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*outside the doors of the security office a small crowd begins to gather. It is a small crowd, only 10 or 15 people. There is something wrong with this crowd however, as is members all appear to be various states of decay. A whispering is heard...it is one word, repeated over and over.......
"Shenu"*
-------------------- Through the sands of time an ancient evil unleashed I come to end it its path of destruction
From: undisclosed | Registered: Apr 2007
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This is Cobalt Kid. All Security Officers are to proceed to the de-contamination units. Not the 'De-damnation' units.
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<arrives>
So, what in the world is this...
<magnetically seals undead magnetically>
Sheenu? Why do I recognize that name? And knowing how delicious sentients find me, should I be worried that my brain is a possible appetizer du jour around here...?
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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One bite and you'll be infected! An undead Lard Knight servant of Sheenu! We don't want that--whatever the heck it means.
I'm calling off all Security Officers. This is a job for the LMB proper...
***Deddy, Miner, anyone on Monitor Duty--help needed at the Security Office STAT***
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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< A doorframe nearby begins to glow, energy crackling around the edges. Suddenly, the door disappears and a portal opens. Spellbinder, the Crusader, Maxx the Sorcerer and Bob the Cat step through, and the portal closes behind them >
Spellbinder: Cobie! What's going... EWWWWW!
< Raising a slim arm, Crujectra forms a wall of telekinetic force between herself and the undead >
Bob the Cat: Ahhh, the Security Office. Come smell the excitement. Too bad Piddlin' Pup isn't here. He'd enjoy rolling around all over them.
-------------------- Some people are like slinkys: not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when you knock them down a flight of stairs
From: Penthouse atop Levitz Hall, LMBP Plaza, Embassy Row, Legion World | Registered: Jul 2003
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You had to figure that with so many horror buffs in the LMB, and undead invasion would happen sooner or later...
<moves next to Crujeckie, blasts back zombies>
I've got your back Crujeckie...of course, I'd prefer your front, but maybe now isn't the time...
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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< Bob the Cat casts a whithering glare at Caliente's ankles >
Bob the Cat: Smooth move, Matchstick. Roasted carrion smells so much better than raw.
< Taps into Legion World's ambient mystical energy.
Suddenly, huge leis of exotic flowers appear around the zombies' necks >
Bob the Cat: That's a little better. I just hope my hay fever doesn't act up...
-------------------- Some people are like slinkys: not really good for anything, but they bring a smile to your face when you knock them down a flight of stairs
From: Penthouse atop Levitz Hall, LMBP Plaza, Embassy Row, Legion World | Registered: Jul 2003
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