2008-05-11

<Hans_Lynx>  RPG On!
<Hans_Lynx> ((That’s how we start!))
<Joseph_Forge> ::i’m parked in Mark’s office! sipping some coffee yes….::
<Hans_Lynx> ((you can sit back a bit to watch and see how it goes if you need.))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::looking at a couple things:: Alright. If everything came out fine, the simulation room is all set up.
<Joseph_Forge> ::and any of mun’s other charas are needed then by all means let me know!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::is at the MBI as well, in the breakroom munching on a donut and drinking coffee::
<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: You’re sure this is gonna work? I don’t want nothing going wrong and me having to fight off things that aren’t there….
<MoDaD> ((<Mark> :: seeing a pickup truck in his office that’s driven through the wall :: Joe… you need to buy a parking pass <Joe> Have you seen how much those cost? :: sips coffee :: I wouldn’t be able to afford these latte’s ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> :paces in front of an office door, stern expression matching his unsettled emotions:
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Think you guys can test it out?
<Hans_Lynx> ::finishes up his donut, takes his cup with as he exits the breakroom. sees a new face in the hall pacing outside of Mark’s office.:: Hey there.  May I help you? ::smiles at Brent::
<Joseph_Forge> We can sure try. ::Getting up, downing the last of his coffee::
<Mark_Sulfur> Great. I think someone was stopping by today, too. ::looking at a certain new agent’s app:: Think you can show ‘im the ropes? Could be a good ice-breaker to test out his abilities…
<MoDaD> ((brb))
* MoDaD is now known as Matt_brb
<Hans_Lynx> ((ok!))
<Joseph_Forge> I suppose I can.  ::going over to look at the app::
<Brent_Tygrus> :stops abruptly, slightly shocked at the unexpected noise, then slowly turns to Hans: Uh.. :clears throat: Officer Tygrus, previously Enforcer of Unit 1265.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Kies!))
<Hans_Lynx> <Previously?> ::goes over and offers hand to shake Brent’s:: Agent Lynx.  You here to see the Director?
* Mark_Sulfur is now known as Simulation_Room
<Brent_Tygrus> (( Sorry, awkward word choice. xD)) :accepts the handshake, though without enthusiasm:: That was the order.
<Joseph_Forge> ::once has glanced over the application, willa head for the door! opening up and blinks:: Lynx. ::then notes the other one:: Tygrus I’m assuming?
<Simulation_Room> <Mark> ::shows him the app, yes::
<Hans_Lynx> ((hmm? lol no Hans was thinking that to himself, curiously. usually Enforcers that come in are wanting to make trouble ;D))
<Joseph_Forge> ::I already looked at the app and am leaving you foo! XD::
<Simulation_Room> ::FINE!::
<Joseph_Forge> ::FINE!::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::Forgive the mun. has had a couple glasses of coke and a piece of cake..is HYYYYYPER!::))
<Simulation_Room> ((I just realized I do need chocolate… ::goes get:;))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((Alright. Sorry. ;p)) :turns, starting to feel a twinge of nerves in his gut: Yes sir. Officer Tygrus, awaiting orders. :salutes Forge:
<Hans_Lynx> ::lets go of his hand after the shake, looks at Joe::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::snorks:: I’d deprived myself of choco so long I started dreaming about it one night and me taking some from someone that was about to steal what I wanted. So yeah..it was time to go to the store and get choco))
<Joseph_Forge> ::blinks. not used to being formal and alla that. smirks at Hans:: And where’s my salute, Agent? ::to Hans. lol!::
<KristenSK> ((::snorks! CK:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks at the salute.  wonders if this guy was forced to transfer like so many here, including himself::
<Hans_Lynx> Since when have I ever saluted to you?
<Hans_Lynx> ::grinning goodnaturedly::
<Brent_Tygrus> :not understanding the familiarity between the two, merely watches the exchange::
<Joseph_Forge> :;shrugs:: Never? ::smiles a bit at Tygrus.:: well then, Tygrus. I have orders to test you out in a simulation. Some come with me. You too, Hans.
<Simulation_Room> ((::dies!:: Sheesh, CK, even *I* wasn’t that bad when I gave it up for Lent!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::diies!:: I know…it was bad…))
<Brent_Tygrus> :nods: Yes sir. :moves to follow Forge:
<Hans_Lynx> Simulation? ::will let Joe ‘n Brent go ahead, follows::
<Joseph_Forge> ;:Then realizes:: oh, and sorry. Captain Joseph Forge. ::offering a hand to shake:: Yeah..Mark has some sort of simulation thing set up…hope it works. ::to Hans::
<Simulation_Room> :is just sitting there. Come into my trap, my little unaware… erm.. that is… la la la la laaaa::
<Matt_brb> ((<Simulation Room> :: is not a cheap knock-off of the Danger Room ::))
<Joseph_Forge> (:::DIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> Ah that’s finally finished huh?
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Simulation_Room> ((<SR> ::You’re darn skippy! I was made by MoDaD Inc. I’m designed to kill the minute they’re inside. @_@::))
<Brent_Tygrus> :pauses to accept the handshake, still uncertain about the whole situation: <Captain, huh? I was right to salute then.> I wasn’t notified of any such simulation. May I ask as to what this simulation entails?
<KristenSK> ((<SR> ::”cheap knock-off” meaning it uses cardboard where the Danger Room would have metal:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Simulation_Room> ((::SOOOODEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Joe and Hans> Death.))
<Brent_Tygrus> (( Used the word simulation to much. Simulation, simulation! ))
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah its finished. ::then to Tygrus:: Its a simulation to help us determine your skill level for ourselves.  That and I think it amuses Mark to see us get a workout or something.  He likes ot torment us. ::smirking. can tell he’s joking. ::
<Brent_Tygrus> (( All will be assimulated!))
<Simulation_Room> ((Rhymed with situation. XD ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::diiies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks! Brent:: <Joe> You will become one of us.  <Joe and Hans> One of us. One of us. <Brent> ::baaacks away::))
<Simulation_Room> ::has the looks of a laser tag sort of thing. Has BPV’s and guns with rubber bullets::
<Brent_Tygrus> :the joke is lost on Brent: Understood.
<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<KristenSK> (( ::DEAD!:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> ::willa go over and open it up! going inside and looking around:: Alright here we go. ::going over to get the vest on and select a gun.::
<Brent_Tygrus> (( <Brent> :grabs lucky chainsaw gun and runs to attack Joe and Hans::
<Simulation_Room> ((<Joe> It will be doom on you! <Joe and Hans> Doom on you… doom on you… <Brent> ::runs back to Feral, throws himself at his feet:: Whatever it is I did, I’m SORRY! Get me outta that nuthouse!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOOOODEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead both!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Brent> Ooh Laser Tag!))
<Simulation_Room> Welcome. Please state Name and Ranks.
<Brent_Tygrus> ::watches Forge for a moment, but looks up when he hears the Simulated voice::
<KristenSK> ((::DEADATITALL!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::peers inside. he’s not getting simulated.  or assimilated. or other playah hated. XD::
<Joseph_Forge> Captain Joseph Forge, Agent Hans Lynx and Agent Brent Tygrus. ::unless the guys would like to say their own names. lol!::
<Simulation_Room> ((<Joe> Captain Joseph Forge… ::guns point at Hans and Brent:: … and guests.))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Simulation room> Code name verification.  <Joe> ::sighs:: Lucky McThunderpants.  <Brent ‘n Hans> ::look at him oddly:: <Joe> I told you before, Mark likes to torture us.  He picked that out.))
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Tasha> Assimilate! Act like most husbands! ::whaps Hans on the head with skillet:: <Hans> Owww Yes Ma’am! <Tasha> good boy! ^_^ ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::snorks!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((<Danger room set to Defcon 4. Prepare to die.>))
<Simulation_Room> ((::DYING!!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((:;rolling!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up::))
<KristenSK> ((::DYInG!:: ))
<Brent_Tygrus> ::still ill at ease, moves to remove a vest and fire-arm as well:: I suppose I should be armed as well?
<Simulation_Room> Welcome, Agents. Please select simulation level.
<Joseph_Forge> ((::wipes tears from eyes from laughing too hard so can see the screen::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::name was said so shuts door XD will join in on this for the fun of it.  gets vest and gun dealie-o::
<Joseph_Forge> Might be a good idea. ::then to computer:: Training level.  Evaluating skills of Agent Brent Tygrus. ::for notes for when Mark evaluates the progress;:
<Simulation_Room> Loading training level.
<Brent_Tygrus> ::finishes strapping the vest on, then takes a pistol for himself::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<vests> ::have large bullseyes on the front and back::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::Took a sidearm of some fashion he’s used to. man where’s my rifle when I need it? XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::Diiies!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> <Not even here for fifteen minutes and I’m being thrown into a simulation room? What kind of reasignment is this?>
<Simulation_Room> Scenario: City Street. ::loads an empty street, typical city scenario::
<Joseph_Forge> Alright. I suppose we’re supposed to just patrol….::starts walking down the street::
<Simulation_Room> Loading mission.
<Simulation_Room> <Little old lady> ::standing at a street corner::
<Brent_Tygrus> ::eyes widen at the display, before returning to a neutral expression> ::moves to follow Forge, hand clutching to the pistol nervously::
<Joseph_Forge> ::heading towards LOL XD::
* Simulation_Room is now known as Little_Old_Lady
<Brent_Tygrus> ((My action, though symbols are intertwining. I’m think-acting. I’m all ESPN.))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((GAH! He can read minds! RUN! XD))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!:: What are you running for? I already took up residence in your mind so he can’t get in! AHAHAHA!))
* KristenSK is now known as Another_Old_Lady
<Brent_Tygrus> ((Joe! You should be ashamed of yourself for such thoughts. And that puppy was cute too…))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((I already told you guys that Kris has permanent lease. She won’t leave! ;_;))
<Another_Old_Lady> ::is farther along in the room, walking down a sidewalk with a large purse::
<Another_Old_Lady> ((I have Squattor’s rights.))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((YOU SEE?! ::cries:;))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> :eyebrow raises at the stereotypical old woman:: <This is a bit too… normal. Especially for a simulation. Something’s up.>
<Little_Old_Lady> Excuse me. You look like nice, young toms. Could any of you be a dear and help an old she-kat cross the street? <Street> ::completely empty::
<Joseph_Forge> Sure. ::glances at Tygrus like “go for it!”::
<Brent_Tygrus> <You have to be kidding me. Help an old woman across the street? Now I KNOW something’s up.> :grimaces after hearing Forge’s remark:
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Tygrus>::steps out into the road:: <Car> ::flies by and flattens him:: <Joe> welp..that takes care of that newbie. ::Dusting off his hands and leaving::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::dies!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((::Pulls head up off of road:: Brent: I’m okay… really! :eyeball falls out of socket:
<Brent_Tygrus> ))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Road> ::is suddenly filled with cars… they only come in about five varieties and move at set speeds::  <Joe> Is this… Frogger?))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::SOOODEAD!!:))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIIIIIES!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> Oh, thank you, young kat. ::goes take Brent’s arm:: You are such a dear. You look like you eat your spinach everyday.
<Brent_Tygrus> Uhh… sir? Is this really the norm for evalutation similations? :still staring skeptically at the old woman:
<Joseph_Forge> ::shrugs:: dunno. This is the first time we’ve used it. Only one way to find out. ::eerie smile::
<Brent_Tygrus> (( Evalutation! fear my use of original words that have no meaning!))
<Little_Old_Lady> Brendaaaa! ::to the other old lady:: These nice young lads said they’d help us!
<Joseph_Forge> ((::snorks:: YAYEE! someone else that misspells words and makes no sense!))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((Must we get into that one again, Joemun?XD))
<Another_Old_Lady> Oh, that’s wonderful!  ::hurries over… at a shuffle::
<Joseph_Forge> ((no we must not…..))
<Joseph_Forge> ((Shush! SILENCE! I KEEL YOU!))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((I think there’s plenty of corners for Joe in this simulation… ::flees!:;))
<Brent_Tygrus> ::grits teeth, somewhat irritated by the ridiculous nature of it all:: If you say so, sir. :: sighs, then offers other arm to the second she-kat::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::beats head then throws pillow at Sagey:: Shush!))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::DYING!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::is with them lol mun sorry had to run quicklike ‘n take care of something. wondering what this is:: <Hard light constructs perhaps? Or holograms… ::touches building idly, listening to the others::
<Hans_Lynx> >
<Joseph_Forge> Hans…::grins still ::would you like to escort Brenda across hte street?
<Little_Old_Lady> <Simulation> ::feels pretty real::
<Hans_Lynx> … uh… sure.  ::didn’t know Training Level equates to Boy Scout duties. goes over to help Brenda:: Here’s my arm ma’am.
<Brent_Tygrus> ::grimace lessening in intensity:: <At least I won’t be alone in this farce.> :: moves to the curb, slowly leading the woman along::
<Joseph_Forge> ::ahahahhaaa! make you two lessers to the work! Nahh is normally not like this. but knows something is up as well. will follow the boys across::
<Another_Old_Lady> ::takes Hans arm:: You’re so kind.
<Little_Old_Lady> Aren’t you a dear. It’s so hard for an old she-kat like me… At my age, what with the arthritis and all…
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Joe> ::is just hanging back, discreetly getting his cellphone camera ready, is sure this will be good:: ))
<Matt_brb> ((And I hate to leave, but there’s some things that I still need to take care of. I’ll try to make Friday’s. Nice seeing you again, Kris))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((Kies! Night, Matterz!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((alright, night Matt! ::hugs::))
* @Matt_brb Quit (Quit: )
<Joseph_Forge> ((night! ::huggles!:))
<Brent_Tygrus> :mustering as much “polite” as he could: Don’t worry ma’m. You’ll cross saely. Just stay with me.
<Hans_Lynx> ::guides her across the street, snickering a bit::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::diiiies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> Who did Sulfur get to build this, Joe?
<Little_Old_Lady> Oh, I will. ::tightening her grip::
<Joseph_Forge> ::keeping his eyes open for any danger around.:: No clue…thats what scares me…..
<Brent_Tygrus> :follows Hans across the street, eyes still dodging to the sides, looking for the inevitable catch::
<Brent_Tygrus> ::nears the opposite side, the feeling of trepidation growing::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Jenna>::was conned into it.  training level is easy like she was told! highest level involves beating up Dark Kat, Dr. Viper and the Pastmaster with just a stick!  also programmed date simulations for Jasey-poo!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::DIES!!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((And maybe there’s a simulatiopn to help Brent get an actual personality! ;D))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!:: <Jenna>::made it complete with leather pants too instead of a BPV::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((:DEAD!!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::behind Brent and his ol’ lady:: Almost there, ma’am. ::making sure no traffic’s comin’ still::
<Brent_Tygrus> (( Then again, maybe not. Can’t ask for the impossible.))
<Joseph_Forge> I don’t think Reed did it…I’ve not seen her around THIS much.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((:dying, Brentmun! XD::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((LOL! Hey Joe was a lamppost when he started. He also had a military haircut but SOMEONE…::Glares at Sagey:: decided otherwise for this mun and one artwork later he had hair….and it stuck…))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Josie> Your personality is great.  I give them a week to ruin you like everyone else here. -_-;  More if you don’t drink the water.))
<Little_Old_Lady> ::starts to fizzle:: <Simulation> Warning – malfuntion in code 19832. Unable to reprogram…
<Another_Old_Lady> Oh, thank you.  You’re so….  ::fizzles too::
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::DIES!: So I like my guys with hair. Sue me!))
<Hans_Lynx> Uh… that’s no good.
<Hans_Lynx> ((not^))
<Little_Old_Lady> ::shrieks: Help! I’m being mugged!
<Brent_Tygrus> ::head snaps around at the unfamiliar voice:: <What?> :sees the hologram short-circuiting, and mutters under breath:: I knew it.
<Joseph_Forge> ::Frowns::  Well then….this is not what Mark planned. Computer, shut down program.
<Little_Old_Lady> <Simulation> Access Denied.
<Brent_Tygrus> ::moves away from the screaming woman, slowly scanning the surroundings::
<Joseph_Forge> ::Frowns more:: Computer, shut down program! DO you need an authorization code or something?  ::confused::
<Another_Old_Lady> ::is just sputtering::
<Little_Old_Lady> :Starts to beat Brent with her purse:: Shame on you! Mugging a defenseless old lady!
<Brent_Tygrus> Uh… sir? Is this part of your… simulation?
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Joe> Emergency override! Code Lucky McThunderpants!! <Simulation> The call could not be completed as dialed. If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again.))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((:dies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::backs  up a bit from the two ladies as well::
<Joseph_Forge> No its not…lets make our way back to the starting point. Maybe we can find the door and get out. ::will try to head that way::
<Brent_Tygrus> ((<Joe> I said shut down program. <simulation> We’re sorry. The number you are calling is no longer in service. Please hang up the phone and accept your death like a man.))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::FALLS OVER, BRENT!!:: I want that on a t-shirt!))
<Hans_Lynx> Right.  C’mon Tygrus. ::moves to head back across the street::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEAD!!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ::stops sputtering and takes note of what’s going on:: Matilda!  I’m coming!  ::rushes over to join in, swinging her big purse around to whack Brent::
<Another_Old_Lady> (( :: DYING! ::))
<Little_Old_Lady> BRENDA! They suspect!
<Brent_Tygrus> ::shakes off the old woman’s attack before following after Lynx, still bewildered by what was happening::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOODEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> Whoah, crazy old ladies ten o’clock!
<Joseph_Forge> ::glancing at them. then shrugs:: is it any different than Granny Forge? Seriously now….
<Hans_Lynx> I deserve those beatings.  But this…
<Brent_Tygrus> ::takes note of the location, then breaks into a run, crossing to catch up to Forge::
<Hans_Lynx> ::taking Brent’s lead, runs off to Forge too XD::
<Joseph_Forge> I never deserved those beatings. Now she’s got a grandkit and one on the way to cuddle so she’s stopped the beatings. ::lol! is trying to figure out if he can find the door out::
<Little_Old_Lady> ::reaches into her purse:: You are not going anywhere, sonnies! ::takes out… a pair of nunchucks! Leaps into the air and lands in front of them, doing that “I’m showing off my skills to you” move thing with them::
<Little_Old_Lady> HUA!
<Hans_Lynx> ::skirts to a stop at the LOL … XDDD::
<Hans_Lynx> ((skids^))
<Brent_Tygrus> …Captain? Sir, I… :whirls to see the old woman: Oh you have to be kidding! :eyes narrow as the situation rapidly accelerates into a frenzy of insane random events::
<Joseph_Forge> Whoa! ::pulling his gun though not aiming:: look lady.  We don’t want trouble. Just back off alright?
<Little_Old_Lady> ((<Hans> ::holds his skirt, screams like a girl standing onna chair:: <Joe>… What is WRONG with you?!))
<Brent_Tygrus> :hand rests on holster, ready to fire if necessary:
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Sagey> wow..he’s been here an hour and he already knows our rpgs are a frenzy of insane random events…))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::dies!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ::gets on the other side of them, also taking up an attack position and pulling a sword out of her bag… which was big, but not that big::
<Another_Old_Lady> (( ::DEAD Hans!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOOOOVERYDEADANDGONE!:: <Joe> HA! I KNEW TASHA WORE THE PANTS! AND YOU WEAR THE SKIRT!!))
<Brent_Tygrus> Sir? Permission to speak freely.
<Joseph_Forge> Go ahead…..by all means.
<Little_Old_Lady> ((<Hans> Oh, like YOU stay behind? ))
<Brent_Tygrus> This really sucks.
<Little_Old_Lady> ::does that crane pose, purse dangling off one arm::
<Hans_Lynx> ::watching the kung-fu grannies warily. pulls out his pistol as well but eesh shooting a lil’ old lady? XD glad this is a simulation::
<Brent_Tygrus> :removes pistol, keeping well aware of the woman with the blade:
<Another_Old_Lady> ::keeps her sword in a ready position::
<Joseph_Forge> Tell me about it….::aims at one of the ladies:: Back off. now!
<Little_Old_Lady> You should have eaten more of that spinach, sonnies! It’s good for you!
<Brent_Tygrus> :sinks into a defensive posture, gun readied in his right hand: SHall I take the offensive and disarm the one with the sword, sir?
<Hans_Lynx> Might be a good idea!
<Brent_Tygrus> They haven’t attacked us, yet. I don’t want to provoke them.
<Brent_Tygrus> *to Hans*
<Brent_Tygrus> <Apart from their purses, that is.>
<Joseph_Forge> Tygrus…word of advice…drop the formalities and just go with your gut instinct! Get those ladies disarmed!  ::willa try his radio while they deal with the ladies:: This is Captain Forge to any available agent!
<Hans_Lynx> ::tries the same by firing at the nunchakus to get ‘em out of her hand:: They’re already provoke!
<Little_Old_Lady> ::throws a couple of throwing stats at Joe’s radio::
<Hans_Lynx> ((provoked^ goodness Joemun’s typo disease is spreading XD))
<Joseph_Forge> ((bwhahahahhaa!))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((Look, so long as no one has to peek around corners, you’re good. XD)))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::FLEES AGAIN!:))
<Brent_Tygrus> Yes sir. :rushes to the side, crouched low to the ground, before directing his momentum directly at her, gun held ready: Lower your weapon. This is your only warning!
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DEAD!:: HUSH! ::Throws pillow!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> Take your best shot, sonny!
<Joseph_Forge> Ack! ::as radio is taken out with a star!:: Alright thats it! ::growls::
<Brent_Tygrus> :sinks into a slide, foot aimed at the woman’s ankles:
<Little_Old_Lady> Temper, temper! ::does a flying kick at him:: HUAAAA!
<Another_Old_Lady> ::jumps up avoiding his foot and swinging her sword around toward his gun::
<Brent_Tygrus> :rolls to the side, landing on his hands: Great. Kung-fu with old women. SOunds almost liek a corny tv program. ::brings other leg up as he rotates, aiming for the back of her shoulder:
<Hans_Lynx> ((<throwing stats> 78% accuracy with a rock!  45% accuracy with anything over 25lbs!))
<Joseph_Forge> ::him who? Him Hans or Him Joe?::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::DEAD!!!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ::Him Joe!::
<Joseph_Forge> ::ahhhhh….AHHHHHHHH! XD  tries to grab her and toss her to the side sorta..if that makes sense? ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((brb!))
<Another_Old_Lady> ::is just a hair too slow to avoid Tygrus’ kick, but, as it reaches her, sputters again, losing her solid state briefly and letting his foot fly through her::
<Little_Old_Lady> AYIEEE!!!! ::rolls into a ball and lands on her feet after being tossed. Sputters as well, then crumbles into a heap:: AYIEE! My hip! My hip!
<Brent_Tygrus> CRUD! :follows through witht he kick, landing and attempts to leap away to put some distance between them::
<Joseph_Forge> Thats what you get. ::glaring at the lady thats down:: now stay down. Hans! try to radio out, will ya? See if you can get someone to shut this thing off!
<Little_Old_Lady> Oh, my hip! Brenda, I need my medication!
<Another_Old_Lady> I’m coming, Matilda!  ::leaves Tygrus and rushes to the other old lady, digging in her purse::
<Hans_Lynx> ((back!))
<Brent_Tygrus> :stares after the woman, blinking quizzically at the oddities:
<Hans_Lynx> ::pulls out radio from belt:: Attention any agents in the building, this is Agent Lynx!
<Joseph_Forge> ::willa aim his gun at the ladies, just in case!:: You both stay right there.
<Brent_Tygrus> Uh… permission to… uh… :sees Forge: Oh… never mind. :slaps a hand to his forehead:
<Little_Old_Lady> Oh my, my… ::stands shakily after taking her meds:: It seems I’m out of practice, dear.
<Brent_Tygrus> <This… what is this? I can’t even tell if things are going well or horribly wrong!>
<Another_Old_Lady> Well, it has been a while.
<Joseph_Forge> See if you can get a hold of Mark. Or heck a computer tech or something! ::To Hans. mun not sure if his radio even getting out cause she can send someone to help if needed.::
<Brent_Tygrus> <Somebody tell me just what the heck have I been thrown into!>
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Others> Insanity! AHAHAHAHHAA!))
<Little_Old_Lady> <Simulation> Mission status – 80% complete.
<Brent_Tygrus> :readies gun at the statement, eyes narrowing as he takes aim:
<Brent_Tygrus> <Mission status?>
<Joseph_Forge> Awww crud…its still going!  ::Thinking. eases in towards the ladies:: Alright you both are under arrest. ::willa pull out some cuffs and tries to arrest one!::
<Brent_Tygrus> :moves in as Forge does, as a precaution:
<Little_Old_Lady> Arrest? What did we do, sonnie? Have we been jaywalking?
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Hans_Lynx> I can’t get anyone!
<Brent_Tygrus> Uh… how about assault with a deadly weapon, for one!
<Joseph_Forge> ::will try to cuff the lady and help her up!:: Tygrus, arrest the other one. Lets see if this ends this simulation.
<Little_Old_Lady> Oh, my… Brenda, did we do something bad?
<Brent_Tygrus> :stares, not quite believing what he just heard: …y-yes sir. :takes cuffs out and slowly moves towards the other woman:
<Another_Old_Lady> Well, I did forget to return my shopping cart to the corral at the grocery store last week.
<Little_Old_Lady> ::gasps!:: Oh, Brenda… you know how they detest that!
<Brent_Tygrus> <… what is with this program? I’ll be hanged if I begin to feel bad about arresting these two psychotic programs!>
<Another_Old_Lady> Well, it can’t be helped now.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::just rollin’ at these ladies XD::))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((Brent: I love to repeat words repetitively! Do you not as well? Repeat, repetition, redundancy!))
<Joseph_Forge> Alright…they are arrested…now what? ::talking to himself, the computer and anyone else around::
<Joseph_Forge> ((LOL!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::glancing around hoping the simulation vanishes::
<Joseph_Forge> is there a “hint” feature on this thing?
<Brent_Tygrus> If I could tell you that sir… then I’d be afraid I’ve gone insane.
<Little_Old_Lady> Well, we can’t let them take us in! We have a training session to get to!
<Brent_Tygrus> :stares: …
<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs:: oh no you don’t! ::will try to pick that old lady up so she can’t get free:: You’re done!
<Hans_Lynx> ::tries the radio again:: Hello, this is Agent Lynx.  Anyone copy?
<Brent_Tygrus> I have a really bad feeling about this. :tightens grip on the cuffs, refusing to let the woman move:
<Little_Old_Lady> HUA! ::leaps up and down to kick Joe in the face::
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Joe> Computer, hint.  ::nothing::  Simulation, hint.  ::nothing:: ARGH!  Format C colon!  <Simulation> ::disappears completely::  <Joe> Thank goodness.  ::hours later in Mark’s office::  <Mark> The entire system reformatted itself…  And, we don’t exactly have a backup disk.  Do you have any idea how much that cost?!  <Joe> No, but… I’m going to find out?))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::DEAD!!!!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> You’re right!  ::also struggles to get free::
<Joseph_Forge> ::issa kicked! issa knocked back!:: Oww! ::Growls angrilly. lol! willa pull his gun again and aims at the Little Old Lady and willa fire at her! omg! His temper is showing!::
<Brent_Tygrus> Hold still! :fights to keep the woman still: <I’m dreaming. That has to be it.>
<Little_Old_Lady> ::whips out a couple of sais and throws one, aiming at Joe’s gun barrel::
<Another_Old_Lady> ::cuffed, flails about, trying to kick him::
<Hans_Lynx> ))”"dooes!”"__
<Joseph_Forge> ::drops the gun as one hits his gun barrel! hisses:: hans! get her!
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!:: even XD ::always look when you type XD::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((bwhahahahahaaa! ::spreads her deadly typo disease!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> :is kicked in the shin: Gah! <That’s it!> :grips the cuffs and attempts to throw the woman to the side:
<Little_Old_Lady> ((So which one of your characters is gonna spit on someone’s hand this time, CK? XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ::mrrrs. has had enough of this. puts away radio and rushes forwards towards the one LOL who has Joe. with a fist, attempts to crack ‘er inna jaw XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ((SHUSH! you guys are just weird! you and your lack of knowledge of the southern slang terminology!))
<Little_Old_Lady> ((I’m sorry not ta’ be edjimacated!))
<Brent_Tygrus> (( I speaka da Engrish goodly!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((well get edjimacated! in de south Spat means to spank silly!  We don’t spat on the ground, we spit!))
<Another_Old_Lady> ::is thrown, but gets her feet under her and pushes off the nearest wall as she connects with, leaping back toward Tygrus::
<Brent_Tygrus> :sees her rebound and rolls to the site, grips gun tightly and lets off a few rounds at the woman::
<Brent_Tygrus> <side*>
<Little_Old_Lady> ::is cracked in the jaw, dentures flying out::
<Hans_Lynx> ::hooooi! moves leg to try and sweep kick her off:: Early Bird Special’s not gonna happen today at Denny’s, granny!
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::headdesk, has no idea why that reminded her of one of her grandmas… where she sneezed so hard that her dentures flew out::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((off=over))
<Another_Old_Lady> ::is shot, gasps::  That… was very rude, young man.  ::winks out, followed by some sort of agitated noise from the room::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::perks ears:: oh….no…..I don’t like that sound usually….
<Brent_Tygrus> :looks around worriedly: Oh great. What not?
<Brent_Tygrus> <now*>
<Little_Old_Lady> ::fizzles out!:: How rude!
<Little_Old_Lady> <Simulation> Simulation complete. Mission failed. ::city and whatnot disappears, large frowny face shows up in front of them.
<Little_Old_Lady> <Simulation room> :(
<Joseph_Forge> 9(::DIIIES!::)))
<Joseph_Forge> Oh well gee…thanks. ::Rolling eyes:: Mark will soooo hear about this.
<Brent_Tygrus> :merely lies on the ground, blinking at what he has just heard:
<Brent_Tygrus> <… what sid I do to deserve a day so thoroughly miserable as this?>
<Brent_Tygrus> <did*>
<Little_Old_Lady> :;printer:: ::prints out mission stats. First line reads: “Mission: Patrol city, help elderly across the street safely.”
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Tygrus> So… does this mean I’m not hired?  <Joe> Huh?  You came through that sane. We’ll take you.  <Tygrus> Oh.  Good to hear… ::groans inwardly, wants out of this nuthouse:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead:: <Simulation> ::Atari Pac-Man die noise heard:: weeoowoowoowoowoo. Blip blip.))
<Joseph_Forge> ::goes over to take, growling slightly:: Help Elderly lady across street. We tryed that you stupid simulation! now let us out of here!
<Little_Old_Lady> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD HANS!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> (( ::DEAD Pac-Man!:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::hurries over to the door XD opening it up::
<Little_Old_Lady> <Simulation Room> :door opened!:: Have a nice day!
* Little_Old_Lady is now known as Mark_Sulfur
<Joseph_Forge> I’ll be sure to….::heading out with the others! heading to Marks room! and will pound on his door! Lol!::
<Brent_Tygrus> ((<Brent> :runs away screaming, arms flailing: The world is a lie! Feral! Save me from this lunacy! My brain can’t take any more!))
<Hans_Lynx> Kats alive…
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!!!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> Come in.
<Joseph_Forge> ::opens door!:: Mark! ::tosses him the paper:: your stupid simulation didn’t work
<Mark_Sulfur> ::arches a brow:: What’re you talking about?
<Brent_Tygrus> :moves to rise to his feet, a very experienced grimace on his face: … I might be too old for this.
<Brent_Tygrus> :walks out of the room:
<Hans_Lynx> You going to make it? ::keeps at the door.  hears Joe down the hall yelling at Mark XD will wait to make sure Brent can get out XD::
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Hans> This is the MBI. What do you think he’s talking about?  Something went wrong, and it tried to kill us, of course.  Same old, same old.  ::shakes head::  I need more coffee.  ::leaves:: ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::SOOODEAD!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Joe> Who make this stupid thing?! <Mark> Some guy named… McLovin.))
<Joseph_Forge> Take a look. ::pointing at the paper::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))
<Brent_Tygrus> … for some odd reason, I feel that not making it would be the best thing to ever happen to me.
<Brent_Tygrus> <to Hans>
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::reads it:: Your mission was to help old ladies across the street and you failed? ::arches a brow::
<Mark_Sulfur> What, were they hit by a mac truck?
<Hans_Lynx> ::grins:: Hey, we handled things.  Nice moves by the way.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Mark> that’s what happened to Jase when he tried it.))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Joe> Psychotic NINJA old ladies.  <Mark> Why would the simulation have…  Nevermind.))
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah well those old ladies become ninjas about halfway across the street. The computer said some code fails and it couldn’t repair it. We tried to stop the simulation and it wouldn’t stop.  They went insane on us! Finally got out of there!
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> … Ninjas.
<Joseph_Forge> Yes, Ninjas.  Mark…you know I don’t lie to you EVER. ::firmly:: If you don’t believe me then get the new guy and Hans in here!
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Jase> ::was trying to get a fly across the busy highway when Frogger loaded itself into the simulation::))
<Brent_Tygrus> :smacks a hand to his forehead, emitting a deep sigh: … not exactly a wonderful first day. Maybe I can convince the higher-ups at the Enforcers that I’m not cut out for this department.
<Mark_Sulfur> So ninjas driving a mac truck hit the old ladies?
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!:: <Tessie>::snickering behind a computer console:: Dance my minions…dance! <Mark> Tessie? what are you doing? <Tessie> O_O ::hides her frogger game that is loaded into the simulation room.:: NOTHING!))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((::DEAD!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dead!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Joe> THERE WAS NO MAC TRUCK!  ::beat:: Thank goodness.))
<Joseph_Forge> The mac truck was all that was missing….::Sits down, rubbing at his head:: That program is faulty and I’m NOT going back in there!
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!:: <room>::suddenly turns into a pyramid:: <Q-bert> ::hops down:: <Brent> AAAUGH! Aliens! ::shoots him::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DEAD!:))
<Hans_Lynx> How about we get you something to drink instead?
<Hans_Lynx> Coffee?
<Mark_Sulfur> :rubs at his forehead: Okay… let me get this straight. You were supposed to help old ladies across the street, they turned into ninjas and beat the snot out of you. Did I get that right so far?
<Brent_Tygrus> (( :Q-bert screeches as an alien bursts out of his chest cavity… wherever that is on his body::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((::DYInG::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies:: <Tessie> ::since Mark didn’t like Atari, moved up to Sega::))
<Brent_Tygrus> :sighs again: Y’know. Coffee sounds good.
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah…pretty much.  They didn’t beat us up completely. Still….its hard to beat something that keeps fizzling out of existance when you shoot at ‘em. They were supposed to be a training level. Not Dark Kat’s evil ninja mother!
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOOODEAD Dark Kat’s mother!:: ))
<Mark_Sulfur> :arches a brow, still not believeing him:: Ooookay. So how did you stop them?
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEADDEAD!!!:: Begs the question if she’s as big as Dark Kat. XD))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((<Mark> Joe… We have it on good authority that Dark Kat’s mother was a vampire queen.  Stop being ridiculous.))
<Hans_Lynx> This way to the breakroom then. ::pats Tygrus on his shoulder:: Don’t quit on us yet.  I think maybe that simulation room needed a bit more testing before actually using on any agent. :;walks with him to the breakroom::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DYING!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies DK momma::))
* Tasha_Lynx has joined
<Brent_Tygrus> ::merely follows, a heightened sense of gloom and brooding hanging in the air around him:: <This is a nightmare. I actually nodded off for once and I’m having a bad dream.>
<Tasha_Lynx> ((ugh! net died..someone OP me?))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Pff. No))
<Tasha_Lynx> ((and keek my counterpart out? XD))
* Mark_Sulfur sets mode: +o Tasha_Lynx
* Joseph_Forge was kicked by Tasha_Lynx (Tasha_Lynx)
<Hans_Lynx> ((WB!))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((Welcome back. ;3))
<Tasha_Lynx> <Joe> We arrested them, they attacked us, and after the other two finally managed to get some shots off and well..”Tried” to kill them…it finally failed us.
* Tasha_Lynx is now known as Joe_Forge
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes in the breakroom:: Just brewed a fresh pot.  <breakroom> ::has a few round tables’n chairs, an old beat up sofa in front of a coffee table and TV, kitchen area off to one side, windows with plants and flowers sitting in full bloom as well as some other potted plants about the room.::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::rubs at his eyues:: Okay… if… you say so. ::rubs at his forehead, trying not to laugh:: Why… don’t you go relax, okay? I’ll call someone to come look at that thing.
<Hans_Lynx> Help yourself to a donut too if you’d like. :;can figure the guy’s on edge from this.  trying to help him calm a bit::
<Brent_Tygrus> :sinks into the nearest chair, head hanging low:
<Joe_Forge> Yeah…whatever. ::sighs, getting up:: Don’t you give me enough stress? I think you and Trina have a bargain going to see who can make me crack first. ::smirks::
<Mark_Sulfur> ::snorks:: She’s got me beat already.
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes over to him with a cup of coffee. offers it:: Here.  You take cream or anything?
<Mark_Sulfur> I’m not the one carryin’ a kid and craving… whatever it is she-kats crave when they’re expecting.
<Brent_Tygrus> :doesn’t hear him, and mumbles: What a mess.
<Joe_Forge> She craves chocolate. Of course whats new? ::smirks:: Oh and the newbie did pretty well.  Insanity and all.
<Mark_Sulfur> Oh, good. Then I guess he’ll fit in pretty well here.
<Another_Old_Lady> ((I better head off here if I’m gonna get up in the morning.))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Kies! ::hugs:: G’night, Kris!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::sets the cup at the table. pulls up a chair and sits in front of him:: You alright, man?
<Hans_Lynx> ((night Kris! Good seeing ya again!))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((::hugs::  G’night, everyone!))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((Alrighty. G’night Kristen! It was nice to get to chat with you. ;3))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((You too!  Hopefully, I’ll get to see you again later!))
<Brent_Tygrus> (( Now I can bug you about your fanfiction. xD
<Brent_Tygrus> ))
<Joe_Forge> ((nights Kris! ::huggles!::))
<Another_Old_Lady> ((Sure.  ::grins::  Night all!  ::hugs CK, heads out::  ))
<Brent_Tygrus> (( I keed. I keed. Pleasant dreams. ))
* @Another_Old_Lady Quit (Quit: You’re not weird and neither am I. We’re just gifted and people are jealous.)
<Brent_Tygrus> ((Hmm… I’ve heard a slogan similar to that. “We’re not weird. We’re just cooler than you.”))
<Joe_Forge> Yeah he prolly will. ::heading out of his office to go get more coffee::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::((
<Joe_Forge> ((:;snorks:: I still remember using the irc at my father-in-law’s house and his daughter had “I love Justin! ” and hearts and alla that on there so when I closed out it said that. ))
<Mark_Sulfur> ::smirks, picks up his phone and calls Jason:: Hey… you ever wondered what would happen if we combined old ladies and ninjas?
<Joe_Forge> ::oh thats just evil mark!::
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!!!::))
<Joe_Forge> ::goes on into the breakroom, going ot get more coffee:: Mark is gonna call someone to fix that thing.
<Brent_Tygrus> :doesn’t respond:
<Hans_Lynx> How about just trash the thing? ::smirks::
<Joe_Forge> I’m all for it.  ::Taking a seat, eyeing Tygrus:: you still in there?
<Joe_Forge> <Tessie>::i’ll fix it! I swear I won’t put in frogger!::
<Hans_Lynx> I think he’s still a bit in denial of the whole thing.  Mark shouldn’t have set him up for that so soon. ::gets up to get another cup of coffee since he left his somewheres::
<Brent_Tygrus> :blinks a bit, shocked out of his thoughts: Huh? What… :stares at Forge before quickly nodding apologetically: Uh… yes sir. Sorry sir.
<Joe_Forge> Mark didn’t intend it to mess up like that. the paper readout said it was supposed to be taking those ladies across the street. ::Then smirks at Tygrus:: enough with the formalities. We call each other by last names here, or first names if you’re comfortable with it.  You did good despite the goof up on our simulator’s part
<Hans_Lynx> ::gets cuppa coffee ‘n drinks some. leans against counter::
<Brent_Tygrus> :a bit taken aback, eyes drifting to the table: Uh… sorry, sir… :clears his throat: I’m not used to… any of this.
<Brent_Tygrus> <Nothing like this ever happened in the Enforcers.>
<Brent_Tygrus> :Brent’s frown deepends, his eyes rooting themselves to the surface of the table in front of him:
<Brent_Tygrus> ((<Brent> Deepends! Because I’m a kitty on the go! I don’t have time for toilets!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<Hans_Lynx> How long were you with the Enforcers?
<Joe_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<Joe_Forge> ::any of mun’s charas are available for Sagey mun if she wishes!::
<Brent_Tygrus> I served five years in Enforcer Unit 1265, tactical and offense unit.
<Mark_Sulfur> ((I’m gonna sit back for a few. My sugar’s slowly going away and it’s almost 2:00 XD))
<Brent_Tygrus> :Brent’s tone becomes solid and stern, not doing much to alleviate the air of tension around him:
<Joe_Forge> ((oh noooez!))
<Joe_Forge> ::listening, sipping his coffee a bit:: Five years. Pretty good amount of time. Well a lot of the kats here were once Enforcers themselves. Wound up here for various reasons.
<Hans_Lynx> Ah.  Well I was with the Enforcers as well.  Three years, pilot.  You’ll find that the atmosphere here is more relaxed.  Chaos doesn’t normally happen like that.  Well, not equipment wise anyway.
<Mark_Sulfur> :was in the Enforcers, too. XD::
<Joe_Forge> ::Ditto. as was his sister::
<Brent_Tygrus> ((<Hans> Chaos doesn’t normally happen like that. Unless cake’s involved. Then everything goes nuts.))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead:: more like donuts. XD))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::dies!::))
<Joe_Forge> ((::Diiies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> Why’d you get transferred here?  Did you hang Lt. Steele’s boxers from the flagpole outside the front steps of EHQ too? ::grins::
<Brent_Tygrus> :sighs again, a seemingly routine response today:
<Brent_Tygrus> … I was never informed as to why.
<Brent_Tygrus> It just… happened.
<Joe_Forge> ::chuckles;: prolly part of that enforcer exchange program a while back. Remember Trina got caught up in that?
<Hans_Lynx> Oh yeah.
<Brent_Tygrus> <Believe me… being reassigned was the last thing I was hoping for.>
<Hans_Lynx> Didn’t think Sulfur had continued that since he was against it with Lyons.
<Joe_Forge> That was about the time that er…well..she was shot..and alla that….::Frowns::
<Joe_Forge> I didn’t either but apparently some guys must still be in the system or something.
<Brent_Tygrus> :head sinks onto the table, forehead resting on the surface:
<Joe_Forge> ::note Brent:: I tell you what, Agent.  Give us a month. If you don’t like it here, we’ll get a hold of Feral and get you transferred back, alright?
<Hans_Lynx> The director will be willing to help you out.
<Brent_Tygrus> :heart skips a beat as the words leave Forge’s lips: <Did I… just hear that correctly?> :looks up, a slight expression of shock before returning to neutral:
<Brent_Tygrus> I’m not one to go against my assignment.
<Joe_Forge> And we’re not gonna have an agent that doesn’t like it.  It endangers everyone around them. Thats what you’ll learn here. We do well because we treat each other like family. Well..some of us ARE family. BUt beside that, everyone here is family, and it makes us close and easy to work together.
<Brent_Tygrus> :something stirs in his chest, his gaze darkening a bit: <That was intended to make a point I guess. Either learn to cope or get lost.> Understood sir. <And the way he puts it, it almost makes them sound normal, but after todays’ theatrics, I’m ready to believe the contrary.>
<Mark_Sulfur> ((<Brent> ::points!:: You guys aren’t normal! <Hans> … duh.))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((And, mebbe pause here, guys? It’s late. XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ((sounds good to me lol ::issa tired. didn’t have soda or chocolate like you nutters::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((Chocolate didn’t help. My sugar died aroundn the time my granny ninja broke her hip))
<Brent_Tygrus> ((<Brent> It’s like I’ve crossed over into crazy-ville. <Forge> And I’m the mayor! Here’s your membership shirt, pin, registration, and a complimentary Crazy Cookie.))
<Joe_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Mark_Sulfur> ((::DIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx>  RPG pause!