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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 1, 2005 14:01:21 GMT -5
Bombardi had played some: I had started on Earth, talking to some secret folks in the government and President Lincoln and such, then I had headed somewhere fun for vacation... I remember it may have been the Demon worlds, but I'm not sure.
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 1, 2005 14:11:24 GMT -5
Yea you were going to visit demon for a vaction!
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 1, 2005 14:12:18 GMT -5
Bombardi's fucking crazy.
I don't remember enough about where I went after that, so wherever would be fun. I don't have a ship, so I'm hopping smugglers' ships, going on cruises, etc. I do, however, have a metric assload of full-on US-backed currency.
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 7, 2005 11:25:53 GMT -5
Alright you fly over from the states to the great country of demon, you were sitting next to some nice lady but started telling in great detail of how you smashed some guys a head and danced in his blood. You arrive at the airport a few people are walking past one guy catches your eye a man with three rotting people next to him. You assume people don’t pay attention but you see a couple zombies
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 7, 2005 17:00:23 GMT -5
Bombardi starts to jump up and down to the zombies and say, "Can I snort the powder too? Can I snort the powder too?"
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 8, 2005 11:05:12 GMT -5
The zombies don't even notice you. the man next to them comes up to you "Hello, i see you noticed my uhhh moth.....Brothers..... Tom and gary...Yea.. Say hello.. One of the zombies raise their rotting arm
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 8, 2005 14:21:52 GMT -5
Bombardi leans WAY over to the man and says, "They're not your brothers, are they? I can tell! You're cousins!"
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 9, 2005 12:29:18 GMT -5
Um, yes ...Yes of course he looks around will you pardon us he begins to walk away.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 9, 2005 12:32:31 GMT -5
Bombardi shrugs. He wonders why someone would pretend that obvious undead are not when others don't seem to care; maybe a guilty conscience, maybe obsessive secrecy cultivated over the years? Whatever it is, it doesn't concern him at the moment. He heads to the information desk.
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 9, 2005 12:33:57 GMT -5
You head over a nice older lady smiles" can i help you?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 9, 2005 12:37:41 GMT -5
Bombardi suddenly acquires the mannerisms of an effeminate upper-class Frenchman. "Bah! Je suis douteux. I need to know where the pig-stys you will call 'arthouses' are. Can you give me a tourist manual?"
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 9, 2005 14:20:42 GMT -5
She looks confused."um yes here" she hands you a map of the town and some interest points "have a nice day"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 9, 2005 14:38:34 GMT -5
Bombardi sniffs in disdain. He turns away, laughs really loudly, yells "PSYKE, BIATCH!' and begns walking to the nearest art gallery. (He's thinking of casing the place to put graffiti all over it the next day.)
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 12, 2005 11:09:43 GMT -5
So down the stree there is an art showing that is going to feture the mona lisa..(or however it is spelled) the place is gaurded by 3 men in med power armor hold plasma rifles..
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 12, 2005 15:50:38 GMT -5
Bombardi will buy a ticket, once more adopting his snooty Frenchman attitude.
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 12, 2005 22:36:00 GMT -5
The man thinks you know about art he looks at you.
"Did you see that horrid art from van goe? What an idot!
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 12, 2005 22:41:19 GMT -5
"Bah! You are a philistine. Van Gogh was a pioneer, a man of brilliant vision, who used a thousand points of light to tell stories that swept us into the land of perception itself!"
Case the place for tonight's graffiti attack.
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 13, 2005 11:11:22 GMT -5
He sticks his nose up iin a snoddy fashon.
You notice the gaurds leave during the times of 12:00 and 2 orher gaurds show up 10 min later.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 13, 2005 13:01:20 GMT -5
Are there any cameras? Do said cameras, if any, have blind spots? In any respect, leave and go to a costume shop, strutting in with a smile as if my face was frozen that way and calling myself Joseph Kerr. Buy a purple suit, a fake water flower for my lapel, replace the water with acid, and put on some makeup in symphonies of white, green and purple, boy!
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 14, 2005 14:06:27 GMT -5
No cameras!
you head in buy the items. What kind of acid are you putting in?
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 14, 2005 15:42:54 GMT -5
Hydrochloric. Nothing serious, I don't actually want to hurt anybody. My God, what am I, a barbarian?!
Also fill up balloons with paint and actually use some of Bombardi's really good disguise skills, including magic disguises. Make sure he totally has enough to spritz all over.
Head in before the next changing of the guard (hehehe) and take out my spray paint like a creepy child molester.
Also: Post to Thrash and QSI, you filth!
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 17, 2005 23:48:07 GMT -5
Alright you walk in a few people look at you like a creppy child molster old paintings are spread apart but you see the mona lisa looking you square in the eye.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 18, 2005 3:24:33 GMT -5
First order of business: Paint a completely safe and removable moustache on the Mona Lisa. Then spray beautiful graffiti everywhere. Then create a harmless sound explosion and call out, "I AM THE WORLD'S FIRST HOMICIDAL ARTIST!"
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Post by Datamancer on Dec 18, 2005 13:24:02 GMT -5
hehhehh, alright you paint the place up, as your yelling you notice some older lady dialing on a cell phone.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Dec 18, 2005 18:42:59 GMT -5
Use my telemechanics skills to have the cell phone call my cell phone. If that fails, jump down, take the cell phone from her, bite it in half. Now's time for the balloons. Toss them at the crowd.
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Post by Datamancer on Jan 7, 2006 21:09:58 GMT -5
The entire place is going insane you bit the phone she faints and you bust out the ballons. People are really confused some even assume some joke is going on other think the world is ending.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 7, 2006 21:27:17 GMT -5
Ignite a cigarette with PK and say, "I'm so smoulderin' hot I need not matches nor pot!" I think it's time to get out of here. Leave by the most ridiculous exit I can.
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Post by Datamancer on Jan 10, 2006 10:53:54 GMT -5
You bust through some art in the wall made of cans. you hear in the distance blaring alarms!
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jan 10, 2006 14:26:14 GMT -5
OOC: Bombardi doesn't want to wreck any actual art, no matter how avant-garde and pretentious.
Bombardi will say, "Coppers! Nyak nyak nyak!" It's time to put that high Move to good use. Run along the rooftops very quickly and try to find a sewer entrance.
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Post by Datamancer on Jan 11, 2006 11:21:04 GMT -5
OCC:Alright you dont go that way and you hop away and into the sewer
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