OOC: Um... *facedesk* We really do want to keep it at a normal level of RP, though.
Philip and the crew stay put on Earth.
"No, no, and no! Now you stop that or I'll shoot you with a banhammer!"
IC: Astros breaks into laughter. "What?! A banhammer?!! Please. You could be even more OP than I am, but you can't get a banhammer if you're not a mod. And as you've seen there are no mods. No more banhammers. You can try your best. Disable me. Knock me down. But remember. No more mods. No more banhammers. No more rule enforcement. No rules at all."
OOC: Yes, I understand we're trying to keep this as a fair RP, but I just wanted to have some OP fun. Maybe we could make this non-canon?
IC: Astros continues. "All I wanted was help from you. I'm doing this for the greater good. To make the Message Boards a better place. But first, I have a question. Philip. How did reverse my OP powers? Because clearly, you could only do that if you were OP, and you don't like OP. And again, there are no rules. Explanations?"
"No, no, and no! Now you stop that or I'll shoot you with a banhammer!"
IC: Astros breaks into laughter. "What?! A banhammer?!! Please. You could be even more OP than I am, but you can't get a banhammer if you're not a mod. And as you've seen there are no mods. No more banhammers. You can try your best. Disable me. Knock me down. But remember. No more mods. No more banhammers. No more rule enforcement. No rules at all."
OOC: Yes, I understand we're trying to keep this as a fair RP, but I just wanted to have some OP fun. Maybe we could make this non-canon?
IC: Astros continues. "All I wanted was help from you. I'm doing this for the greater good. To make the Message Boards a better place. But first, I have a question. Philip. How did reverse my OP powers? Because clearly, you could only do that if you were OP, and you don't like OP. And again, there are no rules. Explanations?"
"You said it. There are no rules. Except, of course, basic logic. And basic logic says no teleports."
IC: Astros breaks into laughter. "What?! A banhammer?!! Please. You could be even more OP than I am, but you can't get a banhammer if you're not a mod. And as you've seen there are no mods. No more banhammers. You can try your best. Disable me. Knock me down. But remember. No more mods. No more banhammers. No more rule enforcement. No rules at all."
OOC: Yes, I understand we're trying to keep this as a fair RP, but I just wanted to have some OP fun. Maybe we could make this non-canon?
IC: Astros continues. "All I wanted was help from you. I'm doing this for the greater good. To make the Message Boards a better place. But first, I have a question. Philip. How did reverse my OP powers? Because clearly, you could only do that if you were OP, and you don't like OP. And again, there are no rules. Explanations?"
"You said it. There are no rules. Except, of course, basic logic. And basic logic says no teleports."
He enters his car.
"Anything else?"
OOC: Yeah, I'll just stop this. Ignore everything I did.
Kestrel rolls your side of the window down and yells at Philip. "Hey, where are we headed?"
He opens his window and peeks out.
"First, we get out of this place. There is too much silliness going on here. Second, we head towards a hideout. I happen to know one."
The then passes Kestrel before he shouts something and closes the window:
"60 kilometres per hour, at least five meters between vehicles. Stop at the sign of Spammer activity."
Kestrel nods. "Alrighty." He floors the pedal after Philip passes and stays 5 meters away at 60 kilometers an hour. He turns to Billy. "So, how did you end up where we were with that wound of yours?"
"First, we get out of this place. There is too much silliness going on here. Second, we head towards a hideout. I happen to know one."
The then passes Kestrel before he shouts something and closes the window:
"60 kilometres per hour, at least five meters between vehicles. Stop at the sign of Spammer activity."
Kestrel nods. "Alrighty." He floors the pedal after Philip passes and stays 5 meters away at 60 kilometers an hour. He turns to Billy. "So, how did you end up where we were with that wound of yours?"
The conversation is interrupted as the car ahead stops. Philip exits, rifle in hand, and shoots at something ahead.
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