DeanTheAdequate

HA! Hoo HA! Thanks all. Oh, and Gnarly... I WAS in class thanks muchly... Just because I'm failing all my classes dosen't meant I'm not there... *Smiles, Blows raspberry... Then wipes off computer screen*

Aw, thankies for taking the time. The kenzerites chipped in and bought me an everfull martini glass. Mmm... Blindness...

*MEAT does his standard nodding as the teacher drones on and on, until Mitch "Number" Henderson whispers to him* "OK Meat, I've got it all figured out. Kenny's gonna get the photocopies and we'll put them all over school." *Mitch slicks back his terminal cowlick* "We've got the so called "Magic" tornament based out of art room 2." *Meat leans back in his seat* And then we get all thier payola? *Mitch sighs and rubs his temples* "Yeah... Yeah. I just hope they're packing more than the $5 entry fee..." *MEAT grins. Mitch definatly had a great idea this time. Pretty soon he'd have a room full of nerds to squash. Not like this upstart. This new guy had no finesse. You did have to smack the rest of the school around a bit, but never to the excesses this new crew was going to. Lenny was still up in the ICU. Meat may have left a big welt or two, but he never let it come to those kind of wounds. He was hoping to catch these new guys sometime. Maybe he'd have to show them how it was REALLY done. And they could join him... or else* "MR. ORITTS!" *MEAT's eyes pop back open* "And what are you doing with your eyes closed this entire time?" Uh... Fully absorbing your lecture? "I MIGHT accept that Mr. Oritts... If I hadn't just handed out a pop quiz!" *Meat smacks his forehead with a resounding THUNK! As if someone has slapped a pound of raw meat on pavement. The teacher returns to his dest with one last stern eye at Meat.* Why didn't you warn me Mitch? "I tried. Broke some pencil led in your arm by the end of it. You were in your own little world there..." Yeah... It IS mine isn't it...

So you're, in essence, being you in HS. Good man.

Well then, I guess I won't go for the D&D nerd... for we need a BULLY!!! His real name is unknown, for those without power know him as MEAT. MEAT was an army brat until his mother put roots down here. MEAT decided it's time some of these WUSSIES need a litle bit of DISIPLINE! And the only way to instill that in this setting is FEAR! MEAT. The only ones that seem to get along with MEAT re his two cronies, Mitch "Number" Hendersin and Kenny "The Weasle" Blankenship.

Bleagh... I knew it. I knew it... But noooo, lynch the squinty one... HE'S SQUINTIN!!! Heh. Good game guys!

Ooo! Dibs on the D+D nerd! Um... More details later...

*Blondie slaps hot iron onto his wound. He winces hard, then scowls at the rest of the travellers.* OK. Do you all understand now that we have to find our secret killer? Now more than ever before. The hard part of the trail is just ahead. We WILL lose people up there if we don't have enough hands to do the work. But it begs the question... *Blondie begins to put wound dressings over his chest* ...who wants to keep us from our destination? And why? Markus... Several times I've seen you try to dissude some of our own from carrying on. Why? Everyone has just as much right to thier own land as you and I. While I'm not in the market, helping with this trail is lining my pockets during a bit of a lean time for me. So tell me, why are you here if you want so many not to follow in your footsteps? There is enough reason to be scared. Hell, it can be a pretty rough life for a while. But to have something that's yours... Isn't it worth the risk? OOC: Vote for Deg here.

OOC: MWUHAHAHAHA!!! NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS!!! Ahem... heh... But it IS quite fun seeing the two site's "Styles" when it comes to the game.

*"Blondie" saunters over to Charlette.* Well ma'm, I've known a few cajuns and thier passions are true. I had no explanation for your seething head. I suggest you cool a spell and we'll talk it over. I could help you find this person. For now, I'll not stand against any of ya. (OOC: Withdraw vote)

Well... I hate to be the one to break up this little knitting session, but we still have a killer. Someone who felt it necessary to get rid aof a few folks that could have helped us. But I get back to wondering about that Smith fella. Running from a lady? That woman coulden't have been no lady to sic some assasins after him. He said his troubles were east... Louisiana is pretty east and I've known a few cajuns. A slight against a clan means repayment. Too long in repaying and it's taken in blood... *THe Man loks over the wagon train* If you don't mind Ms. Gainsbourg, I should like to escort your agon for a spell. (OOC: One for Lady Celes Crusader. Edit is to put the OOC)

*"Blondie" looks over the corpse in a blanket as the wagon train is spurred on* Well that's a fine thing. I think it does a body well to leave a woman unscorned. With enough money you can reach any foe... *He gives one last look, then turns to his party* Now to make sure the rest are safe...

The Man With No Name squints at the setting sun. "We'd best make camp soon all. We can put on a feed and water the horses at that small creek yonder." He's been working this trail for a while. But something seems different this time... Like old times. And events.

Ooooo... Feisty Sci-Fi alien... You could even kick Gort's ash... *Dean stumbles onto the bench and passes around the old flask* Nothing like a pre-emptive party... I'll jusht nip out and get the drinksh trolly...

Nice one Gnarly! Glad you've found an outlet for your... dare I say... GREATNESS!

Pirates? That's not pirates, that's just a mutiny! I want my pirates pure! Westward ho I say! Dibs on "Blondie"... AKA "The Man With No Name"

Nice ending. I can really see scrolling cryptic warnings... Watch the skies... I seemed to have drifted from Race Bannen to Captain Murphey from Sealab 2021... But it was fun.

At last someone get's it! Tom's been up and above all of this. Probably made some sorta sweet deal for some alien knowlegge only to get a triffid in his ear. Tom's gotta go... If not... Then perhaps someone, else... *Checks Script* Who wrote this? Seriously. "Then perhaps someone else". Cripes. I'm ad libbing now. I've got a few suspects, but Tommy has always been forefront with me. Besides, his name is almost as cool as mine. I'll bet he didn't even get born with it. He married into it or got it outta a cracker Jack box or something. I'm getting soem 40 watts from the basement... Err... The sub basement. (OOC: Tom Dashing vote here. Also, I must apologize for not being here recently. My computer died for a few days. Act of gawd. Sorry.)

Rather than be situation specific, I did a free-form list. We'll also need rope. And cola. *Obviously drinks a Coca-Cola and does a thumbs up to the camera.*

I've been making a list of what we'll need for the future... Doctors, scholors, hunters, breeding stock, circus clowns, Adrienne Barbeau... But no horror actors. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to wait in the hole... er... the emergency shelter. (OOC: Morris Pavlov)

Dirk scours the room with his eyes one last time. He shakes his finger at ToM Dashing. "I bet your lymph nodes are as big as cats!" He heads off to bed.

*Puts leg up on chair while drinking a cup of coffee* Mutants? But what if they're... NOT OF THIS EARTH! (Wooooeeeeeeeoooooooooooouuuuuuuuu....)

Dirk Danger looks over the room. Kids, wacko scientists, mutants... He thinks I'm beginning to see a pattern... He leaps up from his chair in one motion. "Did you hear that?" ....Silence. >AHEM< "I SAID 'Did you hear that?'" Dirk says again... ....More silence. "Well I tried to clear it up. Used to work with the other buch of scientists I used to work with. I'm going to look over the motorpool, see if ther is anything we can use. If the monster walks with us then I'll be sure he won't lay a hand on the kids." Dirk begins poking and prodding thorugh boxes. "And I'm watching you Dr. Dashing. We all know rival doctors are inherantly evil and bent on taking over the world. This could just be an insidiuos plot..." *As the horns fade the bongo does one flailing beat as Dashing and Danger stare each other down and they cut to a commercial* OOC: Tom Dashing

I'll be... Dirk Danger! World weary traveler and all around go-getter. (And look increadibly like the guy in my avatar... )

Must... Resist... But... Cannot... Can I be Race Bannen from Johnny Quest? Pleeeese? He's very cheesey!