"Rook heah, Chuckles," whispered Jinx to her silent, Mel Gibson-esque fellow G.I. Joe Rawhide. "Dem Autobots got in rots of twouble now. Ha ha. Dey big stupid wobots." Chuckles nodded in agreement, his flowered Hawaiian shirt blending in with their current environment. The two Rawhides spied on the Autobots over the large, orange pile of trash, impressed with the devastation Galvatron has recently wreaked upon the so-called Autobot Leader, Ultra Magnus. "By General Cho, it's rike dey took my name ritterry, foah I am Jinx, and Beachhead named me dat because he tinks I so unrukky. I not unrukky, I have Bacheror's degwee in ninjaology... wit minor in Japanese studies."
"Primus dammit," hollered Ultra Magnus. Galvatron had crushed his head and told him "No network for you", then commanded the Sweeps to draw and quarter his body. You know, Galvatron's Sweeps, part of the "armada" of similar dudes that transformed into flying space boats which Unicron gave to Cyclonus to lead, except they were all named "Scourge" and had unnecessary cyber-beards even though robots don't grow hair and shit, and really it was a pretty fucking stupid idea to begin with. I mean, who makes a kid buy three of the same fifteen dollar toy in order to have a show-accurate Decepticon armada and yet they don't really appear anywhere else and they never really explained what happened to the second Cyclonus and whether Scourge was Thundercracker or an Insecticon, or even one of those Insecticon clo-
Squash! What the hell, man! Just get on with it!
Sorry, Lil' Funk.
Ultra glanced to his left. Just another Prime under all this armor, yet so helpless without all his armaments. "Oh man oh man oh man what're we gonna do!", jabbered Blurr. Suddenly the garbage heaps on this strange planet of junk separated and robots riding motorcycle robots whipped into view, shouting random crap from television.
"Thundercats, hoooo!!!!!" cried Wreck-Gar, as the Junkions came to the rescue. A little wax and polish, and Ultra Magnus was good as new. "If only we had these Primus-damned Junkions back on Earth," thought Ultra, "they'd have put Optimus Prime back together in no time."
"I still have a burr in my rotator cuff," growled Ultra at the nearest motorcycle-bot.
"That's my line," grumbled Kup, the grizzled veteran.
The Junkion poured a bit more wax on his shoulder, "Wax on, wax off!" The burr was gone with a wipe of the towel.
"Thanks, Weird Al." Ultra pointed his missiles off in the distance, "Now for a test of the systems." He launched them off at an unsuspecting junk pile, not realizing he had sealed his own fate.
Chuckles snatched the missile out of the air, all quiet and stoic-like, even though he was an espionage spy guy and his collectible file card from the back of the figure said he was jocular, cracking jokes and very talkative. Way to be figure-accurate, movie. I mean, seriousl...
SQUASH!
OK, ok.
So, Chuckles grabbed that fucking missile out of the air and charged right up to Ultra Magnus and jammed it right up his robo-ass, no questions asked. Because when you've got Dolph Lundgren in a flowered shirt rushing you like a Green Bay Packer with a big Autobot missle, you've just got to take a moment to question your cyber-sanity. And that moment was all Chuckles needed to finish off the job Galvatron had started. (B:L)
Chuckles walked back to Rawhide headquarters alone, large red splotches blending into his Hawaiian shirt. He had gotten so caught up in the mission that he had forgotten there were TWO missiles to catch and return, and Jinx didn't have a double-major in Missilecatchecism studies.
And even though Ultra Magnus had died yet again that day, this time for good, everyone on planet Junkion celebrated. Even Wheelie and Daniel did a little breakdance to the tune of that awesome '80's rap tune, "Dare to be Stupid", with their metal shells having no problem on the rough junk floor, as it was lubricated by the bloody smear that used to be Jinx. (cj iwakura)
Bah weep grah nah, weep nini bong, indeed.
Back on Earth, or what was passing for it these days, Cliffjumper had cornered a Joe in a box canyon... or so he thought. "Get ready for pain! I'm gonna take you to the Slaughterhouse!" Sergeant Slaughter quickly darted behind the Autobot, and with a mighty suplex broke him in half. (Toxic Toys)
Yeah right, not even Sergeant Slaughter could suplex a Transformer. Get real, Funky.
Too bad, I say he can and you can suck it!
Once again the combatants spoke, this time many voices in unison. The Autobot called Trailbreaker was destroyed in a blinding flash of light. (Ohtsam)
Results:
cj iwakura - Jinx (vanillajoe), killed by Ultra Magnus, more or less B:L - Ultra Magnus (vig), un-networked by the villains, then ass missiled, I guess? Toxic Toys - Cliffjumper (vanillauto), suplexed by Sergeant Slaughter Ohtsam - Trailbreaker (vanillauto), annihilated by IMAGINATION!
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Kuhlmeye appears to be the horse to whip tonight. Shame on you for covering up something that I have no clue what everyone else is talking about something something.
Duke had been following Rodimus Prime for almost two days. Tracking him was a simple matter; rigging his demise even simpler.
When Rodimus left his garage that night, Duke broke in. He set up two claymore mines facing the door, and a tripwire to trigger them. Once the rigging was finished, he carefully closed the door and moved off to observe his target's elimination.
Rodimus didn't return until almost morning. Duke briefly wondered what thoughts filled his target's head as the door to the garage rolled open. Surely they would be his target's last. (Witch Doctor, DBM)
Wow, he's so amazing! Rodimus never even got a chance to kill anyone! Always bet on Duke!
Not so fast, Lil' Funky...
Satisfied with the night's work, Duke climbed in his jeep and drove back to the Joes' outpost. He climbed out of the car and shut the door, turned to go, but then paused for a moment. Wasn't that the sound of an engine behind him? Had he left the jeep running? He turned back around to check, and the last thing he saw was Optimus Prime's fist coming right for his skull.
Duke's head flew across the compound, crashed through a window and rolled to a stop in the center of the table in the G.I. Joe command center, right in front of Lieutenant Falcon. Falcon sat in silence for a moment, staring at his brother's face, then he slowly walked to the window. In the distance, he saw the telltale red-and-blue cab driving away. "PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!" (jdarksun)
While Lt. Falcon was thinking only of vengeance, Shipwreck had other things on his mind. He was in the kitchen, hunting for that most delicious of desserts. "Mmm, mmm, mmmmmmmmm I do so love cake. Especially chocolate, it's simply fabulous!"
"Ssssssso it'sss cake you want, isssss it?" hissed a familiar voice. "Hear that, my Deceptifriends? Let'sssss give the man sssome cake!" Galvatron's cold steely hands seized Shipwreck's shoulders, while Serpentor administered the cake.
A few minutes later Roadblock came in the kitchen in search of a sandwich. He found Shipwreck with delicious cake flowing out of every orifice. His mouth, his ears, his eyes, even his ass was overflowing with that delectable confection. (kime)
Once again the power of IMAGINATION! bent to the will of the combatants and touched the battlefield. A beam of green light shot down from the heavens and blasted Perceptor into nothingness.(kuhlmeye)
Results:
Witch Doctor, DBM - Rodimus Prime (backup vig), claymored by Duke jdarksun - Duke (vig), Punched Out! by Prime kime - Shipwreck (vanillajoe), caked by the villains kuhlmeye - Perceptor (vanillauto), disintegrated by IMAGINATION!
No! No! No reason! Stop it! I'm just a villager guy, I won't say which one because then the other faction will vote me harder.
Cmon, this is crap.
Anyone who targets you just because of your faction is going to have ALOT of strange looks, considering we're so screwed at the moment we can't afford to grudge the other faction. As long as you can give people reasonable doubt we can afford a bandwagon that's going to doom the village.
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"Rook heah, Chuckles," whispered Jinx to her silent, Mel Gibson-esque fellow G.I. Joe Rawhide. "Dem Autobots got in rots of twouble now. Ha ha. Dey big stupid wobots." Chuckles nodded in agreement, his flowered Hawaiian shirt blending in with their current environment. The two Rawhides spied on the Autobots over the large, orange pile of trash, impressed with the devastation Galvatron has recently wreaked upon the so-called Autobot Leader, Ultra Magnus. "By General Cho, it's rike dey took my name ritterry, foah I am Jinx, and Beachhead named me dat because he tinks I so unrukky. I not unrukky, I have Bacheror's degwee in ninjaology... wit minor in Japanese studies."
"Primus dammit," hollered Ultra Magnus. Galvatron had crushed his head and told him "No network for you", then commanded the Sweeps to draw and quarter his body. You know, Galvatron's Sweeps, part of the "armada" of similar dudes that transformed into flying space boats which Unicron gave to Cyclonus to lead, except they were all named "Scourge" and had unnecessary cyber-beards even though robots don't grow hair and shit, and really it was a pretty fucking stupid idea to begin with. I mean, who makes a kid buy three of the same fifteen dollar toy in order to have a show-accurate Decepticon armada and yet they don't really appear anywhere else and they never really explained what happened to the second Cyclonus and whether Scourge was Thundercracker or an Insecticon, or even one of those Insecticon clo-
Squash! What the hell, man! Just get on with it!
Sorry, Lil' Funk.
Ultra glanced to his left. Just another Prime under all this armor, yet so helpless without all his armaments. "Oh man oh man oh man what're we gonna do!", jabbered Blurr. Suddenly the garbage heaps on this strange planet of junk separated and robots riding motorcycle robots whipped into view, shouting random crap from television.
"Thundercats, hoooo!!!!!" cried Wreck-Gar, as the Junkions came to the rescue. A little wax and polish, and Ultra Magnus was good as new. "If only we had these Primus-damned Junkions back on Earth," thought Ultra, "they'd have put Optimus Prime back together in no time."
"I still have a burr in my rotator cuff," growled Ultra at the nearest motorcycle-bot.
"That's my line," grumbled Kup, the grizzled veteran.
The Junkion poured a bit more wax on his shoulder, "Wax on, wax off!" The burr was gone with a wipe of the towel.
"Thanks, Weird Al." Ultra pointed his missiles off in the distance, "Now for a test of the systems." He launched them off at an unsuspecting junk pile, not realizing he had sealed his own fate.
Chuckles snatched the missile out of the air, all quiet and stoic-like, even though he was an espionage spy guy and his collectible file card from the back of the figure said he was jocular, cracking jokes and very talkative. Way to be figure-accurate, movie. I mean, seriousl...
SQUASH!
OK, ok.
So, Chuckles grabbed that fucking missile out of the air and charged right up to Ultra Magnus and jammed it right up his robo-ass, no questions asked. Because when you've got Dolph Lundgren in a flowered shirt rushing you like a Green Bay Packer with a big Autobot missle, you've just got to take a moment to question your cyber-sanity. And that moment was all Chuckles needed to finish off the job Galvatron had started. (B:L)
Chuckles walked back to Rawhide headquarters alone, large red splotches blending into his Hawaiian shirt. He had gotten so caught up in the mission that he had forgotten there were TWO missiles to catch and return, and Jinx didn't have a double-major in Missilecatchecism studies.
And even though Ultra Magnus had died yet again that day, this time for good, everyone on planet Junkion celebrated. Even Wheelie and Daniel did a little breakdance to the tune of that awesome '80's rap tune, "Dare to be Stupid", with their metal shells having no problem on the rough junk floor, as it was lubricated by the bloody smear that used to be Jinx. (cj iwakura)
Bah weep grah nah, weep nini bong, indeed.
Back on Earth, or what was passing for it these days, Cliffjumper had cornered a Joe in a box canyon... or so he thought. "Get ready for pain! I'm gonna take you to the Slaughterhouse!" Sergeant Slaughter quickly darted behind the Autobot, and with a mighty suplex broke him in half. (Toxic Toys)
Yeah right, not even Sergeant Slaughter could suplex a Transformer. Get real, Funky.
Too bad, I say he can and you can suck it!
Once again the combatants spoke, this time many voices in unison. The Autobot called Trailbreaker was destroyed in a blinding flash of light. (Ohtsam)
Results:
cj iwakura - Jinx (vanillajoe), killed by Ultra Magnus, more or less
B:L - Ultra Magnus (vig), un-networked by the villains, then ass missiled, I guess?
Toxic Toys - Cliffjumper (vanillauto), suplexed by Sergeant Slaughter
Ohtsam - Trailbreaker (vanillauto), annihilated by IMAGINATION!
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So. . . hi. Didn't really expect to be here now. How's it going, everyone?
14 people left. I'm guessing. . . . 3 more mafia? Plus 6 Joes, and 5 Transformers? I think that's accurate!
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I didn't see it .
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But I've got my eye on you Kime.
Given the path we have been taking, maybe it's time to kill them.
!kuhlmeye
Die decepticobracon-person-bot-thing
Duke had been following Rodimus Prime for almost two days. Tracking him was a simple matter; rigging his demise even simpler.
When Rodimus left his garage that night, Duke broke in. He set up two claymore mines facing the door, and a tripwire to trigger them. Once the rigging was finished, he carefully closed the door and moved off to observe his target's elimination.
Rodimus didn't return until almost morning. Duke briefly wondered what thoughts filled his target's head as the door to the garage rolled open. Surely they would be his target's last. (Witch Doctor, DBM)
Wow, he's so amazing! Rodimus never even got a chance to kill anyone! Always bet on Duke!
Not so fast, Lil' Funky...
Satisfied with the night's work, Duke climbed in his jeep and drove back to the Joes' outpost. He climbed out of the car and shut the door, turned to go, but then paused for a moment. Wasn't that the sound of an engine behind him? Had he left the jeep running? He turned back around to check, and the last thing he saw was Optimus Prime's fist coming right for his skull.
Duke's head flew across the compound, crashed through a window and rolled to a stop in the center of the table in the G.I. Joe command center, right in front of Lieutenant Falcon. Falcon sat in silence for a moment, staring at his brother's face, then he slowly walked to the window. In the distance, he saw the telltale red-and-blue cab driving away. "PRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!" (jdarksun)
While Lt. Falcon was thinking only of vengeance, Shipwreck had other things on his mind. He was in the kitchen, hunting for that most delicious of desserts. "Mmm, mmm, mmmmmmmmm I do so love cake. Especially chocolate, it's simply fabulous!"
"Ssssssso it'sss cake you want, isssss it?" hissed a familiar voice. "Hear that, my Deceptifriends? Let'sssss give the man sssome cake!" Galvatron's cold steely hands seized Shipwreck's shoulders, while Serpentor administered the cake.
A few minutes later Roadblock came in the kitchen in search of a sandwich. He found Shipwreck with delicious cake flowing out of every orifice. His mouth, his ears, his eyes, even his ass was overflowing with that delectable confection. (kime)
Once again the power of IMAGINATION! bent to the will of the combatants and touched the battlefield. A beam of green light shot down from the heavens and blasted Perceptor into nothingness.(kuhlmeye)
Results:
Witch Doctor, DBM - Rodimus Prime (backup vig), claymored by Duke
jdarksun - Duke (vig), Punched Out! by Prime
kime - Shipwreck (vanillajoe), caked by the villains
kuhlmeye - Perceptor (vanillauto), disintegrated by IMAGINATION!
!lawinator
... its a hunch. When things are going this way he's usually evil
I wouldn't have my death any other way!
OOOOooooOOOOO
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!Kay
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!TheLawinator. (I'm so sorry Law.)
!TheLawinator.
Cmon, this is crap.
Anyone who targets you just because of your faction is going to have ALOT of strange looks, considering we're so screwed at the moment we can't afford to grudge the other faction. As long as you can give people reasonable doubt we can afford a bandwagon that's going to doom the village.
Seriously people, Kay is setting off alarm bells in my head. Something is, as some could say, up.