h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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[Marshal] Shouldn't someone be filling in the title? Or at least draw the gallows...

Yeah , This sounds great . I am Ryu t lord of the light dragons . I have the power to link with fellow gamers to turn into AGNI the light dragon !!!!!!!!!! Can i play??????????

the sounds of sawing and hammering cease. Recrash pokes his head over a new partition. He's got a hammer and both are covered in sawdust. He brings up a coil of thick rope and throws it down.

"Just adjust it to your size, bo."

[Marshal] Woah! Less caffine in the morning please, son. We like our operatives under control...
*There is a crash from outside, a metallic rolling sound, and Pestilence sprints past, chasing a metal keg.*
[Pestilence] Come back Beer!!!!!
[Marshal] ... Welcome aboard.

*Klaxons begin to wail. Carnage ensues outside the classroom. Marshal dives behind the door, and arms his pistol. He waits, silently, for any sign of hostiles entering the room...*

"Running running running.."
"OOH! AH!"

"Ooh, a beer keg! I'll need this!"

*more running footsteps*
Waaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh!!! Get da fungus beer ladz!!!
*all eyes follow 10 strong mob of Orks rush past the door, one falls on his face and gets trodden on, clambours through the door.*
Sorry bout dis ladz... *runs off quickly*


*CRASH!!*
AAARRRRGGG!!! Wat da...?? *CRUMP*

[Marshal] Grishnak! Good to see you! Listen, We've got enemy all over here! Get to Balcony B-15 fast! (F84447?thread=219897)

*In walks a slightly smaller than average human with a long beard and shabby clothes on*


Name: Kran aka Kran The Ugly
Age: 34
Race: Human (probably)
Gender: M
WoC: Blade weapons

This may not be the best moment, but can i join?

[Marshal] Kran!? Great! We need the manpower! C'mere!
*Marshal sits him down at a table. A map of the base is laid out there.*
[Marshal] Okay, I'll fill you in. Our Temple (this base) is under attack, and we need to repel invaders fast! I'm holding here. Pestilence should be up on Balcony B-15. Recrash is in the Training Arena. Kron's in the Chapel, along with our Ammo. Don't know about anyone else, though... Listen, can you find a guy named "Fester" for me? I think he's in the Hanger (F84447?thread=168052&latest=1) but I'm not sure... He definately isn't in his Office... Anyway. Can you do that for me? Oh, and take this...
*Marshal hands Kran a VIPER 75. It is a small, caseless pistol; the type carried by all Cadets.*
[Marshal] You're a Cadet until you prove your skill in battle... which I'm sure won't take long, all things considered...
*Marshal turns at the sound of footsteps, and blows a Voja's face out.*
[Marshal] Go! If you want info on what we're fighting, go to the Assassorium! You have my permission to be there!

*looks at the gun* ok, ill will i send him up here when i find him?

*hears more gun shots and just runs off to find fester*

[Marshal] *To himself* Good luck, Kran...

*runs in out of breath*

*pants* hanger.... pestilence.... raven.... bad.... need help....

[Marshal] What? Damn... c'mon! Let's go!
*Marshal drags the complaining Kran outside. They're both moving at full sprint, yet Marshal is still accelerating. Within a moment, he's moving to fast to follow, leaving Kran behind, gulping for air...*

Out the door - Miseri walks past wheeling a gore-dripping meat cart. A case of Fungus Beer is lying propped up in one corpse's arms, sloshing.

*Marshal wanders in, wearing a crisp, grey ninja uniform with a Red belt. He looks around at the sound of Miseri walking past.*
[Marshal] Hey! Is someone there!? *Draws his pistol to make sure...*

Marshall follows the trail of newly splattered dead blood and fat globules down a long hall. It turns once to the right, and then to the left. This is an old part of the base. The concrete is moist, cracked, and cold. Dim light bulbs on ragged cords provide illumination. It begins to get colder as he walks, and Marshal brings his gun up from standard walk to at-ready, pointed before him. He comes to the end of the hall, to a set of double doors that still swing.

*Walks in, muttering*

better do this sometime...

Name: Mystrunner
Age: 26
Race: Half-Elven
Gender: M
WoC: Throwing Knives, Boot Knives, Conceald Knives, Etc.