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A realistic one?
[carol maneuvers the dumb main guy around a little, tries all the buttons to figure out what everything does -- this one's aim, that one's fire, and a shotgun blast goes off, followed by some ominous sounds of movement from somewhere offscreen.]
Oops.
[but she seems incredibly cheerful, as she heads right toward the zombie noises, reloading on the way. carol danvers does not do subtlety. not even in video games.]
So what am I aiming for here? Kill everything? Or is there some kinda goal?
[carol maneuvers the dumb main guy around a little, tries all the buttons to figure out what everything does -- this one's aim, that one's fire, and a shotgun blast goes off, followed by some ominous sounds of movement from somewhere offscreen.]
Oops.
[but she seems incredibly cheerful, as she heads right toward the zombie noises, reloading on the way. carol danvers does not do subtlety. not even in video games.]
So what am I aiming for here? Kill everything? Or is there some kinda goal?
Both. Ya gotta break inta the hospital, go up 4 floors'a zombies ta get the inventory key, an' then ya gotta go back to level 2 with it. Pick up all the medicine in there an' shit. But ya get bumrushed right after ya pick all the shit up, it's like this really narrow hallway kinda thing...
[he reaches for another box -- is that sweet and sour chicken? that should be safe, right]
[pops the lid on the sauce, sniffing it a bit doggishly]
[he reaches for another box -- is that sweet and sour chicken? that should be safe, right]
[pops the lid on the sauce, sniffing it a bit doggishly]
Edited 2013-09-15 10:15 (UTC)
Like fifty percent of that was gibberish to me, just let me know if I'm going the wrong way.
[and with the boundless enthusiasm of the inexperienced gamer, she arrives (at a noisy sprint) at the source of the undead groans -- and, yes, the building clearly marked "hospital" -- and starts blasting zombies in the face.
until they start to swarm in on her, and her character has to stop and auto-reload, and he's not going fast enough. her food is totally forgotten as she backs him frantically away, leaning forward in her seat.]
Fuck! Reload faster you little bastard!
[BLAM! finally. wow this is escalating. she is getting really intense about this. uh.]
[and with the boundless enthusiasm of the inexperienced gamer, she arrives (at a noisy sprint) at the source of the undead groans -- and, yes, the building clearly marked "hospital" -- and starts blasting zombies in the face.
until they start to swarm in on her, and her character has to stop and auto-reload, and he's not going fast enough. her food is totally forgotten as she backs him frantically away, leaning forward in her seat.]
Fuck! Reload faster you little bastard!
[BLAM! finally. wow this is escalating. she is getting really intense about this. uh.]
[he doesn't want Hiruma to know anything; any sentence he starts tumbles into secrets and lies he's too fucked-out exhausted to keep track of anymore]
[in the end, he just takes and sends a mugshot; an unimpressed expression, but it's the splint across his nose and massed within bandages that's dominating the photo, the bruised-in cheekbone and jaw, the sunken purple-green eye, the stitches on his forehead just peeking out of orange hair, the down-turned mouth all busted apart at the corners, the heavy lump of bandages at the crux of shoulder and shoulder, a sling now wrapped around the cast]
[sends, simply]
this i guess ?
[in the end, he just takes and sends a mugshot; an unimpressed expression, but it's the splint across his nose and massed within bandages that's dominating the photo, the bruised-in cheekbone and jaw, the sunken purple-green eye, the stitches on his forehead just peeking out of orange hair, the down-turned mouth all busted apart at the corners, the heavy lump of bandages at the crux of shoulder and shoulder, a sling now wrapped around the cast]
[sends, simply]
this i guess ?
Edited 2013-09-16 10:59 (UTC)
[After midnight, loud thumps are heard on the roof at 1470. In the morning, rocks are strewn all around the house. Many have fallen into the pool, and the lawn furniture is broken.]
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