In a Galaxy far, far away...
It was a theme within a theme within a theme. And without a doubt, the greatest game of paintball ever played. The Spaghetti Western/Star Wars mashup had been cool enough, but add a good Desert Island adventure into the mix? This was the kind of dream that usually ended with Abed washing his Back to the Future sheets before Dad woke up.
But pretending to teleport and actually doing it? Turned out they were two pretty distinct events. Pretending to teleport had fewer side effects, for one thing. The disorientation, the nausea, and the sense that maybe he should be panicking, even though he wasn’t. All of that was kind of new.
There was nothing to crouch behind anymore, no turned over library tables or filing cabinets, and when he looked to his right, Annie wasn’t there. Which was a shame.
She’d proved herself to be one tough, sharp-shooting dame.
Calmly, Abed stood, still as a statue in the middle of a long, wooden boardwalk stretching out into the jungle in front of and behind him. All that unknown territory to explore. Checking the clip in his pistol, counting eight rounds, he strolled confidently in the only direction he could go.
“Life only moves forward, kid,” he murmured to himself, even though he was kind of worried about the mission. Troy and Jeff took over the planning like a couple of real pros, but every team needs a scruffily reluctant hero, and he’d be a Wookie’s Aunt if he let Starburns take his place. Han Solo might have said he wasn’t on board with a revolution, but Greendale was home, and Abed Nadir knew it was worth saving.
So, the scene had changed, but the mission stayed the same. He would still fight. For Greendale. For Troy and Jeff and Annie and Britta and Shirley, and yes, even Pierce.
Up ahead, he heard footsteps, and without a moment of hesitation, he jumped off the boardwalk and disappeared behind a clump of trees. Really, there was only one way he could win this on his own:
Get the drop on his enemy.
[[Please see THIS POST before tagging. Wander past him anywhere along the boardwalk, though he SHOULD be pretty well hidden, of course. If he jumps out and tries to shoot you in the face with a paintball... Sorry? I'm going with a traditional debut, but he won't need much of an explanation, anyway. ST/LT always welcome. OPEN TO ALL, but please keep my warnings in mind. ALSO NOTE, the pistol in his hand is bright green and obviously a toy... And he's kind of dressed like Han Solo.]]
But pretending to teleport and actually doing it? Turned out they were two pretty distinct events. Pretending to teleport had fewer side effects, for one thing. The disorientation, the nausea, and the sense that maybe he should be panicking, even though he wasn’t. All of that was kind of new.
There was nothing to crouch behind anymore, no turned over library tables or filing cabinets, and when he looked to his right, Annie wasn’t there. Which was a shame.
She’d proved herself to be one tough, sharp-shooting dame.
Calmly, Abed stood, still as a statue in the middle of a long, wooden boardwalk stretching out into the jungle in front of and behind him. All that unknown territory to explore. Checking the clip in his pistol, counting eight rounds, he strolled confidently in the only direction he could go.
“Life only moves forward, kid,” he murmured to himself, even though he was kind of worried about the mission. Troy and Jeff took over the planning like a couple of real pros, but every team needs a scruffily reluctant hero, and he’d be a Wookie’s Aunt if he let Starburns take his place. Han Solo might have said he wasn’t on board with a revolution, but Greendale was home, and Abed Nadir knew it was worth saving.
So, the scene had changed, but the mission stayed the same. He would still fight. For Greendale. For Troy and Jeff and Annie and Britta and Shirley, and yes, even Pierce.
Up ahead, he heard footsteps, and without a moment of hesitation, he jumped off the boardwalk and disappeared behind a clump of trees. Really, there was only one way he could win this on his own:
Get the drop on his enemy.
[[Please see THIS POST before tagging. Wander past him anywhere along the boardwalk, though he SHOULD be pretty well hidden, of course. If he jumps out and tries to shoot you in the face with a paintball... Sorry? I'm going with a traditional debut, but he won't need much of an explanation, anyway. ST/LT always welcome. OPEN TO ALL, but please keep my warnings in mind. ALSO NOTE, the pistol in his hand is bright green and obviously a toy... And he's kind of dressed like Han Solo.]]