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[angels_wear_red]

*it goes sort of like:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *deep breath* AAAAAAAAHHHHH-- *KER-ASH*

And then there is a red coated man brushing himself off in what remains of the sticks and nails of the mess hall.

Enjoy roughing it, kids.*

((The mods have decided to break your mess hall indefinitely temporarily. Feel free to blame Vash. He likes being shot

Comments

[sod_off_spark]

HELP! SOMEONE GET OVER HERE! I'm Under the rubble and I can't get out!

Well I could, but I don't want to loose this laptop.

[angels_wear_red]

*STARTS TOSSING ASIDE RUBBLE*

Ah, hold on!

[sod_off_spark]

*You can toss rubble all day, but you won't find any people, just us computers here.*

I HATE this place. I'm feel like I'm blind, deaf, dumb and like I've had my hands cut off. I can't even shift myself to a different mainframe, these computers are so backwards. Ms. Sayre is going to suffer for this.

[angels_wear_red]

*f-following the sound?

You're complaining enough that you sound all right. Hello?

[sod_off_spark]

Mentally, I'm fine. But my right speaker's broken, and I think my case is cracked.

*Nice little laptop found, with some damage, pinned under a roof frame. And it talks.*