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Blast
I cheer.
"Enemy scout is gone! Nice kill!"
"Box, enemy scout is gone! Returning to base!" |
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"10-4, Designator. Return to base to be debriefed." The radio went to static. |
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I return to base.
"We landed. Nice shot, by the way." |
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"Thanks." Gear nodded, and got out of his plane. You then noticed that the sky was dark... And it was raining. Oh well. |
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Blast
I run back to base.
"Whew. Sir, my report is that M. Gear successfully destroyed the scout. It was a weird insect thingy...:
"Guys?" |
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(Question, is it easier if I did quantity) |
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(It would be SO much easier if I could just use Quantity for EVERYONE. I'm having a hard time juggling AND tossing in new ISRPs simultaneously.)
The group of Robloxian commanders looked up, slightly surprised.
"Bug? Describe this 'bug' that you saw." Builderman replied to you. |
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Blast
The plane's memory banks..
"Here you go."
I give Build a picture of the scout. My plane captured it.
"Steel, M. Gear?" |
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They also handed in photos. Telamon frowned at the photos.
"What in the name of Roblox..?" |
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Blast
I shrug.
"That was the enemy scout until it got blasted. Then it was pixel dust..." |
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"Pixel dust..." Builderman mused, then looked up at you three.
"You three are dismissed. We have to look over this and find intel on our enemy. For now, you can go back to your dorms." |
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Blast
I head to my dorm, and add the operation to my journal.
I go to sleep. Steel, ever since MAN was destroyed, for some reason likes to roast marshmallows while M. Gear owns at video games. |
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You fall asleep, and suddenly reappeared in an interrogation room. A 2.0 Robloxian figure stood over you, and you noticed you were sitting in a metal chair with your hands handcuffed.
"Well, who do we have here?" The gruff voice asked from earlier. |
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Blast
I quietly try to think of what I can do. This is bad, where are the others? |
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(What's about to happen)
(Is Blast meeting up with someone)
(How are the other two) |
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(Sorry, I'm getting kinda overwhelmed with all this new stuff, really. It's all in a dream, and the other two are presumably sleeping.)
The figure laughed at your uncertainty.
"Nobody can hear you out here, my 'friend'. In fact, this is *ALL* just a dream!" He yelled, as the walls began to change colors, cycling between the colors of the rainbow.
"And I am in CONTROL!" |
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Blast
Boring.
My nightmares are worse. I've listened to bad music for 10 seconds.
Oh well, might as well wait for me to wake up... |
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Blast
Wait, never mind.
Something in control of my dreams is pretty bad |
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"HAHAHAHAHA!" The figure cackled, as suddenly you are lit on fire and begin to burn. You felt the fire lick at you, but your health was unchanged even as you took 'damage'. |
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Blade
Wait, I'm too confused to realize the pain.
How is my health not going down? |
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To make matters even worse, the man took out a VenomShank and stabbed you in the arm. You began feeling extremely weak and strange- like your body burned even worse than the average burn. Yet still your health did not go down, even as you continued experiencing excruciating pain. |
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Blast
Ugh.
I can't tell why I'm being tortured. My head is hurtkng even more.
Meh. I've heard pretty bad songs before.
Though, this hurts a lot. What to do, what to do...
(Thinking of a mission?) |
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MISSION STARTED: Against Death
NEW OBJECTIVE: Wake up!
As you thought of the bad song, it began playing overhead, and the figure was slightly taken aback.
"What the-?" He growled before trying to change it to the worst song ever- Pharrell William's Happy. |
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Blast
"Wait, what?"
"Ok, what just happened and why is Happy playing?" |
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(Bump this after me please. Going to sleep now, so bump it so I don't forget.) |
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