Re: We Sons Of Daley (TWS)
12-22-2011, 10:39 PM
Gnauga Wrote:Oh dear. You might want to take care of that HMG before it starts firing. I presume it's a gatling? I hope it's not, like, a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher.Rocket launchers are, thankfully, one of many things that the BLOOM destroyed modern support for.
Gnauga Wrote:Hit increase Ability:agility.You never turned Increase Ability off!
Gnauga Wrote:All you really need to worry about is the less sluggish one and the one with the machine gun. Turn up the blizzizzle nozzle so he chillaxes fo'rizzle. That is: crystallize the crew-served so it doesn't kill everything.You lay down some chill noise, and they end up having a major JAM SESSION. It almost looks disappointed that it can't kill you with SLICK BASS BEATS. Yeah he should, WISH HE COULD, but right now the ARMS HE GOT don't EXTEND THAT GOOD.
You're thankful your own fists don't have this problem, and start to hand out some BITCH SLAPS. OH SNAP. These PUNK MOTHAFUGGAS ain't even WORTH A CAP. Also, your own weapons have JAMMED. So there's that.
One down, anyway. The other seems to be having trouble with its INTEGRATED WEAPONRY as well, so you give it EQUAL TIME; the length you will go to lay down ICE BURNS on a fool approaches the LEGENDARY. GRUNCH goes its head.
The rest are all paralyzed anyway, but you're on the clock, so you UNJAM your TYPEWRITER and hand out some STRONGLY WORDED LETTERS about what you think of PUNK BITCHES.
Your DRUM is now EMPTY.
The enemies are all SLAIN.
You quickly CUT THE HOSTAGES FREE.
"Why...?" one of them asks, as soon as her JAW can MOVE AGAIN.
"Why what?"
"They're connected with Chicago, why are you helping us?"
"..." Well, if that's REALLY the case... And you weren't INFORMED... You wordlessly GET THEM FREE the rest of the way, while trying to come up with an ANSWER.
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