]

friday

hewitt is a lot of days to late

hewitt has been convicted for late DMing, just like no dachi and LH

[KraKto$is8]

He does have exams though. It's not like he's just plain lazy.

[flapjack]

it's sunday now, he's just being lazy !!

*flapjack slaps hewitt around untill he starts posting again*

[AcidK]

*AcidK slaps Hewitt with a it of the thread he ripped off in Lazy DMing Frustration.*

[KraKto$is8]

* Dances for no apparant reason. *

[Fluffie]

* Strips KraK for no apparant reason.

* Giggles.

[Hewitt]

G’DAY FOLKS!

I’m here in the middle of this WILD place called a forum where a couple of weeks back I left a bunch of exotic man-eating RP’ers promising them that I would feed them with some replies. That was some time ago so I bet that they are PRETTY grumpy right about now... HEY! THERE THEY ARE! Let’s move in for a closer look!

*Hewitt, in all his karki glory, sneaks up to Flapjack, Fluffie, Acidk and Krak.*

Aww! Have a look at ‘em! They sure look grumpy... probably just waiting for me to jump right out so they can tear me LIMB from LIMB!

Originally Posted by flapjack

it's sunday now, he's just being lazy !!

Aww! They sure look cranky... LET’S CATCH A COUPLE!!

*Hewitt leaps from the undergrowth and instantly proceeds to get slapped around.*

Awww... Crikey!

Originally Posted by flapjack

*flapjack slaps hewitt around untill he starts posting again*

He sure is cranky!

Originally Posted by Acidk

*AcidK slaps Hewitt with a bit of the thread he ripped off in Lazy DMing Frustration.*

Steady on mate! I ain’t gonna hurt ya!

Originally Posted by KraKto$is8

* Dances for no apparant reason. *

TERRY! I need some help here Terry!

...

Terry?

Originally Posted by Fluffie

* Strips KraK for no apparant reason.

* Giggles.

CRIKEY!!

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Ok peeps, I'm back now. Replies in a minute... if ya still interested that is...

[Hewitt]

Originally Posted by flapjack

*flapjack rams his left foot into the clutch and his right foot into the brakes, all the while steering to keep his vehicle in a reasonably straight line*

*flapjack mutters a large number of curses under his breath as soon as the buggy stops completely, then gets out and climbs up on the gunners seat to check his poor injured gunner and get him out of the buggy to see if he can do anything to treat him, holding his bow over his shoulder and the quiver on the bow filled with the maximum of 10 arrows*

The cop sitting in the gunners seat of your vehicle lies limply across the PHB, unconscious. It appears he has passed out from pain or loss of blood but you are no doctor, so the cause eludes you although you do notice that he is deathly pale and breathing shallowly. The offending crossbow bolt is still firmly wedged through his shoulder bone. The best you can do is pull him from the vehicle and lay him on the ground somewhere.

You are now presently stranded on the side of the road. Beyond a metre deep ditch lies the dusty ground of striped crop land and about 200 metres back lies the wreck of the station wagon that is responsible for your immobilisation.

Oh and about 20 metres away is a kangaroo that appears to be eyeing you curiously.

[Hewitt]

Originally Posted by KraKto$is8

* The Mystic, watching his chain wrapped around the fleeing thief's hand, relaxes for a second. He then tugs as hard as he can on the chain, hoping to pull the woman from the vehicle. *

Your savage tug causes a wild scream to emit from the interior of the speeding VX – of pain or defiance you cannot determine which – soon followed by the flaying figure of the thief as she is quite literally ripped away from the vehicle. Travelling at 270km/h she hits the harsh bitumen with a sickening thud, the rough surface instantly tearing into her like a giant piece of coarse sandpaper as she now dragged along by you with your chain still wrapped around her broken wrist.

If it wasn’t for the sound of engines you would easily hear her sobbing.

Target
Holden VX Commodore SS - '01 Sedan - DRIVERLESS
Top speed: - 300km/h
Current speed: - 270 km/h
- (front end): minor damage
- (Rear end): minor damage
- Right rear fuel tank punctured; 1.5 litre per post leakage
- Right rear tyre blown
- Minor injury: (Blow to the head - slight dizziness)
- Serious injury: (Shattered wrist - right hand immoblised, painful)
- Moderate injury: (Severe cuts and lacerations, painful) – progressive
- Minor injury: (General bruising – hurts) – progressive
- Moderate injury: (Broken ribs – hurts)

You
Krak (the mystic)
TS - 300 km/h (330km/h w/nitro)
CS - 265 km/h
- Minor injury: (bruised hand - I'll assume it was the right one - sore)
- Moderate injury: (cracked rib - hurts)

The VX is now driverless and is beginning to veer off the road......

[Hewitt]

Originally Posted by AcidK

-ooc-
Ack, so much for easy-going
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Holy SHI...!

*cid suddenly ducks down under the lower areas of his Hatchback, using his ahnds and knees to slam the brake on whilst his form was hidden from the majority of teh blast.*

IIIIIIIT!!!

You dive for cover as the air above you fills with broken glass and rusty nails. The shock wave of the explosion makes your ears pop then several pieces of shrapel pierce the flesh of your back and legs as you slam your hands on the brake pedal. The sudden stop gives you a bit of a headache (mainly thanks to said head impacting with the floor), your ears are ringing and you have many sharp pointy things wedged in your back but you are alive and better still not seriously injuried.

However, the last biker has now escaped your wrath... for now.

You are now sitting in your hatch with want used to be your main windscreen scattered through the interior of your vehicle. From behind you can still hear the screams of the biker you flamed and by looking in your rear vision mirror you see him run into a nearby building - that just happens to be the town’s health clinic – still alive and still burning. His screams are soon echoed by muffled shouts of exclamation from inside.

It is now 11:30am and it will take around five hours to reach the competition venue.

Skulldogs

Roadbike (80-85 model) (x3)
Standard 250cc Engine
1 – Broken heap of flesh and bone

2 - BURNING

3 - Escaped
TS - 230kmh
CS - 200kmh

You

TS - 200kmh
CS - 0kmh
Front bumper: Minor damage
Windscreen shattered
Minor injury: (Blow to the head - slight dizziness)
Moderate injury: (Severe lacerations to the back – Painful)

[Hewitt]

Originally Posted by Fluffie

With the.. stuff going out of range, Fluffie goes and drive next to.. Jackson?

Opting for the non-funky choice from the possible things you could do you allow your goal to drift out of your range and instead pull up alongside the police XF falcon of Lt Jackson. The man instantly winds down the window and before you know what’s going on you have both barrels of a twin semi-automatic shotgun almost stuck in your face.

Jackson: If you still want to be a part of this pursuit mate I suggest you grab on and hold tight.

It takes you a few moments to figure out he wants you to grab hold of the gun and some more to work out why when you notice the police lieutenant reaching for a big red button with the word ‘NITRO’ written on it.

You follow his advice (*) and before you know it your zipping along at 275km/h, very soon you are once again closely tailing the stolen VX.

Only main difference this time is the thief is now being dragged along the highway instead of behind the wheel of the VX that has started to veer off to the right.

The driver side front door is wide open....

* (Note, you follow his advice because if you don’t I’ll make certain that you are beaten to death by a bunch of old grannies from the local retirement home although to make up for the extended wait I put you through they’re be the grandmothers of a bunch of the meanest bikers around – won’t look so degrading that way... I think... )

[AcidK]

Originally Posted by Hewitt

You dive for cover as the air above you fills with broken glass and rusty nails. The shock wave of the explosion makes your ears pop then several pieces of shrapel pierce the flesh of your back and legs as you slam your hands on the brake pedal. The sudden stop gives you a bit of a headache (mainly thanks to said head impacting with the floor), your ears are ringing and you have many sharp pointy things wedged in your back but you are alive and better still not seriously injuried.

However, the last biker has now escaped your wrath... for now.

You are now sitting in your hatch with want used to be your main windscreen scattered through the interior of your vehicle. From behind you can still hear the screams of the biker you flamed and by looking in your rear vision mirror you see him run into a nearby building - that just happens to be the town’s health clinic – still alive and still burning. His screams are soon echoed by muffled shouts of exclamation from inside.

It is now 11:30am and it will take around five hours to reach the competition venue.

Skulldogs

Roadbike (80-85 model) (x3)
Standard 250cc Engine
1 – Broken heap of flesh and bone

2 - BURNING

3 - Escaped
TS - 230kmh
CS - 200kmh

You

TS - 200kmh
CS - 0kmh
Front bumper: Minor damage
Windscreen shattered
Minor injury: (Blow to the head - slight dizziness)
Moderate injury: (Severe lacerations to the back – Painful)

-ooc-
OMG, it's alive
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*Cid drives back to the heap of bone and flesh on the floor and begins searching it for spare cash, weapons and ammo that he could use. He then picks it the skull, or what would remain of the skull, using his knife to dismember it from the main body (if not already done so) and places it on his passanger seat before looking at the bike on the floor. He, with all effort possible, lifts one of the bikes off the floor and uses his grapple-chain to chain it firmly to the back of his hatchback. He gets into the car, his back aching, and heads towards the other bike and chains that to the hatchback as well before heading back to town. More-overly, heading to the car seller to see if he can sell this bike off for some spare local cash.*

[Fluffie]

Hey Hewitt bums, will my bike survive it if I 'loose' it to catch the car? If the Jackson dude/dudette (cannay remember right-o now-o) wants to help me with that, eh?

Like, sexeh actionness?

[Hewitt]

Your bike is covered in steel armour plate....

The worst that can happen is the paint work will get scratched up.

[Fluffie]

What?! Nooooooo!!!!!!

[KraKto$is8]

[ooc] You're back! Yay! [/ooc]


* The Mystic feels a sense of pity for his bruised enemy, and releases the chain. Realising two things, he makes a rash decision. He realises that his only weapon is his body, and his leaden piping. He likewise realises that the VX is soon to crash. *

* Concentrating, he accelerates past the slowing VX. Suddenly, he twists the handlebars of his Yamaha to the left, pulling hard on the brakes. Milliseconds later, he leaps from the bike into the open door of the VX, grasping at whatever will hold him. *

[Fluffie]

Oh, that was my plan. Bitch.

[KraKto$is8]

I know it was, but I do it with much more style, I have a leather jacket on

[Fluffie]

Crap****

Fluffie looks evilly and Dutchily at the damned dirtbike dude man with the leather jacket, forfeiting his plans of getting in the car himself. So, he just keeps tagging along with mister Jackson Sir Dude.

Wahay

[KraKto$is8]

You could jump in the car beside me and pay for the drive-thru.

[flapjack]

*flapjack goes to check his vehicle, assuming that his car is the best chance of survival for both of them*

*flapjack starts by checking if he can repair the broken front axle, if he cannot, he takes out the bow and heads towards the car he drove off the road, which shouldn't be far away at all, realising that there is a good chance that it is in working order*

ooc/ if it is in working order, i'm gonna take it back to town and get the things i need to get my buggy fixed, if it's not, i'll just strip it for parts, specifically looking for that much wanted front axle /ooc

[KraKto$is8]

[ooc] where's hewitt? [/ooc]

[flapjack]

arg, looks like he disappeared on us again

[Fluffie]

Originally Posted by KraKto$is8

[ooc] where's hewitt? [/ooc]

Not in my home. Yours?

[AcidK]

*AcidK hides a cupboard in his cellar, locked with enough bolts and muffled screams in the background.*

Erm... he's not... in my home...

[adam]

*kicks someone a couple times and throws him in the grain* hes not swimming in grain

[AcidK]

*AcidK burns the grain.*

Nor is he burning in the grain

[adam]

or being smushed there

[flapjack]

*flapjack launches a thermonuclear bomb at the grain*

he isn't vaporised with the grain either