The Matrix
This group is specifically created for any type of Role Play session that you can think of, and there are no bars (except for inappropriate RP). Our members have creative thoughts, and big ideas. Just hang back, relax, think big, have fun!
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updated 9 years, 5 months ago
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*follows after Dipstick* What’s our plan?
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A figure, 7ft tall, in padded black fur and leather armour, had been watching the whole scene*
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“We run in, hit hard!” Dipstick replies as they enter the large clearing and he notices his motorcycle still sitting on the road, “Bingo!” He dashes over to it, and jumps onto it, starting the engine.
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*sees him jump on a strange thing of metal and points the gun at it* isn’t that one of those things?
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He raises up both hands to deny her, “No-no-no!” He shouts with fear of her hurting his only vehicle, “It’s a friendly! Friendly!”
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*growls then gets on behind him* What is this and what am i supposed to hold on to?
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“Me!” He laughs and shifts gears without warning, driving after the caravan.
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*squeaks and grabs onto his waist tightly*
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As you drive into the field, you start to see a cloud of smoke in the distance, its being trailed behind the Doc and his wagon train.
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Come on Dipstick make it go faster *yells over the wind*
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Dipstick laughs as he hears her demands for more speed, “Faster!?” He suddenly pulls a second lever, “This thing goes WAY more than faster!” The engine suddenly changes into a new gear and the nitro initiates, spurting flames out from the two mufflers, “This might not be the best idea..” He mumbles to himself as they start catching up to the Doc through the smoke.
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*screams and holds on tighter closing my eyes*
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Looking behind him the Doc sneers with a distasteful face at the fast approaching duo.
“MD345! MD346! Get on the battle organ! Play them ‘Symphony of Cannons’ in G-major!”
A carnival organ pointed towards your general direction slowly rises up from one of the wagons, being piloted by one Mannequin on the keyboard and another turning a crank. The Mannequin starts playing a laud and fast tune, its deafening to the ear. Fast moving projectiles come out of the organs blast pipes with each key press, its vectors coming in your direction! -
“WHOO!!!” Dipstick shouts, using evasive maneuvers to dodge the projectiles, and presses a button, unfolding a pair of SMGs out of the sides of his motorcycle, “Let’s dance!” He fires immediately, hitting each projectile coming their way.
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The cannon balls are deflected away from your trajectory due to the barrage of bullets, but the Mannequins don’t let up on their performance and continue playing.