(*For reasons best known to itself, the flaming confetti starts moving of its own accord and flying around in circles* )
*reminisces the time I ended up using a crane to carry a giant turkey onto a giant table at a Thanksgiving party* (*watches in confusion and awe* )
*Now has a vancant expression, thinking of the Leprechaun Air Force battling HannahForce in the skies above whichever party was taking place at the time*
Splendid! I think what happened with the pumpkin was that I had already saved it onto my computer for future use, so when I pasted in the link LMBE uploaded the file from my laptop instead of the online link.
Splendid! I think what happened with the pumpkin was that I had already saved it onto my computer for future use, so when I pasted in the link LMBE uploaded the file from my laptop instead of the online link.
7 hours of sleep was a slight improvement. But then was another 8 hour shift. But I got through that and I'm not working at all tomorrow, so I'll get to sleep in.
*The -molasses give chase*
*The empty shell of the robot is picked up by some of the -molasses and used to create a walking -molasses-robot*
EDIT: I FOUND OUT WHY. Changing the font colour seems to make the jammers not work properly, so it should work fine as long as I remember to only make the non-jammer part of my post green. EDIT 2: I seem to have somehow made it not work again...
*without any molasses or treacle holding the wall together, it collapses*
*the sheep run faster*
*Flame looks like he can't handle another second of this* "IT NEVER ENDS! THIS MUSIC RENDS!"
*a few high-ranking FlameForce sheep hope this is a good sign*
(presumably their opera still rhymes as it did earlier? )
*Flame starts looking for something to throw back* (Flame doesn't doubt that the green sheep can make a good mech... he just doesn't trust that they would. And I'm not quite sure whether I do either. )
*in this case, having the hole in the floor helps me to get back to my feet, but now I'm less nimble since I'm trying to be careful*
*All armies in the party (except Major-General Hedgerow's division of the green sheep) are now united against you, and open fire*
*the LiC's mother helpfully hands him the metal-music-playing radio* (There's only one way to find out... )
*The LiC's mech starts firing dozens of green pumpkin pies at you*
*(I think the C.H.D. would be another exception, assuming they're still "in" the party )* *I'm probably already attacking all of those armies, but if not, I defend myself now *
*Because she's a leprechaun, and considering what her mother did to him in the other topic, Flame throws the object (which he doesn't take the time to identify ) at her instead* (that would be an interesting quote chain... I just don't see Flame falling for that )
*I now have to focus not only on not slipping on the wet floor, and dodging the pies, but also keeping my mouth shut. I end up slipping about when the barrage ends*
*IC me blasts explosions at the SPACESHIP to discourage him*
*my family starts gathering the valuables, though inconveniently the cats all went under the beds, making themselves harder to get out* *I, meanwhile, have to go back into my room in order to retrieve my own valuables*
OOC: It's probably worth mentioning that I live in a rural area. Though it's not so rural that we don't have neighbors nearby. I think probably one of them would call the police by this point.
*The SPACESHIP fires explosions back*
*The cats discover that some of the -molasses got through the portal and is hiding under one of the beds* *The beavers have used some ofn the furniture, including whatever your valuables are stored in/on, to prop up the desk that is now supporting the weight of the SPACESHIP SPACESHIP SPACESHIP and all the various objects and people crowding through the portal*
OOC: Ah, right.
*I press my attack further*
*they smell the molasses, as they don't remember it being there before* *my life's work is probably destroyed by now*
*reminisces the time I ended up using a crane to carry a giant turkey onto a giant table at a Thanksgiving party* (*watches in confusion and awe* )
*Now has a vancant expression, thinking of the Leprechaun Air Force battling HannahForce in the skies above whichever party was taking place at the time*
(*The flaming confetting forms a giant face* )
*I don't recall there being any plane battles between those two after the St. Patrick's Day party*
*The towel holds for now, but the Leprechauns intensify the rain so thatb there is soon a waist-high sea of fizzy lemonade on the ground*
*waist-high for us means the sheep now has to swim* "HELP!! I'M DROWNING IN A SEA OF POISON!" *the sheep isn't actually drowning; it was taught how to swim while training for FlameForce *
*meanwhile, property owners across the LMBEs get mad at the leprechauns for causing this flood*
HannahDash , hi! You probably don't remember me, but I just thought I'd burst out of nowhere to say it's good you see you around again and I hope you're doing well.
*I blast the with my sword*
I do remember you! It's good to see you too. And I have been doing well.
*anguished scream of defeat*
Heheh, that's great! So what brings you to our precious pocket of nonsense?
(The crickets are spread out and chirp simultaneously, almost as if to confuse the pigeons with multiple sources of the same sound)
*the pigeons split up, but most of them aren't able to pinpoint the exact location of any of the crickets*
(Seeing as you said "most", it's assumed there were a few pigeons that got close to them; in this case, all of them go silent to avoid being found. They decide to stop chirping anyways since the party's activity seems to be picking up again.)