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[Closed] Poisoned Utopia| Time: Evening| Weather: Cloudy
WhatThePumpkin:
" UWAAA!!!!"
Shock clenched his eyes shut. If he looked down, he might puke. The wind was whipping past his face, almost violently. But, yet, she wasn't going as fast as he thought she would. He must've been pretty heavy. How much did he weigh compared to her? Huh. He gripped her tightly, biting his lip. He hoped she wouldn't drop her on his head. Been dropped WAY too many times. And, he believed that, they both did not want him to be dropped again. Just, think of other things!
Think of anything other than flying. Or falling. Or anything related to plumetting to the ground. Just... Wait until we get to the ground...
Ayara012:
UWAAA!!!!
I glanced down. He had his eyes squeezed shut.
I thought so.... He must not like heights.
...
Hey. Look, I know this is gonna scare you, but I'm gonna try to speed up, okay? Think of it this way-the faster I go, the less time you'll have to spend airborne, alright...? If it makes you feel any better, I promise I won't drop you.
I've got to get us there quickly....I can already feel myself tiring out...It so much harder when I'm carrying someone, especially since he's so much heavier than me.... My breath's coming faster and heavier...
I glanced down. We were moving pretty fast. I glanced ahead of me again.
And if it makes you feel better, I can see the canyons...We should get there before night time...
I sped up. Better to hurry.
Bing:
Feeling the room stop. I opened the door again and looked out. I saw one lone guard standing. He looked rather bored. I decided to give him a bit of action. As I was creeping up on the man, I had an inner struggle play out in my head. My training and instincts told me I should snap his neck and kill him. But, I knew that I needed help to take down the rules of Utopia. Reason won out. I grabbed him from behind and put him in a sleeper hold. He struggled a bit but, to no avail. I left him on the ground unconscious.
I searched his body and found a 9mm handgun. I could feel the pull of the lead. But, hey. Times call for drastic measures. I needed some from of protection. Walking along the corridor, gun raised. I began to search for a way to remove this thing, and find my gun.
Tickles:
As Wrench went through his speech for the last time, he decided to check on his new test subject.
Well, he figured out the door would unlock, and he took down the guard with quick efficiency. Wonder if he knew it was a robot? Lets see, where should I send him.
Wrench went through thousands of different scenarios, and decided to give him a reason to empty his clip. He set up some battle drones in the next room, all at level 3, to test his reflexes.
Be lucky I consider you useful, murderer, just prove your worth. Use this time to blow off some steam.
Mr. Fox:
My attempts to get more food were met with loud hisses and the occasional punch to the ribs from the female Imp. I had never been in a situation I couldn't run from, this was a first for me. I couldn't find any exits that were close enough for me to run to and escape with out her catching me first. Seeming to read my mind she punched me again and told me to be quite. I was going to be cut open and my sack removed was all I could think...
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