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

Fronda was blasted back, and smashed a tree in the process. And then she got up, furious. The emotion quickly faded as the words CPU REBOOT INITIATED was fabricated across her field of vision.
Tau-6: ONLINE.

A-II: What's going on the-- Never mind.

"Uh, are you okay?" Milena knew that Fronda had killed two Merges earlier, but...

"Reboot successful. Retrieving autosaved data... Retrieved. Targets acquired. Engaging." Fronda charged Milena with a Leaf Blade.

"Wait, can't we talk this out?"

...So I was thinking. Maybe we could call this the Mystery Porygon Theater 3000?
INITIATING TUMBLEWEED.EXE.
Seriously? I think it's the best idea I've ever had!
Well, when its competition is installing a diceroller in our collective brains...
You were behind it at the time! You said "Sounds like a funny joke!"
THIS IS NO LONGER A JOKE!
SHH! We're live! Hello folks and welcome to Mystery Porygon Theater 3000 - HEY - shut up 2. So Sander here has just introduced himself to a god in a mirror. Is she even there anymore? Why are we talking to a mirror? Sander seeks the answers to these questions as in a rare moment of congnizant thought he psychically taps the mirror a few times and repeats his question. Maybe this time he'll be more poli- ha ha ha who am I kidding.

"Who are you?" Yep, there we go. Why do any of us even bother?

(If Milena's on the 'bad' side, somebody tell me and then ignore the events of this post...)

Laura saw the Leaf Blade going at Milena and she countered with a Shadow Ball of normal size and strength (therefore it was bigger than her).
I never imagined I would use an attack bigger than me!

Asilla went to find Ozias and the others.

Fronda frowned at Milena. "Negative. Mission objectives state that we must annihilate as many of you as possible." The calmness of her tone was somewhat comical when compared to the increasingly violent swings of the Leaf Blade.

Fronda sliced the attack in two, causing an explosion which, once again, launched her backwards.
WARNING: HIT POINTS DECREASED BY 15%. ENHANCING STAT LIMIT. Tau-6 then leapt high into the air and used Leaf Blade like a lance as she fell, preparing to run Laura through.
TARGET ACQUIRED. CALCULATING HIT CHANCE... 86% CHANCE. TARGET LOCKED.

OOC: I have a plan, but it requires all pro-human Merges to die at the end. Don't worry, though. My plan will allow you all to redo things that you felt you messed up on.

"Wait! You were ordered to kill us, but what's in it for you, and you specifically?"

Asilla gave up, and went down to Lab 1. "Now I wanna talk to that Emily girl and apologize." she said to herself, hoping she would be safe in the lab.

Gregor popped up from the ground to see Fronda attempting to hit Milena with leaf blade. "I wonder if I should help her," he pondered.

"Mission parameters must be fulfilled," the unit answered flatly, this time trying a shower of Energy Balls.

OOC: My brain has conjured up an immense amount of stuff for the new RP. We shall wrap this up this weekend. Remember, the good guys must all die!

The Energy Balls blasted holes through Milena, with an immense amount of luminescent blood pouring out.

OOC: So should we start killing them off

Gregor watched in horror as Milena gushed blood from wounds caused by energy balls.

OOC: Looking forward to the new RP. Dunno how Sander will peace out, but he can't really be classified as a good guy or alive to be killed so he'll probably just wander off into the sunset. His appearance in this chapter of the RP was completely pointless, but that's pretty much Sander's MO.

So Sander was getting a little annoyed. Not really grasping what he was doing and totally despite what we were telling him-
"Narrator change program has encountered an error and needs to shut down."

Sander finally got those bloody Porygons to shut up and turned his attention to the mirror. With a flex of psychic power, he exploded a tree behind him, sending deadly shards of wood flying in all directions, the little murder-toothpicks scything out across the mansion grounds. The mirror gets fixed with six of them and shatters, the shards flying straight through the nonexistent Sander.

He paused, confused, his psychic power firing off randomly as tree after tree exploded into lethal shrapnel around the mansion. He wondered idly if he should warn anyone, but the dice started rolling as soon as he tried to put his mind to something. Round and around they went, swirling, turning, spinning before the last π-sided die hit the virtual ground. His eyes opened. He was resolute. He was steadfast. He knew what to do with his life.

"THIS MANSION SHALL BE FILLED WITH KIWIS."