Post by Galio on Feb 10, 2013 17:47:41 GMT -5
Name: Josh Green (Male)
Description: 100% Average dude. Likes to game.
Role: Protagonist from reality
Age: 26
Origin: Billings, MT
Designation: Tripping stone
Purpose in life: ESCAPE
Name: Marximum Deltaflex (Male)
Description: In all ways, better than average: Tan/muscles/features/money/taste/charm/durability/everything.
Role: Hero in gameland
Age: 28
Origin: Capital City
Designation: Captain
Purpose in life: ADVENTURE
A tremendously powerful explosive detonated behind the airborne buggy. The buggy was driving at an abnormally, impossibly, ludicrously high speed when it ascended the, inexplicable, opportune, perfectly aimed ramp. When the bomb went off, it accelerated to even more abnormally high speeds, though that didn't affect the inexplicably opportune trajectory the buggy was launched in... at all.
As the castle of Dr. Kurtis Krabofski went up in flames behind them, the buggy landed on all four tires on the other side of the broken bridge and skidded to a stop for a nice view of the inferno.
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOO! Yeah, baby! Das' what I'm talkin' about!" Marximum guffawed.
In the gunner seat of the buggy, Josh held his head on with one hand while he checked the rest of himself with the other. "Whatever... that was. It was impossible. Completely impossible."
In the driver's seat, Marximum knocked his helmeted head on the frame of the buggy. *KNOCK "Hey! You hear a baby crying?! 'Cause I hate that sound!"
"Sorry."
Their helmet radios crackles to life. "Marx. Marx, do you read?"
Marximum held his finger to his ear for some reason. "Since I was 5!"
Josh rolled his eyes.
The voice came back, somehow far more sensual this time. "Did you cause that explosion? That's so sexy."
Josh made a face. "Ugh."
Marximum disgustingly chuckled. "For you baby, I'd blow up anything."
Josh pulled his helmet off and wiped his ears off.
The sensuous voice responded, "Promise? I need you to take out Krabofski's drones he sent to the Capital City. I want to see an explosion."
"Sweetheart, you just keep your sweet little head out of harm's way. I'll take care of these drones. Marx out."
Josh put his helmet back on. "Who was that?"
"No idea. But we got another job to do, Trippin' stone!"
"You've got to be kidding! There isn't a chance that this rig can still roll downhill let alone chase down flying drones before they rea..."
The buggy roared forward without even starting, and Marximum Deltaflex roared harmoniously with it. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
[[Thoughts?]]
Description: 100% Average dude. Likes to game.
Role: Protagonist from reality
Age: 26
Origin: Billings, MT
Designation: Tripping stone
Purpose in life: ESCAPE
Name: Marximum Deltaflex (Male)
Description: In all ways, better than average: Tan/muscles/features/money/taste/charm/durability/everything.
Role: Hero in gameland
Age: 28
Origin: Capital City
Designation: Captain
Purpose in life: ADVENTURE
A tremendously powerful explosive detonated behind the airborne buggy. The buggy was driving at an abnormally, impossibly, ludicrously high speed when it ascended the, inexplicable, opportune, perfectly aimed ramp. When the bomb went off, it accelerated to even more abnormally high speeds, though that didn't affect the inexplicably opportune trajectory the buggy was launched in... at all.
As the castle of Dr. Kurtis Krabofski went up in flames behind them, the buggy landed on all four tires on the other side of the broken bridge and skidded to a stop for a nice view of the inferno.
"WOOOOOOOHOOOOO! Yeah, baby! Das' what I'm talkin' about!" Marximum guffawed.
In the gunner seat of the buggy, Josh held his head on with one hand while he checked the rest of himself with the other. "Whatever... that was. It was impossible. Completely impossible."
In the driver's seat, Marximum knocked his helmeted head on the frame of the buggy. *KNOCK "Hey! You hear a baby crying?! 'Cause I hate that sound!"
"Sorry."
Their helmet radios crackles to life. "Marx. Marx, do you read?"
Marximum held his finger to his ear for some reason. "Since I was 5!"
Josh rolled his eyes.
The voice came back, somehow far more sensual this time. "Did you cause that explosion? That's so sexy."
Josh made a face. "Ugh."
Marximum disgustingly chuckled. "For you baby, I'd blow up anything."
Josh pulled his helmet off and wiped his ears off.
The sensuous voice responded, "Promise? I need you to take out Krabofski's drones he sent to the Capital City. I want to see an explosion."
"Sweetheart, you just keep your sweet little head out of harm's way. I'll take care of these drones. Marx out."
Josh put his helmet back on. "Who was that?"
"No idea. But we got another job to do, Trippin' stone!"
"You've got to be kidding! There isn't a chance that this rig can still roll downhill let alone chase down flying drones before they rea..."
The buggy roared forward without even starting, and Marximum Deltaflex roared harmoniously with it. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
[[Thoughts?]]