Goonhub
10-09-2015, 06:15 AM
Okay, So this was a short round, but HOLY SHIT THE ROBUSTNESS IS ENOUGH TO MAKE A CLOWN TURN INTO A WENDIGO.
So, Round starts, and I do a relatively new gimmick for me; I start a clown-run trading post called "The Fart Hut", as Farty the Clown. The HoS comes, sees I am offering my own stuff, and knicks a whole bunch of stuff for me to stock. Including the Detective's Revolver.
So everything is going slow, so I start listing off the merchandise. In comes the detective, mad as hell, demanding where his revolver was. I ignore him, as the captain was buying my candy corn. So he pulls out a riot launcher and lands a direct hit with a smoke grenade.
So here's Farty, in the midst of a smoke cloud, honking and trying to do business as smoke burns his throat and eyes. After visibility is restored, I realized that I had a chunk of metal that wasn't supposed to be there. Trusting the captain to the shop (He's the top dog of the station, who wouldn't?), I go to medbay. As soon as I get to the door, a person off-screen waves at me. Before I can type "Good to see you too Doctor!" An RPG speeds to the door to greet me with a big old explodey hug!
After a rather messy result of sucking face with a flying explosive, the assailant declares my death over the radio. Wails of loss rack the station and overload the EQ levels of the radio speakers. Then came a sound. A quiet, rapid sound; The HoS, Clark Clarkson, had a wrath instilled within him. A rage so powerful it would make Khorne beam with pride.
Clark Clarkson charges the RPG-wielding Commie, opening up can of ass-flattening taser blast. Before the syndie falls, he foolishly activated his Cyalume Saber, and dropped it when the stun bolt hit him. The enraged HoS sees this, and tears into the bastard with it. The Syndicate Leader, Hearing the noise, comes running to his ally's aid, only to eat a laser burst. He too is carved like a Black Forest Ham on thanksgiving, ending the Syndicate Rampage before it even took a single (important) crewmember.
So, Round starts, and I do a relatively new gimmick for me; I start a clown-run trading post called "The Fart Hut", as Farty the Clown. The HoS comes, sees I am offering my own stuff, and knicks a whole bunch of stuff for me to stock. Including the Detective's Revolver.
So everything is going slow, so I start listing off the merchandise. In comes the detective, mad as hell, demanding where his revolver was. I ignore him, as the captain was buying my candy corn. So he pulls out a riot launcher and lands a direct hit with a smoke grenade.
So here's Farty, in the midst of a smoke cloud, honking and trying to do business as smoke burns his throat and eyes. After visibility is restored, I realized that I had a chunk of metal that wasn't supposed to be there. Trusting the captain to the shop (He's the top dog of the station, who wouldn't?), I go to medbay. As soon as I get to the door, a person off-screen waves at me. Before I can type "Good to see you too Doctor!" An RPG speeds to the door to greet me with a big old explodey hug!
After a rather messy result of sucking face with a flying explosive, the assailant declares my death over the radio. Wails of loss rack the station and overload the EQ levels of the radio speakers. Then came a sound. A quiet, rapid sound; The HoS, Clark Clarkson, had a wrath instilled within him. A rage so powerful it would make Khorne beam with pride.
Clark Clarkson charges the RPG-wielding Commie, opening up can of ass-flattening taser blast. Before the syndie falls, he foolishly activated his Cyalume Saber, and dropped it when the stun bolt hit him. The enraged HoS sees this, and tears into the bastard with it. The Syndicate Leader, Hearing the noise, comes running to his ally's aid, only to eat a laser burst. He too is carved like a Black Forest Ham on thanksgiving, ending the Syndicate Rampage before it even took a single (important) crewmember.