Serenity thursday game

[aturin]

I do hereby declare, for the edification and such like of those not as fortunate as our dear selves to have the opportunity to play in this here game, that those that did participate in the game that did play itself out last night, that those who were there shall regale us all with there own personal tales of daring do and thrilling heroics in exchange, possibly from a bountiful reward from upon high.

TL:DR people in my Thursday group write up what happened yesterday from your characters point of view, in exchange for plot points.

[barmybex91]

Ok i know i don't play, but as i sat in for this session two awesome bits:

*alex and minty take their time being really sneaky from left to right past crazy guy's prison cell*
*anton releases the straps* "I'm going to run"
Neil: Which direction?
Anton:right.

then closely followed by the best look of "OMGFFSWTF" faces on alex and minty EVAR!

That wasn't a great quote or whatever, just the moment that made me laugh sooo much watching the game xD

[Minty]

Felix awoke with a start. His head pounding, vision blurry, memories foggy. The floor was hard and cold, the room was only dimly lit with red emergency lighting. Fragments of events leading up to this rude awakening began to piece themselves together.

There was a squadron of purple bellies, and that man. That man's cold eyes, as he ordered them to capture him, with no more aplomb than disposing of a piece of fruity oaty bar that had become attached to the sole of his shoe. Violence, lots of violence, and ultimately the welcoming abyss of unconciousness. Now he remembered, he was on a prison ship destined to one of the moons of Verbena, to await his ultimate end.

Suddenly, exuberent shouts come from outside his cell, and the sound of metal grating on metal rang out, telling him that the doors were unlocked! Felix sprang up, instantly regretting it as the rush of blood caused him to fight for balance, and jubilently slid the door open.

Or would have; his door remained locked tight. Sighing to himself, Felix unleashed a furious strike upon the door, denting the suprisingly supple metal. Ignoring the pain radiating from his fist, he roundhouse kicked the buckled door, causing it to fly across the coridor into another, now vacant cell.

Former prisoners milled about, outside of this place they may well have been fearsome enemies, or indifferent passers by, but here? Now? The were brothers, temporarily standing shoulder to shoulder and whooping with joy, before striking off into the poorly lit body of the transport, in search of potential exits.

Felix observed that his neighbour, too, was having dificaulty emerging from his steel cuccoon: having, for whatever reason, jammed a small dildo into the lock. Felix pitied the foo', and searched around for a method to release the hapless prisoner that wouldn't kill him. Finding a hammer and chisel in a crate containing workshop tools, Felix gave the locks a rigorous tapping, gaining the worried looking grease monkey his freedom.

Wandering around drunkenly, offering temporary parlays to the singletons that he encountered, Felix decided that he too, would investigate the wider areas of the ship for means of escape. Mostly getting lost due to indecision, he eventually met up with the prisoner who earlier had discovered the woodworking tools, and a strange man who was following him. They stalked the coridor with relative discretion, following a trail of blood, until they came across the mostly vacated cells of the more dangerous prisoners.

They first encountered a delightful fellow in a straight jacket and muzzle, but turned down his request for freedom, as we did not wish to overstep our bounds. Then they approached a room where the trail of blood ended, with a man mountain standing over the corpse of one of the prison guards, fashioning a uniform from at least two others taken from owners who no longer needed them due to most of their heads being missing.

Felix attempted to shuffle by while whistling nonchalantly, but sadly the beached whale saw through his clever ruse, and attacked in a rage. Fortunately Felix was quick on his feet, rolling out of the way and struck him in the throat stunning him long enough for one of his compatriots to strike at the back of his legs with a truncheon and another to charge in, only to hug the giant man, in the hopes that love might tame the mighty beast.

It did not.

Felix finished the brute off with a quick throw, and allowing his more capable ally to lay hands on a slightly stretched out guard's uniform.

It was then that our heroes discovered that the delightfully well spoken man, who had probably been restrained and muzzled for his own protection, had been released by some unknown friend. After a short chat it turned out that the well spoken man was Gilligan, the one from that island, where every week they try to escape the island in inventive ways. Felix told him that he probably ought to get back there, or else he'd never find a way off.

Someone suggested that there could be a source of alcohol on the drop ship that was docked near the cells, and so Felix raced off to plunder his glorious bounty. He found Gilligan attempting to leave on the drop ship, ostensibly to get back to his island, Felix reasoned. And agreed to gather his new crew to descend with him.

Meanwhile, the natives were getting restless and rioting was flooding down onto our heroes' level of the transport, and barrels of potential fuel weren't going to load themselves. Felix arrived in time to help his new friend move one of the barrels at speed by means of a dropkick and riding atop the barrel back to the dropship, just in time to escape brutal bloody death at the hands of murderous former inmates. Hooray!

But what adventures now lie in stock for acting captain Felix, and his crew of murderers, stalkers, wimps, and morons?

To find out, tune in next time to Thursday Night Serenity, with Neil, Minty, Alex, Ricky, Matt and Anton!

[aturin]

Well done minty, much appreciated have three plot points, come on people there are still more points up for grabs.

[Minty]

Felix and the unlikely crew of escaped inmates find themselves descending towards Verbana on a drop ship piloted by a man who claimed to be wrongly accused of organ harvesting. While Felix polished off the best part of a full bottle of "medicinal" whiskey, the others found a lockbox containing some armaments, and just about managed to crack the lock before Felix decided to take matters into his own hands.

After a decidedly rocky conversation with air traffic control, the details of which were fairly fuzzy for Felix, mostly due to being passed out in the gangway: sleeping off the hooch, the intrepid troupe decided to divirge from the requested landing zone, and instead at Gilligan's suggestion to land in The Warrens, a wretched hive of scum and villany where the security forces fear to tread, and Alliance squadrons only tread lightly.

The drop ship was deposited on the roof of a parking structure, and the heroic quintet bade farewell to Gilligan, with the promise to seek him out on the morrow for gainful employment, then minced about for a spell, unsure of the best path to take.

Felix, slowly arrived at the conclusion that they should get out of their prison garb as soon as possible, though Ducktape had already cleverly disguised himself as an ancient roman, from Earth-that-was, surely he would now have no trouble navigating an Alliance checkpoint now! A group of rambunctious oiks, loitering in the parking lot, presented an opportunity to equip them with inconspicuous clothing that was too tempting to pass up.

Clearly something was lost in translation, perhaps due to the stange Verbanian dialect in these parts, but for whatever the reason, the youths did not respond well to Felix's repeated yells for them to relinquish "Your clothes, your boots, and your hover-cycles!" However after some heated debate, the young men did kindly offer up the contents of their wallets, including, but not limited to the wallets themselves, and then they all simultaneously realised that there was somewhere else they needed to be, and off they scampered.

Our heroes then wandered towards town looking for fresh clothes and shelter, and before long came across a seedy bar. As soon as he entered the fine h'establishment, Felix's eyes alighted upon the most beautiful sight he had ever seen! Such curves! What body! The most pristine and sparkling diamond in the rough, just waiting to be deflowered and devoured: an unopened bottle of 10 year old Banbrannagh whiskey, just sitting there behind the buxom barmaid, idly polishing a pint glass. "Oh baby! Where have you been all my life?" Felix rushed to the bar, startling the barmaid, but calming her down after the purchace by pouring her a dram, and showing off his prime beef physique. After a brief scuffle with one of his compatriots who had ideas above his station, Felix has agreed to meet this young strumpet for pleasurable company at the end of her shift at 2am, and taken a mostly unused coat (some staining and one small bullet hole) from the lost and found box.

Meanwhile, Dave Dave was raping relinquishing some homeless men of their clothing in a side alley as the local police force squads moved in towards the parking lot where the dropship was parked. To move with relative ease, the group joined with a second party of drunken revellers, until Carter and the others dragged Felix away so that they could lay hands on a faster method of transportation.

Felix was a little fuzzy on the details once again, mostly due to a protracted and excessive piss, but for some reason there was an angry man shouting about someone pissing on his car, and foolishly came outside, allowing our most noble and gallant heroes to beat him up and pinch his ride, piss or no piss.

Three locked breifcases were dicovered in the trunk, one each for Felix, Carter, and Dave Dave (Dave Dave eventually prying his open in private to find diamonds).

Deciding that buying things from a department store while it was open was for pussies, Felix and Carter resolved to break in to the first department store they encountered in their flash new car, and steal some clothes, communicators, and basic law-breakin' equipment. After heroicly beating an old man (one day from retirement) into a coma, Felix and Carter stole away into the darkened department store: J.C. Bluesun's, which they soon discovered to be teeming with armed guards.

As the guards swarmed towards Carter, Felix ambushed a group of four guards, knocking out two, disarming one, and kicking the last in the baby-maker twice, causing those still standing to make a run for the stairwell leading to the floor below. Sadly Felix paid for this bold move dearly, taking a round to the shoulder from the man with the burst testicles. Screaming a string of impolite Chinese insults towards his assailant, Felix roundhouse kicked the pile of steamin' go-se in the head, downing him for the forseeable future.

Felix was quite angry now, and temporarily staunched the wound with some lacy underwear, noting that he could gift them to his busty barmaid when he got to his date. Storming towards the stairwell to deal with the remaining guards by throwing the able bodied ones down the stairs, and punching the more sluggish one square in the jaw.

Meanwhile, the others had been running to assist from another entrance, and Carter shot at some guards, and killed a flying camera used by the police.

After trading some unkind words with the guards he had tossed down the stairs, Felix slid to the floor to nurse his wounds and await assistance from his unlikely rescuers.

Also: The diplomat put on womens clothing, and hangs around in bars. He is now known as the lumberjack.

[<imaginative username here>]

Nov 26, 2010 16:25:20 GMT Minty said:

the details of which were fairly fuzzy for Felix

Get this man a plot point, if only for outstanding alliteration.

[<imaginative username here>]

I launch a shot at a shadowy figure across the shop floor, duck down and check my sidearm's clip. Seven left.

The evening had been decidedly strange. I awoke in a cell - my trial had been long, but my sentencing short. I had been convicted to five years on Verbenna for practicing doctorin' without a licence - the Alliance figured that it'd be better for all involved if I pointlessly worked my life away in a penal colony, rather than keeping a village of miners alive.

I duck as a round punches a fist-sized hole out of the sign I'm using as cover, and fire blindly round the corner. Six left.

About an hour into the flight, a huge explosion rocked the prison ship, and my cell door sprang open. Not one to look divine providence in the mouth, I stepped out and looked for something to use as a weapon - I knew I was innocent, but the other inhabitants of the ship, not so much. I quickly made friends with a terminally inebriated martial artist by the name of Temporary Parley, and set out to find a way off the ship.

Tempo and I made our way across the ship floor, cautiously avoiding the starboard side, where some of my fellow inmates were falling on the safes like ravenous wolves. Along the way, I discovered to my growing unease that we had picked up a silent companion, whose existence seemed to revolve around slinking up behind other men in the dark. I shuddered to think what he was convicted of.

One brawl later, and - largely due to Tempo's aptitude - I had some swanky new armour. Also, my fears were realised when Lurker tried to embrace our assailant from behind. Nonetheless, he was our ally. A man in the desert must take water from wherever it is given, and so on.

Together, we made our way to the dropship, where some of the other convicts - including Gilligan, the most convicted of them all - had inexplicably hotwired the airlock and started doing pre-flight checks. To ensure against any threat of forced shower-scene antics (Lurker had disappeared at this point, but one can never be too careful), Tempo and I had brought a drum of (presumably) ship fuel as a token of goodwill. Our escape ended dramatically with Tempo surfing the drum into the airlock, and myself swiping the blast doors closed mid-dive. Freedom would soon be ours.

Undergarments explode around me as the security guards empty their pistols into my cover. I knee-slide across the floor toward the summer sales rack, firing wildly at their silhouettes. Five left.

Our freedom was to be short-lived. With a bit of help from "Ductape (who knows what he was arrested for? Kidnapping?)," Lurker and me armed ourselves with pistols from the weapons locker, while a man who introduced himself as Dave Dave took the shotgun. We had only just finished feeling badass when Gilligan informed us we would imminently be getting a message from the ground base on Verbenna, and that his face would be a bit too well-known to answer it without arousing suspicion. We began to debate who should try to bullshit their way through the inevitable conflict, when Lurker finally spoke up. "I can talk," he told us, so I handed him my Riot helmet and stood back to watch.

The results were... interesting. Lurker, hereafter known as The Diplomat, did eventually manage to convince Air Traffic Control that we were having technical difficulties, too bad to allow us to make it to the Alliance base, but not worth sending out help for. I can only assume that The Diplomat is the bearer of some eldritch psychic powers that no man truly understands. Either that, or the Air Traffic Controller was a moron. Regardless, we headed for an area known as "The Warrens," where Gilligan would leave us, but would later provide us with work. Meanwhile, Ductape dismantled a curtain. The workings of that man's mind are beyond me.

I watch in futile horror as Temporary Parley takes round after round in the torso, praying none of them hit vital organs. As one of his assailants goes to line up a shot, I bring my sights up to point at his heart, pause, and fire. Four left.

We touched down, and Gilligan departed. Eager to change our clothes, Tempo tried to procure some garments from some local youths- however, upon seeing five muscular men in prison garb descending on them and demanding they strip, the teenagers threw down their wallets and scarpered.

Still in uniform, we made our way along the street, looking for somewhere to rest our heads. When Tempo broke into a run, I assumed he had spotted an all-night clothing store, or a hotel, or worse, an Alliance patrol behind us - no, he had spotted a bar. I decided to let him have his fun, and waited by the door for him and the others to sate themselves. When Tautological First Name dragged two inebriated men outside, I followed him out of curiosity - only to arrive in an alleyway and watch in horror as he started to undress one of the drunkards. I refuse to put the rest of the event to paper, but I shall summarise: It ended with both men lying unconsious in the ground, one of them naked.

Throwing caution to the winds, I dart out and across the gauntlet of the open shop floor, firing wildly and forcing my opponents to take cover. Three left.

Once Tempo and the others had finished up in the bar, they rejoined Dave Dave and myself, and we continued our hunt for a room for the night. In theory, we should have been able to make it a bit further along the street, but it seemed Dave Dave was not content with Unwarranted Sodomy being his only crime of the night, and decided to add Grand Theft Auto to the list. When the owner of the car in question emerged, DD, DT and TD fled, leaving myself and my temporarily incontinent friend to mop up, metaphorically speaking.

I am not proud of what followed, but Mr. Barcelona could clearly afford to part with a few credits. And his wallet. And his car. Once he had been introduced to the bottom of a wheeliebin, Tempo and I set off in our new ride to scout the town for a place to sleep. Along the way, Tempo explained that he had arranged a late-night rendevous with the Barkeep, and wanted to pick up some new duds for the occasion. I had decided that Tempo was an alright sort, and decided to help him in this.

The adrenaline pumping through my body dampens the pain of my gunshot wounds. Regardless, I know I can't take much more of this. I hear footsteps running past my cover and without thinking, stand up and pull the trigger. Two left.

Sadly, the department store turned out to be closed. Hoping they'd make an exception for the sake of true love, Tempo decided to knock on the back door. Unfortunately, the man underestimated his strength and annihilated it. Security interpreted this, combined with the gun I was brandishing, to be an armed robbery, and put up a fight. It was too late to double back now, so Tempo and I pushed into the lingerie department and started to hastily look for clothes, phones and tools - we'd pay them back in the morning, naturally. It was then that the guards turned up, and the shooting started.

I slide into cover next to Tempo. He's bleeding badly, but still breathing. I'm in much the same condition. We can hear the thunder of footsteps, the approaching reinforcements - for us or the security, it's impossible to tell.

An array of lacy underthings is torn to shreds above my head by a ricocheting bullet, and other rounds thud into the counter we're ducked behind. It won't last much longer. I slide the clip out my pistol and check it, my hands slick with blood.

One left.

[Minty]

I'm Temporary Parley, and I approve of this message.

[shandris]

I wake up screaming. I had the most horrible dream. In fact it was so vivid, that I decide to recollect it; I am sure that my shrink would love to hear it in every detail.
My dream started in the bed I am lying in now. The alliance police burst in through the door in front of me, and point their guns at me. Next thing I knew, I am convicted of killing my bosses wife.
I briefly conjure her mental image... Her long blonde hair really is one of a kind beautiful. I briefly consider calling her, since she was always good at giving my boss, her husband excuses to leave the house in the middle of the day, but then I decide to finish recollecting the dream.
The trial was very brief. The "evidence" was that I rigged her anti-grav to lift the car off the ground and then crash it. They found the kit with the tools for that under my mattress. The evidence could not appear more planted if they tried to, but it did not matter. The next "evidence" cleared what was happening. It was her phone with messages from me, inviting her to come over, many, many times. Sneak a glance at my boss. He is looking directly at me, with a glance that could mean one of two things: either " I want you dead, I want your wife dead, I want your cat and our dog, dead!" or "I am bored". Since I don't have a wife, I think he is bored.
The trial ends incredibly quickly. Whoever arranged for it has a lot of friends in high places..
I stand up from my bed, and go for a drink. On the way there I admire my library of books. Unfortunately, as I look at it, the hologram disappears, showing barren wall. I really should get it fixed, I think to myself. Meanwhile, I pick up my book reader an scroll through the list of books. I can remember every single one of them now. In fact I remember how in university I used to have many enemies, since instead of studying I used to simply scroll through a book, and attend every other lecture, and yet still ace everything, often by quoting things others forgot existed.
I pass a window and notice a duck on a tree about 100 meters off. I pretend I am holding my trusty rifle, an pretend I shoot it. Satisfied, I keep going to my fridge.
There, I pick up a cauldron of orange juice, and drink most of it. I remember more of my dream. After the trial I found myself on a prison ship. I looked around, and everyone is wearing the same silly orange jumpsuit as me. Next I see a guy in a cell next to me put small something into his ears... However, before I can wonder about it some more, an explosion more powerful then anything I ever experienced before goes off. I get thrown on the floor.
When I get up, I feel quite disorientated for a second. Then , through the ringing sound in my ears I hear the sound of cell doors opening.
At first, I look at the door, praying that it is not open. When I realise that it's open, first I freak out. There is nothing that separates me from those salvages... However, about a second later, I realise that noone is about to walk through that door and rape me.
Relieved, I carefully approach it, and trying not to get undue attention, I look around properly for that first time.
Dirt. People. Confusion. Crates. Crates?
I snap out of my recollection of my dream as I feel cold. The cauldron of orange juice is empty. I feel chilly, so I decide to to go back to bed. On the way there I decide to glacé out of the window once more. The view is still nothing special, just a few crates and an elephant sitting on a tree. I go back to bed.
Where was I In my recollection of the dream? Oh, yes, crates. I walk out my cell and approach them. I see another inmate already working on them. He appears to knew what he is doing, while at the same time he appears not too threatening. I help him, and the only thing we find in the crate are more prison uniforms. He immodestly gets started on a different crate, so I help him with that one too. A lot of tools.
I decide that the best way of protecting myself from crazy raping inmates is a rusty saw I find. By the time I turned around there was nobody there, not even my silent aqueintence. So, I quietly went down the corridor, avoiding a group of inmates in the middle of it. On my left
I saw a console and 4 hatches next to them, that I instantly recognised as escape pods. I, having had a knowledge to hack them I attempted to do so. However, whoever designed the system is a brainless moron. In fact, it was not even worth my time, so I felt it be. Some other guy, whom I shall call call duct tape tried to open the airlocks too. I wished him good luck, and then left to try to find another way out.
On my right I see a group of inmates. They looked like they had military training, so I tried to stay clear of them, at that moment I saw my silent aqeintenence, sneaking somewhere with purpose. I joined him in sneaking, fighting to urge to speak so that I would not alert whoever we are sneaking from.
He looks at me angrily for some reason, and rather then make an enemy, I separate to the right. At that moment I spot the entrance to the shuttle. I quickly realise that I, with some help from more intelligent looking inmates, could use it to escape. At that moment I remembered that guards were entering a code into it, I I tried to find it by carefully dusting the pad, but all I got was a dusty pad. Annoyed. I decided to go further in the ship, seeing how it appeared empty.
When I got to the back of the ship, I saw a large door. Behind it, I heared whispers, that did not seem friendly, so I decided to turn right, since I saw my silent angry aquintenence go there a few moments ago. I followed him, checking every room. Those rooms have a very heavy door.
I open one of them, and the kindest looking gentleman I have met so far. From the way he was tied up, I assumed that he was tied up by other prisoners who were angry at him being so high class. So, I undid 3 straps on his left arm, when I realised that the way he was tied up suggested that he was tied up by guards and not prisoners,and that he was a real criminal. At that point I freaked out, and ran out of the cell. Upon exiting. I quickly decided that running away from the angry whispers is a good idea.
When I heared a roar behind me, I realised it was not. I looked behind me, and I could clearly see a short Chinas man standing next to my angry silent aqueintence. Then, suddenly, the door in front of them swung open. And the biggest freaking man I had ever seen jumped out at them, and attacked the SCM (short Chinese man) in a way that I would think is capable of shattering a bone. However, SCM blocked every single one of his strikes. At this point, I realised that helping them would put me on a good side of them, and SCM and ASA are the people I would rather have as my friends. I ran back as fast as I could, ready to give the most powerful punch of my life. However, at the last step, I tripped on still wet blood, and in completely missed the angry maniac. In fact, to keep balance, I ended up missing the guy in a way that made it look like I hugged the asshole. Way to make me look good.
I once again get up from the bed. Looking around my apartment, I look for anything interesting to do. I once again look out of the window. The crates are gone, but the elephant is still sitting on a tree. At that moment my cleaning bot bumps into me, and says "prosti". I remember the program that I took so many pains in making, that would keep my knowledge of languages sharp. That cleaning bot can speak in as many languages as I can, and chooses one at random.
I answer "ne volnuisa". And go back to my bed.
The SCM helps me up and introduces himself. He tells me that he assembles a fugitive team of rogues and he invited me in. Having so real choice, having seen him just knock out a guy, and somewhat interested in not going to prison for life as an alternative, I agree. I tell him that I "have my way with words". He also invites ASA in, who introduces himself as Carter. It sounds like a girls name, but I keep it private.
I tell them about the shuttle I saw earlier, and tell them that I am sure I can open it. They agree, and then I see the prisoner I just freed going down the hall. Now that he is not chained to the wall, I instantly recognise him as gilligan, a man I remember for having been convicted for a record 178.5 life sentences for killing people and selling their organs. I quickly and quietly explain it to my newfound friends.
They, however,seemed quite unconcerned, so i proceeded to the shuttle. Inside, I find duct tape, Gilligan
And a guy I never saw before. When I asked him his name, he said he was Dave Dave. That was the worst name I ever heared. I though that the guy was eather hated by his parents, or he was bad at make up names. Very.
Next thing I knew, SCM was running on top of a cistern of oil, with karter running behind, persued by the rest of the prisoners.
Then Karter entered spacecraft, in one smooth motion pushes me away from the door, and swiped a keycard to lock the door. A second later, we flew off.

Part one of my recollection of events. Written on iPhone, so spelling is bad.

[shandris]

I look around. The dented oil drum with SCM is in one of the sides of the shuttle. I am approached by duct tape, who tells me that Gilligan is piloting the ship, and that he needs someone with a less noticeable face then his to pretend that everything is ok.
I agree, but then I look down and see that I am still wearing my prison outfit. I point it out to everyone, and ask them to help me change into something less noticeable. Unfortunately, the only thing even closely resembling clothes we found on the ship was a curtain. Duct tape volunteered to turn it into a toga, but by the time I started speaking about how horrible of an idea it is, he was too busy working on it. However, soon he realises that a meter long stick with a stun baton in his right hand is not helping him, so he hands it to Dave Dave. He is immodestly so overcome with joy, that he hugs the stun baton on a stick and calls it Steve.
Mental note to self: his name was not his parent's fault.
In addition, the SCM found a first aid kit, and in it a bottle of "medicinal" whisky. Before I could say "that can be use full if one of us gets shot" however, half the bottle was already gone. Wondering how long will he survive drinking like that, I turn to karter, who has not said anything so far, when I notice that he is wearing a full set of guards uniform. Wondering how could I have ever missed something like that, as well as forcing myself not to wonder who it belonged to before, I ask to borrow it for the upcoming conversation. Reluctantly, he hands his guard helmet. With a transparent front. "Load of good you are, "I think to myself, but before I can speak up and get myself killed, the communication device in the cabin lights up. Suddenly I am overcome with fear, and because of that I don't remember much of the following conversation.
I snap out of the recollection of the dream, and look at the clock...
4:44
4:43
4:42
It's late I think to myself, and yet now I feel more rested then I was to begin with. I decide to walk around my apartment. Not having anything to do, I decide to go into every room. Living room, bathroom, room with a Reaver killing my mother before being shot in the head by my other dad hugging my other mom. However, something big moving outside the window attracts my attention.
Oh... It's just the elephant getting bored with sitting on a tree flying off. For a moment, I wonder how can it fly around by flapping those tiny ears, but rather I just go back to bed, and continue with recollection of my dream.
We land the shuttle, with the intention of never returning to it again. Outside, we find a group of teens, smoking something, clearly up to no good. The next thing I knew, however, is that SCM approaches them, followed closely by Dave Dave, and a few seconds later they drop their wallets on the ground, and run away. I could swear I can see one of them soiling himself too.
Mental note to self:" SCM is an angry sob"
SCM calmly picks up the wallets, and heads off. I catch up to him and try to initiate a conversation about what are we going to do next. Then, I realise that he is too drunk to understand what's happening. Damn.
Soon afterward, we come across a bar. Despite my protests, we enter it. First, I choke on the smell of cheap alcohol, and things I don't want to identify, but alas, it's too late.
Puke
Blood
Sweat
Utterly disgusted, it takes all my willpower not to throw up. Looking around, I see the sources of those smells. Ugh
I see my "sigh" companions all going around as if they have done it many time. For a moment, I consider if "as if" is a right word to choose, since as far as I knew, all of them could have prison escape as a hobby.
Suddenly, I notice that bartender is a women. I say " what does a girl as pretty as you doing in a place like this?" in French. Next thing I knew, I am punched in the side of the face, and am flying fast at the puke covered floor. Today is a bad day, I remember myself thinking. For next few seconds, I try not to move, hoping the beating will stop.
It did, and SCM helped me up, apologising for punching me. I reply that its ok, thinking to myself that if I get my hands on a rifle, I too shall miss and hit him "acedently" hit him.
Sure enough, that bitch get impressed enough with SCM to agree to meet him at 2 am. Ugh
After that, we finally leave the bar. I find Dave Dave wearing the same clothes as a few drunks in the corner were wearing when we entered the bar. I decide that I don't want to knew.
We walk down the street and come across a very high class car. The same one as the one Angela, my bosses wife, crashed in.
Duct tape manages to open it, and SCM and karter say that they will use it, and that we are better off finding a different car. Knowing that it's not a good idea to cross each one of them individually, and much less both of them, I voice no protest. Suddenly, a window above us opens and some man with an itillian accent screams:" get outta here!" and , when he notices that we have opened his car, he screams:" what the hella you doing! I'll show you!"
At that point, I start running away. About 3 minutes later I hear some action happening behind me, and I dare to look there. They guy who was just screaming at us was now head first in a bin, curtesy of SCM, I assume. At that point duct tape catches us to me, and suggests that he can break into a different car.
Mental note to self:" when you are that deep in shit, an extra bucket-full does not matter."
At that point Dave Dave catches up to us, holding s briefcase ,so we steal a family type car. Some other guy runs out of his house shaking his fist at us. But we drove off.
A few minutes later, we saw SCM next to a large store, and we decided to pull up next to him. However, by the time we stopped, we already went into a narrow, 500 meters long alley. Instead of following him, however, we decide to stay at the front entrance. A dew minutes later, we heated loud "pou" noise, as if someone was hitting a large hollow metal structure with a tough metal stick. After that, we saw a flashlight of one of the, what I assumed was the guard, dissapear. A few seconds later we heard a gunshot., and at that point duct tape asked me to open the front door. When asked him how the he'll was I supposed to do that with Mu bare hands, he handed me buts of wire. Wow. He has got to be kidding me. Using freaking wire bits as lockpicks?!?!
Well, it is technically possible... Hell, I bet I am good enough to do it!
Few seconds later, I opened the door. I have no idea how I did it, but then, a moment later I heard more shots fired. At that point i realised that my colleagues in crime are probably having a firefight with the guards. So, I ran to help them.
However, 5 minutes into running, it fell silent. I realises that wearing orange jumpsuit was not a good idea right now, so I decided that eather we won, and then there is no hurry, or we lost, and the. Me running in orange would make a great target practice for the guards. So, I decide to change right there in the middle of women section.

When I am done, I hear the voice of my colleagues near me, and after alerting then to my presence with "don't shoot!" I meet up with them. They were already busy looting the store, however, at that moment i noticed that there was a crashed police recording device. After taking a closer look, I realised that it still had it's memory device intact. So, I decided to take it to dispose of it later.
When I was done, others have also done their looting for clothing. At that moment a power went out, and as I knew from police holovids, this is the first step before assaulting. So, I highly suggested that we should leave. Fast. Others agreed. Their red car was parked next to the exit, however, it turned out that it was out of gas. therefore, we quickly retreated down the dark alley, and a few minutes later we came across a motel. At least it claimed to be one. I however though a "shithole" is a far more appropriate name. However, since SCM and Karter were wounded from firefight, we had no choice but to fall rent two rooms. As soon as I came to the room, I could not help but fall on the bed and go to sleep within seconds. Then I ended up here. But that means that this is a...

I open my eyes and look to my left. Duct tape just finished handcuffing me to the bed. Oh, shit.

[kerl]

And that's what happens if you don't volunteer to take watch.
At least we let you out.

Daniel "Duct Tape" Delorney.

[aturin]

Whats this people, you fed up of getting plot points? Or you just ashamed of what you plan to do to a man and his family? See you tonight at 6, be prepared for a xmas themed game

[aturin]

p.s anyone gets there early you will be rewarded

[aturin]

when will people be back and ready to play?

[aturin]

We will begin again on 20th normal place and time, i almost feel sorry for you, facing what i have planned.