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by Barapam » Tue Jan 02, 2018 6:19 am
by Estlobies » Wed Jan 03, 2018 12:35 pm
by Talchyon » Fri Jan 05, 2018 12:44 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Tue Jan 09, 2018 5:28 pm
by Barapam » Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:43 am
"Well I'll be. The Parrati's were dealing THE largest Crank shipment I've ever seen. This drug is nasty! And now, the Linguine's are out of a huge money source!"
by Whalestron » Thu Jan 11, 2018 4:10 pm
by Talchyon » Fri Jan 12, 2018 12:50 pm
Barapam wrote:Tom the tardigrade managed to jump away from Sullivan's swatting hand in just the last second, but lost his balance in the process, and fell tumbling down to the ground. It annoyed him, even though he wasn't in any immediate danger. Like all tardigrades, Tom was nearly undestructable, as well as invincible! However, the rough landing still made his many feet ache a little, and he was still too small and too far away to contribute in any way whatsoever to whatever the Minnesota Infinites would do next. That also kind of annoyed him.
Barapam wrote:Hans Waltz meanwhile was as perplexed as anyone that he actually had managed to kill the charging gecko gangster, but he attributed his success to his inherent Finnish badassery, rather than to the will of Talch', the almighty God of this galaxy, of which existence he was currently unaware of. Pretty pleased with himself, he holstered the pistol and went over to the, in his eyes, humanoid neon aliens and the lizard. He smiled, which was a very unusual thing to do for a Finn, and extended his hand to Jimmy. "Thanks for the warning. And for not arresting me." He then tried to spot the Russian lady, but didn't see her, and with not much else to choose from, he tailed behind Sullivan's tail to the spaceship the mobsters had used. This time he said nothing, and looked on the drugs with a stone cold face. Just like any typical Finn would do in the same situation, or indeed any situation at all. He didn't seem to react much to Grunt and Hypoxia either, even if he appreciated that Grunt hit himself again."Well I'll be. The Parrati's were dealing THE largest Crank shipment I've ever seen. This drug is nasty! And now, the Linguine's are out of a huge money source!"
"Yes, that's all fine and dandy, but what does it have to do with us?" Irina asked with her arms crossed. She had followed when Sullivan called, but since she hadn't said anything and still had an atypical skin colour, the Finnish flyer hadn't suspected her (it was also much thanks to her, in his eyes at least, futuristic clothes), and she herself had gotten used to the tolerant attitude of the Infinites by now and immediately accepted him as one of the gang, so she had no reason to think that her accent would trigger Hans, but it did. He pulled his Luger again, and aimed it at her, with hatred in his eyes.
"You red son of a $%&!#!! Give me one good reason not to kill you!"
Irina's answer came quickly. "Hmm... how about Nikolay Fyodorovich Makarov?" It was a bluff, but Waltz had no way of knowing that her gun was empty. At least she hoped not.
The situation had suddenly become a lot more international. Minnesota. Planet McPlanetface. Finland. The Soviet Union. And, representing Mexico, a standoff.
Whalestron wrote:Nikolai the Bear
It was as though someone had put a large pair of surround-sound, fifty foot, high definition, background cancelling speakers next to his head when he heard Irina's predicament. Also, there just so happened to be speakers of those specifications sitting right next to him, the microphone that had recorded the sounds being placed at the edge of the soon-to-be duel.
"I am coming!" The bear cried. He charged over, a battle cry on his lips.
Why he was exhibiting this strange behavior, he didn't know. He certainly wouldn't do it for any normal person. He shuddered to imagine himself becoming one of those heroes. The thought almost made him gag, but this newfound heroic fervor wouldn't allow for such a thing!
He narrowed the possible explanations to Irina being a Russian; and Nikolai couldn't shy away from helping a comrade.
He finally made it to the scene, ramming the entire pound of his weight into Hans' legs. The bear began pounding his digits against him, hoping he'd do as much damage as he possibly could. "Go, Devushka! Don't look back!" He cried to her as he continued his onslaught against Hans's legs. It wasn't very effective, of course.
Barapam wrote:"Well I'll be. The Parrati's were dealing THE largest Crank shipment I've ever seen. This drug is nasty! And now, the Linguine's are out of a huge money source!"
"Yes, that's all fine and dandy, but what does it have to do with us?" Irina asked with her arms crossed.
Hey guys. It's Jerry. So, I found out a little more about this planet and where this dropped cargo is.
Planet McPlanetface is a class D size planet (whatever that means) and has no real ruler.
It's home to a bunch of criminals and ganglords, so be careful...
...but if you've spent any time on the planet, you've probably figured that out by now.
So anyway, the coordinates are here. I realize these are a bunch of numbers and you
guys probably haven't learned how to navigate on this alien planet yet. Basically, you
guys just have to go about ten blocks to the northwest, and you'll find a bar called
"Sei Un Succhiatore." Don't ask me what it means. Only thing is, you're going to be
in the heart of the area controlled by one ganglord, a Mr. Carlo "Fat Lips" Linguine.
...You're going to have to watch out for him. He's one of the most dangerous men
on the planet. Some of the databases here have him wanted for all kinds of crime.
Even Intergal is afraid of him. But if he has these components, we need them. So
you'll just have to pull it together and get those parts. Try to be nice, but be safe.-Jerry
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Barapam » Mon Jan 15, 2018 12:56 pm
by Talchyon » Fri Jan 19, 2018 11:44 am
Barapam wrote:His hatred blinded him. Literally. Hans didn't see Nikolai come, but he did hear him, and quickly glanced to the side. He expected to see a Red Army infantryman to come charging, but he didn't see anything at all. He did however felt something soft punch against his leg. The sheer surprise was almost enough for it to have the effect the teddy bear desired, but just almost. Glancing down at the furry toy, Hans didn't believe his eyes.
"This can't be normal. Did I take too much Pervitin today? Or too little?" he thought, and ignored Sullivan completely.
While Waltz contemplated the effects of his dru- er, medicine use (since we need the approval of the CCA), Irina had the perfect moment to strike at her opponent, or as Nikolai suggested, to flee. She decided to do neither. "Actually Mishka, I agree with Teetotaler for once. We shouldn't..." She was interrupted by the annoying songs from all the fidget spinners. Irina's ringtone this time was the most dreadful thing Europeans had ever created: Ukraine's entry for Eurovision Song Contest 2007, "Dancing Lasha Tumbai" by Verka Serduchka. Irina tried in vain to make her ears shut themselves, because with a crazy, although not drunk, Finn seemingly bent on killing her the first chance he got, she couldn't get her hands free to cover her ears or turn the music off.
"By the whiskers of Stalin! What IS this tintinnabularous noice!?"
Eventually, and not a second too soon, the so-called "song" stopped, and she managed to hear the last part of Jerry's info. The Finn lit up at the mentioning of Linguine, as he sensed a possibility that an Italian could help him against the Russkies, but Irina noticed his smug smile as they began to walk.
"Look, there's something I must tell you", she said to him calmly. "The war is over. It ended 25 years ago. It's 1969. Our countries are no longer enemies. I'm telling you the truth. I don't know how or why, but you've must've been transported into the future somehow. Now please put your gun down, before anyone gets hurt."
Hans of course didn't believe her, and he didn't put his gun down either. Just like Irina predicted, it led him to get hurt, because Nikolai hadn't given up, and his last tackle made Hans loose his balance and fall. Due to the slight gravity difference between Planet McPlanetface and Earth, it looked extra funny. Even the tardigrade, now far behind them, burst into laughter when the Nordic aviator crashlanded and dropped the lethal weapon he up until then had been holding.
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by The Last Abode of Pando » Mon Jan 22, 2018 9:25 pm
by Barapam » Wed Jan 24, 2018 2:39 pm
by Talchyon » Wed Jan 24, 2018 9:53 pm
The Last Abode of Pando wrote:Ed and Aesculapius
The twins, confused, quickly silenced the devices, and ran, middle foot first, as usual, over to Coathangerman, thinking that he had said their names, but completely unsure of the context.
The Last Abode of Pando wrote:Steve
No one knows how Steve was able to hold onto the communication device in the first place; maybe it was the kilt. But the kilt hadn't been there when it got it, so... However you want to go about this, Steve had one. It blared out, at the top of its mechanical lungs, whatever this amazingness is. No se. Probablemente es una canción.
Oh yeah, since Steve doesn't have hands, it can't turn off the song, now could it?
The Last Abode of Pando wrote:Florida Man
David Adams
Florida Man, looking off into the middle distance, entirely distracted by everything, felt his device go off before he heard it. Once he heard it, however, oh, you know that he just had to listen around for all of the other songs being played at the same time. His ringtone was...
I don't even know what to say...
It was, wait for it... Um. I don't know how to describe it.
Florida Man busted out his amazing Yah Yah Tippy Nah Nah skills just for the horrible combination of song-like ringtones that included "Dancing Lasha Tumbai," "What Do You Get a Wookiee For Christmas (When He Already Owns a Comb)," "Musical Saw and Accordian," "Jingle Bells," "Weasel Stomping Day," "You've Got Sole," "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," and others.
It was the most horrifying thing anyone had ever seen.
The Last Abode of Pando wrote:If the lizards hadn't all conveniently died from bullets and things like that, then they would have died from spontaneous ocular combustion that spread to the rest of the body. If you thought that the songs were bad, you have never seen a Southern, middle-aged white guy Yah Yah Tippy Nah Nahing to those songs that never go together, no matter who you ask. It was horrifying enough to move the plot along into Saskatchewan, with a singing and dancing bear and frog. Too bad the plot wasn't headed into Saskatchewan, unless...
Barapam wrote:Hans, or "Hasse" as his friends called him, got to his feet with a groan, finally free from Nikolai's punching paws, and just in time to see Coathangerman take care of his Luger. He gave him a nod. "At least we can both agree on that..." He then looked to Irina. "You know what? I believe you. Because we certainly didn't have this crappy music in my time... and we danced a lot better too!", he said and pointed at Florida Man, with the kind of facial expression people of an older generation usually have when people of a younger generation act really weird to them. The only thing Hans missed to make the gesture complete, was wrinkles.
Irina was happy that the Finn had seen reason, so she put her own gun away in some kind of dimensional pocket/hammerspace which the extraterrastrial fashion designers had equipped her dress with (because of course they had, with their superior technology. Otherwise she'd have to carry it all the time, give it to someone else, or use hiding places that don't exactly work in a PG-13 setting), and extended her right hand to him, which he took and shook as they walked.
"I'm Irina Borisova, Soviet space traveller. We're all superheroes, representing Earth. I'm new to the gang too though, so maybe Captain Calculator here can explain it better."
"Another captain, how about that! I'm Hans Waltz, captain in the Finnish Air Force." He turned towards the accountant-looking hero, and waited for what he would say. There were a lot of things he wanted to ask them about the future. Their wrist phones, for example. And how the war had ended. But most of all, he of course wanted to hear celebrity gossip. How had things turned out for Rita Hayworth and so forth?
Beneath them, Tom the little tardigrade had finally caught up with them. He squeeked for them to wait so he could regain his breath, but not even he thought any of them actually heard his plead.
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Zjaum » Sat Jan 27, 2018 11:32 am
by Barapam » Sat Jan 27, 2018 3:04 pm
by The Assorted Saharan Outposts » Tue Jan 30, 2018 3:05 pm
by Talchyon » Wed Jan 31, 2018 12:19 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Barapam » Sat Feb 03, 2018 4:24 pm
by Zjaum » Thu Feb 08, 2018 2:05 am
by Talchyon » Thu Feb 08, 2018 12:15 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Whalestron » Mon Feb 12, 2018 4:56 pm
by Zjaum » Tue Feb 13, 2018 4:24 pm
by Talchyon » Wed Feb 14, 2018 12:20 pm
Whalestron wrote:Nikolai the Bear
Having been savoring the thought of being rid of these heroes, Nikolai almost missed the cue that the guns had managed to jam themselves. The bear laughed wildly. "You Americans deed eet again," he cried, "managed to ruin my day yet again!"
He wasted no time in summoning a gun, a soviet sub machine gun, he realized, and began opening fire. After the first shot, he was flung against the wall again, but he continued to fire, laughing madly as he did. The gun's recoil began forcing him to slide up the wall slowly.
The unfortunate (or fortunate, as those who knew of the teddy bear's aim would have known) thug took a step back as he processed the violence. As Nikolai fell back down to the floor, the lizard looked himself over, expecting to see several bullet holes. To his surprise, as well as the communist's, he was completely unharmed. Save for his fedora. Nikolai chose the next best technique for battle he knew; running away!
Whalestron wrote:Sarah Osborne
"Hey, did you know they had donut shops here?" The intern lady asked as she entered the room. For some reason, she seemed to always wind up appearing wherever the Infinites and their trail of misadventures were, which came in... well, it didn't really have much use. Unless someone wanted a donut, of course.
She stood idly by as the battle began, at a loss for words. "Uh, Mister Wimbly? Do you need any help?"
Zjaum wrote:Henry "Blimp Man" Hinshaw
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's not jump into the action just yet! There was a pretty reasonable offer on the table right now! Working as a cook for the overlords of all the world's nations had to have some benefit! Sure, they turned it down, but they just needed a little convincing, was all. He approached Carlo Linguine with a resume (hey, you never know when you'll need one) and started making his million-dollar pitch.
Unfortunately, Goldilocks was also heading for Carlo Linguine. Cut the head off the snake, after all. It just so happened that the snake had legs. Eh, it works... look, she's trying to make the metaphor work, okay? She cracked her knuckles and began going to town on poor old Carlo. Henry was in front, and so he had to duck all of Aubree's attacks as she made them. He learned to time them pretty well, so Carlo's view alternated between Henry's face and a golden fist. Which one was worse was debatable.
So, from Carlo's perspective, here was the situation:
"Hey, Mr. Linguine! Look, I don't think you should drop this opportunity so-"
POW!
"lightly! Look, I'm a great cook. I don't look at food as art."
WHAM!
"I look at food as food, you know? I know you want hearty helpings, good food."
BANG!
"You know, I make the meanest macaroni and cheese. And look, all you have to do is make the noodles and cheese!"
BLAP!
"The best food you've ever had in you life. So, what'd'ya say?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by The Last Abode of Pando » Fri Feb 16, 2018 10:24 am
by Barapam » Fri Feb 16, 2018 1:58 pm
by Zjaum » Sat Feb 17, 2018 1:36 am
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