JESUS CHRIST KID!! I thought this was just a game! [OPEN]
Who: Hope Estheim and YOU!!
What: A rather deadly game of laser tag.
When: Friday May 6th.
Where: The laser tag city on the planet.
Warnings: Lasers? Magic? Alexander summoning? This can be as cracky or as serious as you want, though obviously no PC deaths please.
Hope had felt guilty about missing the laser tag event that the ship went through a long time ago, since he had been dealing with his own brand of angst at the time. Especially since he, like all teenage boys, loved laser tag. So he was so excited that there was an entire city devoted to the game, that he didn't even read the fine print in his guide.
As he ran frantically across the street and ducked behind a laserproof shield to hastily catch his breath, he was really wishing he had.
"Hey!" He called out to the group of aliens relentlessly pounding his shelter with laser blasts. "These are real lasers! I give up! Knock it off!"
"Give up?" Laughed an alien who looked and sounded like a drill seargent from a bad war movie. "There's no giving up in war son!"
Another alien next to him, this one with a laser gun in each of his four hands, laughed psychotically as he shot haphazardly at the young man. "Dance refugee! Daaaaance!!"
Hope groaned as he brought up his own gun and got it ready. This was not what he had in mind. He had to get out of this crazy city, but he could use a hand...
What: A rather deadly game of laser tag.
When: Friday May 6th.
Where: The laser tag city on the planet.
Warnings: Lasers? Magic? Alexander summoning? This can be as cracky or as serious as you want, though obviously no PC deaths please.
Hope had felt guilty about missing the laser tag event that the ship went through a long time ago, since he had been dealing with his own brand of angst at the time. Especially since he, like all teenage boys, loved laser tag. So he was so excited that there was an entire city devoted to the game, that he didn't even read the fine print in his guide.
As he ran frantically across the street and ducked behind a laserproof shield to hastily catch his breath, he was really wishing he had.
"Hey!" He called out to the group of aliens relentlessly pounding his shelter with laser blasts. "These are real lasers! I give up! Knock it off!"
"Give up?" Laughed an alien who looked and sounded like a drill seargent from a bad war movie. "There's no giving up in war son!"
Another alien next to him, this one with a laser gun in each of his four hands, laughed psychotically as he shot haphazardly at the young man. "Dance refugee! Daaaaance!!"
Hope groaned as he brought up his own gun and got it ready. This was not what he had in mind. He had to get out of this crazy city, but he could use a hand...