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>>Enter other room
The two debate entering the other room, fear and curiosity wrestling within their heads. Still, if anything was in there that would help them figure out what was happening, they had to check...
A quick game of rock paper scissors later...
"Ok you win, you go first."
"Hell no! You LOSE, you got first!"
"Oh come on!... fine."
The gunk was viscous and faintly warm between her fingers as Whiskers slunk through the hole in the doorway. She nearly gagged when lifting her hand to see it coated red. There was no mistaking anymore that this was blood, and a LOT of it.
"Come on in, there's room."
Whiskers called back to Error, who began crawling through as well. The room looked like it would be identical to the one they woke up in, save for the fact that it was literally falling apart. Whiskers saw that there was an alarming amount of blood spread across the room, doubting anyone or anything could bleed that much and still be alive.
One of the revival chambers in this room has had part of the ceiling collapse upon it, damaging it beyond use, though it appears to have been vacant, as no body can be seen under the bloody rubble. The other less damaged one however is closed with that red beacon atop it. Another console flickers with static nearby. -
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>Knock on the undamaged with the trademark "Shave and a Haircut" bit.
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Try to activate Lights/Disco
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>>>Knock on the undamaged with the trademark "Shave and a Haircut" bit.
Whiskers walks up to the semi-intact casket. She checks the small view window to see if anyone was inside. Unfortunately there's an unsettling smear of blood across the one way glass. Error approaches the console on the wall as Whiskers attempts to knock on the chamber door.
tak takka tak tak!
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...nothing. If there IS someone in there, they could be unconscious... or...
(Console next pic)
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>>Slowly venture through the door with hook at the ready.
Whiskers and Error cautiously approach the door, Whiskers in front with the metallic tool held in front of her. With a deep breath... they slowly cross the threshold...
"........."
"...NYAAAAAARRRGHAGHAGH!!!"
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Looking about from the floor they so stealthily dove upon, the duo find themselves in a DARK STANKY HALLWAY. A dull flickering light is affixed to the ceiling, providing limited visibility and showing off this game's lighting engine like nobody's business. A sign above the door they just leapt through reads [9-10]. Another door can barely be seen down the hallway, the hallway itself turning a corner to regions unknown.
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>>Check sign above door down the hallway.
After pulling themselves up and dusting off. They both tiptoe down the hall a little ways. Upon getting within a few yards of the other door, the flickering light vaguely shows the sign.
[11-12]
The door however, appears to be broken, fallen diagonally across the entrance way, with a stinky pool of red gunk oozing out from within the room... In fact, Error tells Whiskers after tapping her on the shoulder and pointing to their feet, there's red crap all over this stanky hallway. -
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>>See if you can pry the door ajar slightly.
The door is lying diagonally across the entrance, but there is a triangular opening on the bottom left large enough to crawl through one at a time. There's that puddle of gunk you'd have to get through though...
>>Check if the scent is heavier here than outside the other door.
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>Shove Error in there. He has the noseplugs afterall! And the red won't show up too much on his fur!
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drawing tomorrow. -
this one time, windslash sucks, true story I was there man
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Fine, I'll start being an ass to Whiskers.
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Awesome. Let's continue~
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closely examine the floor for footprints and the like.
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>>Obtain Ye Flask and card.
Whiskers swiftly reclaims the metallic tool, Error appears satisfied with his solution. Whiskers gathers the objects upon the pedestal, a clear pale green liquid that doesn't smell very fresh with a faint smokey texture swirling about within, and a small ID card with the picture and information scratched off of it. The magnetic band on the back is still intact however.
Whiskers now carries the crude metallic tool, the strange medicine, and the damaged ID card. Error checks his fabulous neckfloof for his own inventory, finding a bit of trusty candy corn and an unopened "His Pleasure" condom. Error wonders WWPHD with such an item... then realizes PH doesn't use them... he stuffs it back in his floof.
As Whiskers rejoins Error, the door to the side lets out a garbled beep and begins to slide open, apparently reacting to the ID card. An odd smell begins to waft from beyond the doorway... -
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Error: tightly secure candy corn in FABULOUS NECKFLOOF. You cannot afford to loose them.
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>Make sure Error does not use the condom yet.
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>>Make sure Error doesn't use the condom
Error follows his WWPHD idea and vows to never use the condom... it's all bareback for him!
>>Investigate smells, test strange medicine.
The medicine smells mildly unpleasant, only to the point that it is reminiscent of sneaking disgusting medicine into some punch, a sort of plasticy fruity smell. The stank wafting in from the door, however, is outright repulsive, rotten and rusty.
Whiskers offers Error a sip of the strange medicine. He politely declines, not feeling very thirsty. Though she isn't thirsty either, Whiskers decides to test the junk herself... She shuts her eyes and takes a small sip, instantly gagging as her eyes tear up. It tastes like a hospital! Beyond the taste, there is a faint tingling down her throat and in the pit of her stomach now...
>>Candy corn noseplugs.
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I am thoroughly enjoying this Whiskers. Good job :D
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Whiskers enters the last command available on the console. The computer beeps and displays the message "Producing medication laced drink..." a sudden buzzing and chugging in the opposite corner of the room. A small platform rises out of the floor with a flask of strange liquid resting upon it. A small card of some sort seems to have been placed underneath the flask.
>>Error: Attempts to work with the computer by hitting it repeatedly with the hooked metal tool.
Error joins Whiskers at the console again "Wait I think I have an idea."
"Eh? What did you have in m-"
WHAM! WHAM! CRACK! KZZRT!!
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Prevent the inevitable fire by dumping the flask over the terminal! QUICKLY!
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Obtain Ye Flask and Examine the card
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Think to yourself, "WWPHD?"
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>>Error: My... head hurts.
Error clutches his head as Whiskers helps him out of the box.
"Mine does too."
"Where exactly are we? What happened? I can't remember"
"Me neither. We've apparently been out for a while... But we're awake now, and I'm pretty certain we should-"
>>Activate disco and get down!
MCH MCH MCH MCH BOOM CHICKA BOW WOW!
"-get the hell out of here. I found some kinda console but I can't do much with it, could you look around for anything we can use? You can take this metal thing I found." Whiskers hands Error the hooked metal tool as he explores the room. Unfortunately there's nothing other than a strange circular hatch in the corner.
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Attempt to "Get Ye Flask" again
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I just realized my life sucks. I need more random disco sessions.
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Fight the Dairy Farmer
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Press all buttons at once.
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> Attempts to work with the computer by hitting it repeatedly with the hooked metal tool :duh:
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Turn the camera view...thing around to see the door in front of you.
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>>continued...
As the timer reaches 0, Whiskers leans over the chamber in worry. The corners make that same hiss of air as the lid unlocks, slowly beginning to lift off. With a sudden groan from within, the lid is grabbed and lifted quickly, smacking Whiskers in the face as Error sits up in confusion.
Whiskers lifts her bruised face and greets her awakened friend, who shrieks in surprise at her appearance.
"Morning, sunshine..."
"GAH!!!....Whiskers?" -
hug To- um, I mean Error
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I saw it coming.
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I bet you did.
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No I didn't :(
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Deactivate lights, Activate Disco and get down!
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my head hurts
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She first decides to turn on the lights, since this skulking around in the dark is kind of annoying. The light on the ceiling slowly hums to life, taking a while to fully light the room as it charges up.
She then asks for the status of whoever subject 10 is...
"Subject 10, second acquisition. Initial status: Mortally wounded upon acquisition. Subject 10, Error, placed in revival chamber.
Recent status: Tissue regenerated. Awaiting activation..."
Error!? Whiskers pulls a double-take at the screen, then quickly puts in the command to revive him.
"Initiating revival of subject 10, Error. Time left: 30 seconds..."
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Tell them a black wind blows through them, and all their weapons have dropped to level 1.
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Whiskers is currently holding the small metallic hooked object she found in her own box. It could be used as a crude tool with various uses... Hopefully Whiskers is in touch with her inner MacGuyver. The only other thing she has is her lucky collar, she's had it for as long as she can remember.
>>Look around until you find something useful.
She sighs to herself, thinking she better get started in figuring out what's going on and how to get out. Looking around the room reveals a small metal bin in the corner, a heavy metallic door to the west, and a dimly glowing console on the north wall with quite a bit of text scrawled across it.
Upon reading through it, a faint chill runs up her spine... She didn't just wake up, someone WOKE her up... and they were here just minutes ago!
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Get Ye Flask
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>>screen resolution
.....what?
>>Check who the fuck is subject 9 and who the other 8 subjects are.
"Information on failed experiments classified." this pops up if she types in anything numbered under her own apparent subject number. Asking about herself, Subject 9, yields this:
"Subject 9, Whiskers. First acquisition.
Initial status: Healthy, shows unusual potential.
Recent status: Successful treatment, infection remains."
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Hack into porn files
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What's our location? D8
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Masshu: Run to the red light and find out it's the Terminator.
Whiskers climbs out of her box and steps over to the red light. There is another chamber here, and there's a window inside. The dim red light on the outside of the box very faintly illuminates a figure within... though they appear unconscious. There are no obvious signs of how to open the metal container from the outside... -
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Check inventory
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Call Gordon Freeman. He knows what to do.
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Shiny red light D:
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Dance the night away. :D
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Oh lawld. Wonder why that's built in 9.9
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Sonix: uh... press the purple button
After calming herself down a bit, Whiskers decides to fiddle with the buttons on the wall. Her first choice, the rectangular purple one, lets out another high pitch beep. The lid of the box opens with a strange hiss of rushing air, also the small metallic device which seemed to have been wedged into the corner of the lid slips free and falls onto Whiskers' stomach, taking it with her.
She sits up and takes a deep gasp of fresher air, glad to be free of her confines... oh wait... The light from within the box dimly illuminates part of the room she is in, which appears eerily blank. She can make out a dim green glow from the wall, and a tiny piercing red light coming from across the room.
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Use your laser eye beams on the dimly glowing red button, then drill your fist into the heavens.
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Run to the red light and find out it's the Terminator. Ffffffffuck. D:
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Hmm I see a control pad over there o.O
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Windslash: Break out of dat shit.
"GOD DAMNIT NO!! LET ME OUT!!"
Whiskers flails and struggles in a sudden panic, bashing her scribbly fists against the sides of the box (FOR THE EMPEROR!!!), but to no avail. The damn thing must be made out of metal or something! Her shouts only echo shallowly within the tiny chamber.
Meanwhile those weird shapes on the wall appear to light up. Maybe they will do something to help?
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shlick furiously.
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hug Pyramid Head.
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Press the Red button!
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No! Never push the red button! D:
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Radial: Shlick furiously.
This is hardly the time for masturbation, not to mention she's rather agitated at being trapped... maybe later.
PH: Hug Pyramid Head.
Pyramid Head isn't here, she doesn't know where he is, or herself for that matter... There must be a way out of this thing!
Sonix: Press the red button!
It doesn't seem to do anything, Whisk assumes it's simply the "on" switch for the oddly sourceless light in this box. Maybe one of the others.
EDIT: (big enough action = new picture, but certain actions will only grant a description as has just happened.)
EDITEDIT: (oh also, Rubyquest vets are encouraged to help with the jokes by using references to original silly commands, as Radial did. ;3!!!) -
uh... Press the Purple Button, then
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*Head tilt* This is getting somewhere. O.O
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"Thhh... ow ow... what... what the hell? Where am I? God, my head..."
*shuffle THUMP*
"Ow! Damnit! Where's the damn light switch? Is this it?"
*Boop! VVvvvmmmmm!*
"..."
"...oh fuck no."
WELCOME TO WHISKQUEST!!! (obviously and blatantly mocking/spin-offing of original Rubyquest, created by Weaver of /tg/.)
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Break out of dat shit. Fucking whisker powers activate.
(Or Repeat Said Process: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v230/JoeyDK87/Angry_Ruby.jpg ) -
Hmm. o.o
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EEEEEEBLEEBLEEBLEEBLEEBLEE
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ATTACK OF THEM SPEEDLINES!
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Things got epic now XD
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shit just got REAL
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HE GONNA GET IT!
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Accentuate with speedlines- BECAUSE SHIT JUST GOT REAL.
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What did you just say to me.
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SERIOUS BUSINESS.
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JUICE MAN
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XD!
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why so serious?
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I'll fucking stab you.
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Not if I have my super wizard armour on....
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I'm wearing armor. :cool:
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DON'T DO IT! We're all innocent, inno- ...Wait, never mind. My mistake.
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My collar looks more like a Buizel neck sack. It doubles as a flotation device.
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]8<
Shiing *Knife*
Oh lordy Somethings going down D:
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What the hell made me draw this. oh god...
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Grabbin peels?
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I HATE STAIRS
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GRABBIN A PIPE BOOOOOOOMB
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I hate trains
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I hate vans.
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PEEEEEEEE
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'Twas you!
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Lol XD
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Nice shot Bill, that was my ass!
http://www.zazzle.com/grabbin_peelz_shirt-235834876411067129
http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=lLnmd5_sC64&fmt=18
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EDIT: This is my goodbye picture to Tamer, who is leaving for the military. I'm not going anywhere sheesh. :<!
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:boohoo: WHY!?........wait. tamer's leaving?
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noooooooooooooooooooooooo :boohoo:
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
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Oh dear.
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Tamer is going to the military?
God speed to him. Let's hope he gets in one of those positions where he basically makes little bombing manless airplanes.
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Nigga where the fuck you goin? >:U
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I'll be missing ya
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PEW PEW THEM GOOD SOLDIER
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Just don't be a maget ;<
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HELICOPTER EJECTOR SEAT GO
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peace tamerlee <:B
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TamerLee: sqrl out |B
TamerLee: btw http://papayakitty.com/science/tamerwhiskershug.png has been updated once more.
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You're doing it wrong, he bites his upper lip.
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Hasta la vista, baby...
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The birds fly,
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If you was from where I was from, you'd be F***** raped!
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I'M GONNA ASSRAPE YA
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Yer doomed D:
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PyramidWhisk just LOVES sticking Thor in places!
Here's what you would see if she was introducing him to your lower esophagus! :3!
There may be some discomfort as your jaw snaps out of joint... and it appears as if your teeth are scraping against the hard rubber- oop! There one goes! -
*Sniff* THEY GROW UP SO FAST!
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wwfoasjofmaofaotaothowitoasomsfnao
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I love Pyramid Whiskers.
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I wanna see an epic battle between PH and PW.
Like, checkers. In a volcano. In space.
Epic.
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What a way to go D8
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GOOD GOD!
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I rofl'd when I realized she's carrying a giant horse dong
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AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! *Will post a response once he stops laughing, sides hurt!*
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Lol. Awesome :3
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Oh man this is amazing, I was actually starting to poke around at people. But now Whiskers has gone and done it for me. Thank you Whiskers, this made my day. Now, when PH is not enough we shall summon the mighty PW! She will rape like no other can!
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It's supposed to be a size reference between myself and "Zaia". The fictional "living" version of a stuffed wolf I have... the stuffed version is like half this size. Also my fursona is a little over 5 feet tall so yeah... The proportions are still pretty off. Not to mention the fact that I suck :3!
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Cute <3~
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Girlhumps
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Girlsleeps
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Dawwww. :cool:
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You are a better artist than I am Whiskers. So cute!
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Awwws Cute~
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bwahahaahaha
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So it's you!
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DUN DUN!
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Wait what? ._.?
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Morph: http://agn.ph/oekaki/new/#1008
last panel ;B
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Date:2009-02-10 03:38:39
There is a small backlog remaining on the console as Error approaches the keyboard. The screen is heavily cracked, a shard of the screen having fallen off, exposing the inner circuitry. On top of that, static covers a good portion of the remaining screen, making it extremely difficult to read.
The console detects Error's identity as Subject 10, and he types in a request for the status of subjects 11 and 12. The computer sparks as it relays a response. Though highly garbled, it appears that it's info regarding the two subjects has been corrupted, the static also blocks out the names... The console does however alert you that chamber 11 is indeed occupied.
The bloody trail leading towards it does not bode well for the occupant's condition however...
Date:2009-02-10 03:43:24
Date:2009-02-10 04:06:03
Date:2009-02-10 06:57:05
this battle will be a hard and long one