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re_alignment2013-01-20 11:40 am
whirlybird_of_prey) wrote in re_alignment2013-01-20 11:40 am
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[Video] this is probably what caused the death of the Disco Medallion
[Whirl has decided to give you lowly creatures a demonstration, since Megatronus's quadrant is currently sprouting a healthy crop of Multipedes of Squickiness. It is high time you all got to see a real Wrecker at work. So he's set up a camera, his face popping in to check the angle, before he jumps down to what he has dubbed Carnage Central. He's ready for his close up--wearing that awesome clock-necklace he got for that stupid human holiday. It looks, obviously, AWESOME. ]
Awright. Pay attention, pansies. Whirl's gonna show you losers how a real Wrecker gets it done.
[How it's done looks pretty much like a blur of violence and mayhem. Critter heads flying everywhere, gouts of disgusting bodily fluids, slimy organs everywhere. It's a gore party and Whirl's making the confetti.]
[What's worse is probably his terrible David Attenborough impersonation narration.]
We see, in its native habitat, a creature of superlative unworthiness. Uh that's not me, wussbuckets, for the record.
You'll note how, in their short but violent existence, they have the cerebral functioning of a coprolite. Cuz look at this. [He holds up a metallic chunk of something between his claws.] Brain the size of a graphing calculator.
The creatures are mindless, hapless victims of slaughter when they wander against a superior being. That IS meeeeeeeee---!!!
[Unfortunately, Whirl's super-unvincibility is put to the test, as the terrorpede he's trying to kill, in super slo mo 300 style, suddenly catches the chain of his super awesome clocklace in its mandible. Whirl now finds himself unawesomely being flung around by the rearing, snapping creature. ]
CUT! CUUUUUUT!!!!!
((ooc: you can help or mock and if you're NPCing his mauling, HIS BODY IS READY))
Awright. Pay attention, pansies. Whirl's gonna show you losers how a real Wrecker gets it done.
[How it's done looks pretty much like a blur of violence and mayhem. Critter heads flying everywhere, gouts of disgusting bodily fluids, slimy organs everywhere. It's a gore party and Whirl's making the confetti.]
[What's worse is probably his terrible David Attenborough impersonation narration.]
We see, in its native habitat, a creature of superlative unworthiness. Uh that's not me, wussbuckets, for the record.
You'll note how, in their short but violent existence, they have the cerebral functioning of a coprolite. Cuz look at this. [He holds up a metallic chunk of something between his claws.] Brain the size of a graphing calculator.
The creatures are mindless, hapless victims of slaughter when they wander against a superior being. That IS meeeeeeeee---!!!
[Unfortunately, Whirl's super-unvincibility is put to the test, as the terrorpede he's trying to kill, in super slo mo 300 style, suddenly catches the chain of his super awesome clocklace in its mandible. Whirl now finds himself unawesomely being flung around by the rearing, snapping creature. ]
CUT! CUUUUUUT!!!!!
((ooc: you can help or mock and if you're NPCing his mauling, HIS BODY IS READY))
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[He can still talk. That's something!]
no subject
I could come there and get you to the med bay.
this tag may scar your brain for life.
[Whirl always looks his best. What are you trying to say. B| ]
Medibay is for losers! They come to me!
[Like the time he had First Aid rub ointment on his aft. MMmmmhmmm. Yeah. That's how it goes.]
/suddenly questioning FA life and choices
They can't move all the equipment there, Whirl. It's better for you and safer for everyone if we do ti the other way around.
[(/ﾟДﾟ)/ WHY.]
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I don't wanna.
[Pout.]
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Do you rather stay there and die? More insects could show up.
[Stop being such a kid.]I'm coming over anyway.