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** Mike Harkermen Lights himself one fire at last with his flammable booze and lighter as he hops onto the fucker swinging like a madman**

** Alexander Moore screeches as the pair of them are suddenly engulfed in flames, the creature writhing and gurgling as the heat begins to melt them together.**

** Mike Harkermen Keeps on swinging letting out his last cackle while he burns like he was ment to back in nam**

** Harkerman and the thing eventually slow and stop, laying together in some kind of sick, melted mess. **

TBH it was good while it lasted
thanks for the good rp gamers
 
Great scenes tonight.

** Dr. Lovise Istal sets right into action. Lovise charges at Gordon in the trailer - she isn't taking second chances. She takes one dramatic leap to get level with her, her left hand scratching at air to reach for any limb of Gordons. The right keeps its grip on the lit zippo.
** Eva Gordon watches her leap for her. She immediately tries to escape, but the level between her and the cart's walls were far. She practically tumbles to the side as Istal leaps for the cart.
** Dr. Lovise Istal too fumbles forth. In an attempt to wave the lighter over Gordon before she stumbles, she ends up casting the flame over her own uniform. Its set ablaze.
** Dr. Lovise Istal drops the zippo in an instant, both hands moving to pat her pants down as much as she can, entering a sheer state of panic. Her palms slap at the flames.
Dr. Lovise Istal: [YELL] --GAAGH! AGH! HELP!


Nathaniel Garro: [YELL] I wish to live.
** Eva Gordon pulls the door open. She lets Garro in.
** Nathaniel Garro looks at her and goes in settling near the machines.
** Eva Gordon shuts the doors immediately. Her other hand had a bottle of water, offered to Nathaniel.
Eva Gordon: Drink.
** Nathaniel Garro drinks slowly.
Nathaniel Garro: The others... they had to have gone into.... the valley.
(Eva Gordon) ** .. and as if coming into touch, as Garro was busy with the bottle of water— Gordon, sick in the head, immediately gets the drop on the man with a knife hidden in her other hand. Eva stabs him in the chest. **
Eva Gordon: [YELL] H—hyaaaAAAAH!
 
I was actually pretty happy that my dude garro died that way. Best RR in a while.
 
Henry Ryan said:
** Mike Harkermen Lights himself one fire at last with his flammable booze and lighter as he hops onto the fucker swinging like a madman**

** Alexander Moore screeches as the pair of them are suddenly engulfed in flames, the creature writhing and gurgling as the heat begins to melt them together.**

** Mike Harkermen Keeps on swinging letting out his last cackle while he burns like he was ment to back in nam**

** Harkerman and the thing eventually slow and stop, laying together in some kind of sick, melted mess. **

TBH it was good while it lasted
thanks for the good rp gamers
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damn i feel bad for abandoning Mike on Elfrid
good shit, great rp
 
Kimberly Liu: We should make a movie out of this when we get out of here.

Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson: We have time for such 'things' later, miss.






heh
 
** Mo Lingxin had all of his momentum front and center. Jamerson dives out of the way with time to spare, and Mo's mound of flesh screeches. The bullets impacting it do little other than make it jolt. It slides on the ice trying to stop, but goes off the clisdie. The monsterous claws dig into the dirt below the hard, frozen snow. Mo hangs off the side of the cliff, burning and screeching. Tons of boils and flesh explode off of him and fall down below.

** Jamerson gets up, and quickly dusts himself off. Without remorse, he unloads fire into the bush he presumed Mo to be at. "You're not Mo anymore! Fuck!" **

** Mo Lingxin screams and screams more. His body splits in two, one of them caught in flames more so. It plummits into the ice below, while the other half manages to hang on for just a bit longer. The screeching turns into awful gurgles, and the claw finally gives way. The beast plummits far, far down onto the hard ice. Going silent.

death of mo Sinclair Sinclair
 
Prequel of the literary classic, "death of Mo"

** Mo Lingxin follows, hammer in hand.
** Roy A. Lilienthal stops for a moment.
** Roy A. Lilienthal stares at Mo and Fredrik. Then his arms shoot into their mouths as he transforms into a ugly son-of-a-bitch.
Kimberly Liu: [YELL] Wu-OHFFUJACK!
** Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson flatens himself against the elevator, skirting out of the way of the makeshift flamethrower.
** Adeel Kakar was simply looking straight ahead before he attempted to scramble away from Roy, "AH FUCK! KILL- FUCK'N KILL THAT SONNA' BITCH! AHUQIJHAUH!"
** Fredrik Lystad gets the side of his head slammed into the wall of the elevator. His head was turned away, and all orifices were safe at the moment. He goes sprawling unless the creatures grabs ahold.**
Kimberly Liu: [YELL] OHGOD-
Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson: [YELL] FLAMES- FLAME IT NOW!
** Mo Lingxin has his head touched, and the screaming from the others quickly tips him off. He tries to yank forward, and swing his hammer backwards wildily, screaming.
Mo Lingxin: [YELL] FIRE, FIRE, FIRE! AAAH!
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: [YELL] Shit! Theyr'e in the tram!
** Kimberly Liu hesitates as she tries to manuever it enoguh not to burn the others, but time was desprate and necesary. Kimberly flicks on her lighter, and then sprays at the abnomination.
** Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson drops to his butt in the opposite cornor, attempting to either squeeze past Kimberly, or just crawl through her legs.
** Adeel Kakar screamed as he was in the direct patheway of the fire, although Roy, or atleast what was Roy takes a brunt of the flames, he also catches fire. He ducked down to attempt to avoid the oncoming flames. His eyes squeeze shut and he closes his mouth, attempting to supress his screams.
(Roy A. Lilienthal ) ** The monster is sprayed on, burning it's entire body. He flings Mo into the fire, and thrusts his hand into the other man hiding in the corner. **
Roy A. Lilienthal : [YELL] ROOOAAAR
Kimberly Liu: [YELL] AAh!
** Mo Lingxin is tossed wildily into the fire. His coat bursts into flames, and Mo screams wildily as he impacts the side of the elevator. His clothes getting singed quickly.
** Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson squeezes past Kimberly, scrambling to get to the elevator button. He holds his finger on it, waiting for the right moment.
** Fredrik Lystad slides across the elevator. He is slumped just at the entrance.**
Mo Lingxin: [YELL] AAAGH! RAHGHGHH!
** Dr. Elfrid Jamerson runs in, by the doorway. He takes a moment to analyze.
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: [YELL] Oh, shit!
** Adeel Kakar attempted his best to get his meaty claws from sticking him, but its not like he much of a choice, what came first was the flames engulfing his jacket.
** Kimberly Liu gets bumped into, and the fire stops, though she clings onto both of her tools still with flabberghasted eyes, "AL!" She screeched while backing up. She brings up the tools again, ready to spray, but the lighter's hard to flick.
Kimberly Liu: ComeonCOMEON!
[L] ** Mo Lingxin is on fire, and in a panicking scramble on the floor. Trying to get towards the door as fast as he could, while it was on Adeel.
(Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson) ** As soon as Kimberly was out of the Elevator, Doctor Jan smashes the button, closing the doors. **
(Dr. 'Jan' Atle Amundson) ** Did Fredrik make it out? **
Kimberly Liu: [YELL] ADEEL-
Mo Lingxin: [YELL] PLEASE!
** Fredrik Lystad had just made it out. Just before the doors closed in his foot slipped out.**
** Kimberly Liu gets the can swatted out of her hand, but her lighter remains in the other. She steps more back with wide frightened eyes, "NonononNOONO-"
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: -- oh, shit, oh, shit..
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: [YELL] Mo - Mo, no!
Kimberly Liu exclaims something in Chinese.
** Mo Lingxin screams in terror, his hand outstretched towards his earlier comrades. The elevator comes to a close directly on his hand, smashing it into bits. Mo's fingertips are visible on the other side as blood quickly fills the gap in the elevator doors, and the hand is likely detatched.
Mo Lingxin: [YELL] AAAAAAGH! NO! NO!
** Kimberly Liu gasps in utter horror. She covers over her lower face.
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: Mo..
** Dr. Elfrid Jamerson gags a bit as he sees the fingers slip out from the other side.
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: -- fuck.
Mo Lingxin yells in Chinese!
** Mo Lingxin screams through the elvator doors as he's left to die.
Dr. Elfrid Jamerson: Mo..
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[City Services] Det. 'Dice': This is Dice, uh..checking in from the wall. Ten infected are staring at me like I'm an idiot. No change to the situation. Everypony on this net, be on the lookout for mission essential resources, such as ammo, food, and hookers. Gender irrelevant. Over and out.
[City Services] Saint Clarke: Huh?
[City Services] Valentina Chekova: - Every*what*?
[City Services] Theodore 'Theo' Stratulat: You did not just say everypony.
 
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Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Can each of us say that we have found the beginning of a solution, then? A means to work towards more responsible behavior from CART, and the oversight the government would like over their activities?
Valentina Chekova: I'd like to think so, yes.
** Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng stands up. He gestures out a hand.
Clark Haywood: ...yes.
Cassandra Lyons: It was a better outcome than I was anticipating.
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: I'm happy to hear that a resolution has been reached. May we have many more meetings like this one as we rebuild trust in one another.
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: I invite you to shake on it, if you feel so inclined.
** Valentina Chekova extends a hand.
** Clark Haywood reluctantly reaches over for a firm shake of Chekova's hand
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Excellent.



Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Before we wrap up, I would like to make a request to the government, from myself.
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Think of it as a... commission for hosting this dialogue.
** Valentina Chekova swivels her head to look at Cheng quizzically.
** Cassandra Lyons lifted curious eyes towards Cheng, her brow arching. "A commission?"
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Yes.
** Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng puts his suitcase on the table.


Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: I would like the members of our labor union, particularly the wing under 'Louie Chow', to be acquitted of the tax evasion charges they are currently being investigated for.
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Here are the documents relevant to that investigation.
** Valentina Chekova peers at the briefcase.
Clark Haywood: Did they do it?
** Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng zips the briefcase open and reaches inside for the papers he'd been gathering. ''I find that to be an immaterial question - as there has been no determination by the court yet. Is it not prudent to give some relief to the people who have done a public service for the people today?''
Clark Haywood: We don't have the legal authority to do that. That's a State or Federal issue.
** Valentina Chekova holds her palms up briefly - "This is out of my wheelhouse, that's in your hands," she says, looking to Haywood and Lyons.
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Then I ask that you at least bring it up with the relevant authorities, and press as hard on the matter as you can.
Valentina Chekova: Was wondering what was in it for you. Hmh.

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** Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng pulls one of the papers out. It's all wrinkled and everything. In fact, it has a very peculiar shape. There's something round and stiff inside and the whole paper is layered in its features. Haywood, if his sunglasses did not impair his vision indoors, could see a hole pointing at him from there. A barrel.
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: Exhibit A.
** Valentina Chekova pauses momentarily, not recognizing the weapon for what it is at first -
** Cassandra Lyons purses her lips together as she scrutinized Cheng from across the table. Gradually, she reclines back into her chair. "You always know how to ask --" Her words fell short as the oddly shaped object was then procured. She blinked a couple times as her brain tried to process what was occuring.
Clark Haywood: Is that a gun, Mister Cheng?
Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng: It is. And what I'm about to do with it is for the Fuk Ching.
Clark Haywood: Well, I'd really like you to reconsider that one.
** Eddie 'Uncle Goose' Cheng pulls the trigger. It's lined with Haywood's head.
Cassandra Lyons: CHENG!
 
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