Re: Mini-Grand 5103 [Rou'); /home/gbce/.Trash]
06-16-2011, 07:08 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
[Breadbreadbreadbreadbread-]
Melissa ignored her internal warning and slipped intangib;7<can’t_find_the_world> upwards, following the signal – it kept…turning off…and on…and that bloody [BREAD] WARNING wouldn’t TURN OFF so insistent so consistent and the signal inconsistent
“Wait.” Parsley.EXE stood up, moving into a ready position. Around them, the walls of the dollhousepirateportraitship flickered as data tags failed to catch their closing arguments.
Selvsetter looked up at the bread-suited antivirus. “What?” She didn’t get an answer, as many things then began to happen very quickly.
The frM3W[RK was fighting her. Melissa pushed upwards but it still seemed to take forever to pass through what should be fairly reasonable datq flootr floor deck dekfloor floordeckfloor reasonably thin deck data. She could swear time was slowed down as she strained to follow the collective Melissa’s call-
Parsley.EXE aimed his bread crossbow at a spot on the ground, which appeared to be no different from any other spot.
“A virus. Another one is coming.”
“I told you, I’m not a fucking-”
A hand passed through the deckfloor of the pordollpiratetraithouseship leaving afterimages in its wake, followed by the figure of a teenaged girl flickering her way out of the ground, reaching out – reaching out-
[BREAD!]
The warning shook her out of her reverie, and she saw the bread. She saw the bread, the breadsuit, and in very short order she saw high-velocity simulated bread fired from a bread crossbow.
[Oh shit.]
[Breadbreadbreadbreadbread-]
Melissa ignored her internal warning and slipped intangib;7<can’t_find_the_world> upwards, following the signal – it kept…turning off…and on…and that bloody [BREAD] WARNING wouldn’t TURN OFF so insistent so consistent and the signal inconsistent
“Wait.” Parsley.EXE stood up, moving into a ready position. Around them, the walls of the dollhousepirateportraitship flickered as data tags failed to catch their closing arguments.
Selvsetter looked up at the bread-suited antivirus. “What?” She didn’t get an answer, as many things then began to happen very quickly.
The frM3W[RK was fighting her. Melissa pushed upwards but it still seemed to take forever to pass through what should be fairly reasonable datq flootr floor deck dekfloor floordeckfloor reasonably thin deck data. She could swear time was slowed down as she strained to follow the collective Melissa’s call-
Parsley.EXE aimed his bread crossbow at a spot on the ground, which appeared to be no different from any other spot.
“A virus. Another one is coming.”
“I told you, I’m not a fucking-”
A hand passed through the deckfloor of the pordollpiratetraithouseship leaving afterimages in its wake, followed by the figure of a teenaged girl flickering her way out of the ground, reaching out – reaching out-
[BREAD!]
The warning shook her out of her reverie, and she saw the bread. She saw the bread, the breadsuit, and in very short order she saw high-velocity simulated bread fired from a bread crossbow.
[Oh shit.]
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