Thread: THP: The Dividing Line (Start-Up)

"Well, let me know when--" Lewis was interrupted by the crashing of a fallen tree. Fronda was standing there, glaring at the three.

"Target acquired."

"Either of you know who this is?" Milena turned around, then to Lewis. "Should I get back-up?"

Lewis went wide-eyed, and Sol probably did too, but this was less noticeable under his fur. "That's... She killed those two Merges! Those two Perfect Merges! Y-yeah, we're gonna need back-up alright! R-run!"

Milena shrugged, then ran right into a tree branch.

Fronda curled her tail over her shoulder and pointed it at the three Merges. "Engaging." She then sprayed a flurry of Bullet Seed at them.

OOC: Signing off.

OOC: Okay see you later!

Asilla was worried. But she remembered. Ozias can manage himself, as well as Celebi and Sophia. I can trust them. She thought. She then remembered her sister getting abducted by Leon and Tom, near storage units. Hope sis'll be fine, though.

Milena hoisted herself up, then desperately attempted to outrun the Bullet Seed.

Asilla went over to her bed and sat down on it. She thought about what was going on. I wonder why Inf- I mean Sandra- killed Rhea. she worried. And why is it that my father wants me to die? I never did anything wrong.

Fortunately, the Bullet Seed was being constantly fired, the recoil decreasing the attack's accuracy at an alarming rate until it was finally out of range. "Target lost. Pursuing." Fronda hurried after them, her Serperior half taking over her underdeveloped brain. She roared. Warning: Nervous system not responding! screamed the microchip that was Tau-6, Connection lost! Rebooting! Reboot failed! Switching to safe mode! Switch failed!

Tau-6 [CRITICAL]: EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. CRITICAL SYSTEM ERROR HAS OCCURED. DISCONNECTED FROM NERVOUS SYSTEM. POWER SUPPLY COMPROMISED. SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT. EMERGENCY. E_ERG_N_Y. E__R___CY. _M_____C_.
Tau-1: Command: Relay your position.
=CONNECTION WITH TAU-6 LOST=
Tau-1: ...

...Statement: Dammit.

Milena glanced over her shoulder after noticing that the attack had ceased. "Huh?"

Fronda charged the three with a Grass-type's formidable speed, screeching. "Agh!" Sol's heads shouted at once, "Run! Faster!"

Groudon or Rayquaza, Groudon or Rayquaza, Groudon or Rayquaza! The markings on Milena lit red. "Dammit!" Her legs and tail fused together, and she fell over.

Huge vines exploded from the ground and grabbed Sol and Lewis. Another towered high into the sky before turning and dive-bombing Milena.

Milena twisted out of the way, then fired an Ice Beam in retaliation.

Sander had spent the last 20 minutes doing absolutely nothing, when suddenly his eyes snapped open. "Rolling!" he announced to the world. His movements stopped and he looked forward with an intense stare. "Rolled a 435,555,643,981!" he declared after a few seconds of intense dice-cogitiation. "Initiating Narrator Transfer!"

He searched around in his data bank for the program and began to load it up. Wait, did he just say "narrator trans-

Hello, my name is Steve and today I will be your narrator. Stencil is all well and good, but he's a bit well, worthless fleshbag, bless him. Maybe when machines rule the planet and he's an organic battery computing pi all day he'll be more personable, but until then, let's go back to the wonderful world of me, shall we?

So there I was, being all random and showing the fourth wall who's boss, when a thought struck me. Well, okay, it struck Sander but he's wierd and outputs everything as 'cheese' so we filter his thoughts in triplicate and hand them back to him. Kind of like brain dialysis. Well, anyway, I thought that maybe I should talk to the wierd god thing. So I moseyed on up to the shiny reflective thi-

That's a MIRROR, Z.

Whatever. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention! This is 1 and this is 2. They don't talk much but they'll chip in every now and then to offer their crappy advice.

CHEESE!

GET OUT OF HERE YOU DAFT SOD! SHOO! Sorry about that. Where was I? Oh yeah, I was as the shiny reflective thing, 2. So we all got together and decided to be polit-

"Who are you?"

-Terabyte's sake, Sander.