*goes to call Uber guy* *several loud beeps can be heard due to this being a kid-friendly website*
Craig politely ignores the conversation, browsing the computer screens. He suddenly stops, and walks over to one. It is live footage from the Dilophosaurus fight.
*hangs up* *lets out another bleeped word in frustration* Apparently he heard me preaching doomsday to you all, and it scared him off without me. He could have at least told me he was leaving! *sigh*
Craig politely ignores the conversation, browsing the computer screens. He suddenly stops, and walks over to one. It is live footage from the Dilophosaurus fight.
*hangs up* *lets out another bleeped word in frustration* Apparently he heard me preaching doomsday to you all, and it scared him off without me. He could have at least told me he was leaving! *sigh*
"Panicking doesn't do any good." Craig says, a bit absent-mindedly.
-last edited on Sept 7, 2018 2:12:32 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Sept 7, 2018 2:11:05 GMT
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
The darts from Big Man, Martin and Dustin are really starting to take affect, but at the dramatic arrival of B.-W.-Dee's-RP-character-whom-I CONnot-find-the-name-for, the Dilo rallies for one glob of acidic spit which, granted, does not hit his intended target, but instead lands on Lucas.
"Arrgh!!" Lucas growls, attempting to shake the glob off. He fires twice at it. "You little monster!" he barks.
OOC: Where did it hit him? Anything but the face. And CONgrats on becoming a mod, Con.
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
IC: Emilio stares at the Dilophosaurus. After a while, he quickly goes and helps load it up.
OOC: CONgratulations on becoming a moderator, Con!
The darts from Big Man, Martin and Dustin are really starting to take affect, but at the dramatic arrival of B.-W.-Dee's-RP-character-whom-I CONnot-find-the-name-for, the Dilo rallies for one glob of acidic spit which, granted, does not hit his intended target, but instead lands on Lucas.
"Arrgh!!" Lucas growls, attempting to shake the glob off. He fires twice at it. "You little monster!" he barks.
OOC: Where did it hit him? Anything but the face. And CONgrats on becoming a mod, Con.
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
IC: Emilio stares at the Dilophosaurus. After a while, he quickly goes and helps load it up.
OOC: CONgratulations on becoming a moderator, Con!
OOC: Thanks LEGO! There goes my rank plate...oh well, I didn't like Aztec much anyways.
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
*Big Man carries a large amount of the weight to wherever it gets loaded.*
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
"I have this big cage truck thing," says Justin, from the big cage truck.
*hangs up* *lets out another bleeped word in frustration* Apparently he heard me preaching doomsday to you all, and it scared him off without me. He could have at least told me he was leaving! *sigh*
"Panicking doesn't do any good." Craig says, a bit absent-mindedly.
Well, clearly, it doesn't. Although he's probably going to be safer than me now. And what's worse is, there are no more Uber drivers close enough to want to drive out here and pick me up. They've all evacuated.
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
"I have this big cage truck thing," says Justin, from the big cage truck.
"Ah, good, we CON stuff some boxes in there with the duckbill thing!" One of them replies hurriedly.
OOC: I forgot you were driving that, we already loaded the Parasaurolophus into it, I forgot to explicitly state which vehicle that one was going in.
"Panicking doesn't do any good." Craig says, a bit absent-mindedly.
Well, clearly, it doesn't. Although he's probably going to be safer than me now. And what's worse is, there are no more Uber drivers close enough to want to drive out here and pick me up. They've all evacuated.
"Well, we've got spare bunks. There's even some crossword puzzles over there." Craig points. "Unless, of course, you'd like to more actively join in...?"
The Dilophosaurus finally topples over, and lies still. The guys from the Ford start tossing out boxes to make room for it in the bed of their truck. "A little help here?" One of them motions to the stuff. "We can't just leave this here. See if it will fit in your vehicles."
*Big Man carries a large amount of the weight to wherever it gets loaded.*
The guys direct him to throw it in the giant cage truck, which still contains the Parasaurolophus, but there is plenty of room since the truck was made large enough to hold a much bigger dinosaur.
And CONgrats on becoming a mod, Con.
Also, trying out a color for Justin. According to science, this is the average color of the universe.