The standoff

Three different people, three lines of text, and a lot of improvisation.

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Pat: It's time.
Pat points the gun at Zaku
Pat: I'm sorry.
Zaku slowly looks upward, tears having swelled in his glistening, worn blue eyes - his lip curved into a saddened quiver, his ears flattened.
Pat: It..It couldn't have lasted, Zaku. What you're doing--I just--Just can't accept.
Pat: It couldn't have lasted forever...you must have known.
Zaku bows his head briefly, his eyes waivering about the ground for a moment before he looks away - sharply, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
Pat: Give my regards to Kain when you get there.
Pat FIRES
Zaku looks to Pat, quickly - his lips parting to deliver his final, dying-breathe in an arrangement of shattered words - before his life is ended before his very eyes, his hand moving forth to grab at the fringe of Pat's shirt-- clinging on for dear-life, as he slowly succumbs to the light, his eyes growing groggy-- heavy, even, before they come to a close, with one sharp gasp.
Pat: ....For the greater good...
Zaku hits the ground lightly, with a sudden thud, blood pooling around his childish- once gleaming face, the tears that once rolled down his cheeks falling upon the puddle of crimson in one last play of emotion.
Pat stares at the body, his expression blank. He tosses the gun onto Zaku's body with finality.
Pat takes one last look at Zaku before departing, walking silently into the dark city
Zaku lays in the alleyway, cold - alone. Ironic considering his once bountiful life. A series of days filled with glee, happiness- only to be brought down with a single pull of a steel trigger, ended with the force of but a single round - a single bullet - a single grudge. With what strenght his body can muster, does it uncurl a hand - revealing a single note, a bloodied one at that. Carved into it's thin parchment, with crude and deliberate ink-work, "..I loved you, Pat.."

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Pat: it's time.
Pat points the gun at Mack
Mack: I SWEAR I DI
Pat: I'm sorry.
Mack: Go on.
Mack: Pull the trigger.
Mack: But know this;
Mack: You will only be killing a Mack.
Mack: I will not beg for mercy,
Mack: neither will I tell you to kill me.
Mack: But keep this in mind;
Mack: That while I am distracting you, my friend now has a gun pointed at the back of your head.
Pat: What-
Mack: Now Pat, how will it be? Kill me and die yourself, or leave and let us both live?
Mack steps forward and pimp-slaps you. "THERE WAS NO FRIEND APRIL FOOLS YOU POO FACE"
Pat: FUCKING SHIT MACK
Pat FIRES
Mack: FUCK MAN YOU SHOT ME IN THE ARM
Mack: LEARN TO FUCKING AIM, PAT
Mack: JESUS CHRIST
Pat: FUCK YOU MY ARM'S SHAKING
Mack: I AM NOT GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS, IT JUST STINGS LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER
Pat FIRES
Mack: JES-
Mack: OW MY OTHER FUCKING ARM
Mack: NOW I CANT MASSAGE THE WOUND TO NUMB THE PAIN
Mack: YOU DIMWIT
Mack: FUCKING SHOOT ME ALREADY
Pat FIRES
Mack: wait..
Mack: YOU DIDN'T EVEN HIT ME THIS TIME YOU COCK
Mack: JESUS. H. CHRIST.
Pat: God DAMNIT!
Pat tries to pistol whip Mack
Mack falls backwards on his well back
Mack: OW GOD DAMNIT JUST KILL ME ALREADY
Mack: TORTURE IS ILLEGAL YOU DAMN PEASANT
Pat: AHHHHHH
Pat fires wildly at Mack
Mack: HEY PAT
Mack: PAT
Mack: HEY LISTEN
Mack: YOU ARE OUT OF -BULLETS-
Mack: YOU INCOMPETENT BASTARD
Mack: MY -GOD- HOW STUPID COULD YOU BE
Mack: I THINK I'M GOING TO DIE FROM BOREDOM RATHER THAN THAT GUN
Pat: SHUT UP YOU MOTHER FUCKER
Pat pulls out a mp5
Pat: RAHHHHH
Mack: OH FUCKING BALLS
Pat lets loose full auto
Mack spazzes out as pat sprays him
Mack is fucking DEAD

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Pat: It's time.
Pat points the gun at Kain
Pat: I'm sorry.
Pat: But it must be done.
Kain seems to stare menacingly at Pat.
Kain is unmoving.
Pat: You must have seen this coming.
Pat: It couldn't last forever..
Kain continues to stare at Pat, unmoving, fearless.
Kain appears to tip forward..
Kain begins falling forward... and lands on the floor, revealed to be.. a cardboard cutout.
Pat: What--
Kain , the real one, pops out behind Pat with P228. "Oh, but I did."
Kain: I did see it coming.
Pat: No--Kain-
Kain: I'm sorry, Pat. But you're right. It couldn't last forever.
Kain grips his gun with both hands. "Goodbye."
Pat: ---I-I did what I did for the people! This madness can't go on!
Kain: Madness...?
Kain: ...This. Is. ROLEPLAY.
Kain fires wildly into Pat.
Pat DIES

Mack's is win.
Kain's 'This is Roleplay' is win.
Zaku's is homo. :T

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Pat: It's time.
Pat points the gun at Pear
Pat: I'm sorry.
Pear might lack Interwebs: time?
Pear might lack Interwebs: oh shi-
Pat: Yes, time...it's over, Pear.
Pat: What you're doing can't continue.
Pear might lack Interwebs: look, they didn't have a WEP key, and it's not like i'm pirating their internets for porn!
Pat: But that's exactly what you're doing, Pear.
Pear might lack Interwebs: it is?
Pat: Yes!
Pat: Such terrible things I have never seen--
Pat: But you don't get it yet, do it?
Pat: You're not just watching it...
Pear might lack Interwebs: no
Pat: You ARE THE PORN, PEAR!
Pat: THE PORN AND YOU--YOU ARE THE PORN
Pear might lack Interwebs: lolque
Pat: JUST DIE YOU MONSTER
Pat FIRES

CONTINUATION OF KAIN SAGA

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Kain lowers his arm, breathing heavily. He walks over to the corpse, gun pointed, and kneels to examine it.
Pat: **The sound of approaching footsteps can be heard...**
Pat: It must be done, Kain..
Pat: Yes, it must be done!
Kain: I knew it, it was a clone...
Pat: **Innumerable Pats surround Kain**
Kain looks over his shoulder.
Pat: It was just one ...piece of the machine, Mr. Redwell..
Pat: Replacable.
Pat: And like a well oiled machine, well will execute our purpose quickly and cleanly...
Pat: **In seeming unison, they each pull out various types of swords**
Kain: ...
Kain: Very well..
Kain slowly stands up, picking up the dead Pat's gun.
Kain: Have it your way.
Kain aims his arms out in opposite directions, and starts firing his guns and spinning 'round to lower their numbers.
Pat: **The clones charge**
Kain then flings the spent weapons into oncoming clones, and turns to roundhouse kick one's face in the opposite direction.
Pat: **Face--roundhoused.**
Kain steps on the face he just landed his foot on, and proceeds to jump between faces.
Kain , between his jumps, let's out a rather noxious fart.
Pat: **The gas spreads among the clones, and each of them collapse as soon as they get a whif of the toxious gas**
Kain: Kain lands, dusting off his longcoat.
Kain: "Hmph. Can't handle it when it's all natural, eh Pat? Just like you."
Pat: **Hook's voice comes from a speaker in the ceiling**
Pat: "Ah, Mr. Redwell--I must thank you for finding a flaw in the clones. The new batch will be much better..."
Kain grunts. "Hook! This isn't over, Hook! You -started- this chaos, not me! Why try to pin the blame on the innocent?!"
Kain picks up his Sig, ejecting the magazine and placing a new one inside. "Why me?"
Pat: "Because you interfered, Redwell..When you could have left well enough alone."
Kain: "You should'a known better! Takin' my friend, usin' him as cheap, replacable base for your clone warfare! It's inhuman! It's sick n' wrong! Who wouldn't interfere?!"
Pat: "Any man with sense enough to stay out of business that doesn't concern them.."
Pat: "And you will suffer, Mr. Redwell..."
Kain shouts out into the ceiling. "You stole my friend! How doesn't this concern me?"
Pat: **An infuriating laughter eminates from the ceiling**
Kain points at the conveniently placed round honeycombed speaker. "I'll find you, Hook. I'll find ya n' I'll put an end to this nightmare, I swear it! It doesn't matter which world you turn to,"
Kain: "there's no runnin' from the inevitable!"
Pat: "Oh...but there are SO many worlds..and you are, afterall, just -one- man.."
Pat: "Already the clones are in motion...to eliminate each and everyone of your friends."
Pat: "Mack and Zaku..have already fallen..Hehehahaha!"
Kain suddenly stops, and cackles.
Kain: ...One man.
Kain: ..Heheh...
Kain: ** He turns up and looks at the ceiling. "You forget one thing, Hook. I wasn't the first." He turns, and makes his way out of the room. "And I won't be the last."

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Never tell your password to anyone.
Psyche: I hate niggers
Pat: fucking
Pat wildy points the gun at Psyche
Pat: I wasn't ready for you, yet!
Psyche: You think your guns can stop me?
Pat: I--Why wouldn't they?
Psyche exhales, placing a single finger on his temple, closing his eyes.
Psyche: Such insolence
Pat: I-I have a duty to do, Psyche, just-don't resist!
Psyche: I am a GOD.
Pat FIRES
Psyche falls backwards as the bullet ricochetes off his forhead.
Psyche: JESUS FUCK.
Psyche: BRAIN FREEZE
Psyche gets up slowly, dusting himself off.
Psyche: I'm sorry, where was I
Pat: You were just about to surrender to death.
Psyche: Inconcievable!
Pat: Look! Over there! A nig-ger exercising his right to vote!
Psyche wheels around, shooting lightning out his fingetips. "WHAAATA!?"
Pat: **The poor, but very, very, VERY black, man is turned to ash**
Pat lets loose with his gun
Psyche falls over on his face as his back is riddled with smoking holes. "Don't let Zaku touch my corpse."
Pat: fuckshit
Psyche suddenly jumps up. "I ALMOST FORGOT."
Pat: What
Psyche: How could so naive?
Psyche: I am a god!
Pat: Well, uh,
Psyche: Lay down your weapons, it is not too late for my mercy.
Pat: I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU
Psyche: oh
Psyche: then I'm going off to go get a hot pretzel
Pat: yeah sounds good

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Rutabega cracks his knuckles, spitting into the sand as a tumbleweed rolls down the road
Pat pulls his six-shooter out, pointing it at Ruta
Pat: I don't know why we're in a western, Rutabega, but it changes nothing!
Pat: You must die!
Rutabega throws his dusty poncho aside and draws two single action army revolvers, twirling them on his fingers.
Rutabega: I've got twelve shots.
Pat 's eyes narrow, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead
Rutabega: *The forum clock slowly dings out the hours, nearing high noon.*
Pat 's eyes swivel to the forum clock, breathing silently, his fingers gripping his six-shooter
Rutabega: *The clock dings it's final tone, the loud metalic bong echoes through the chatroom.*
Rutabega leaps backwards, firing his two single-action army revolvers towards Pat as he slowly sails back through the hot western-style air.
Pat lets loose, firing his gun
Pat is RIDDLED WITH GUNSHOTS
Rutabega lands roughly on the ground, sliding several feet, causing dust to billow up around him, obscuring him from sight for a moment before he manages to push himself to his feet, adjusting his hat.
Pat chokes on his own blood as it spatters from his mouth, staining his getup
Pat collapses backwards into the dusty road
Rutabega holsters the revolvers and turns, heading off down the old dusty trail into the sunset, which is later revealed to be Pat's mother and not a huge ball of burning gas...well actually the two were the same but the point remains.

These are the best things I've ever rea-- *gets hit with a banhammer*

oh god, lol, the psyche one got tagged for racism

These are amazing.

Kruggly wrote:

These are amazing.

Yep.

still not voting krug get out

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Pat: It's time.
Pat points the gun at Cleo
Pat: I'm sorry.
Cleo: Time for what?
Cleo: ..Oh, now I remember.
Pat: It's got to end, Cleo.
Cleo: Listen, killing those nuns was completely justified!
Cleo: They were hitting me with rulers.. and being generally not nice!
Pat: Your mad nun killing spree has resulted in the near collapse of the entire catholic church.
Pat: So many innocent lives...
Pat: That's their job, Cleo!
Pat: That's how they view teaching and discipline!
Cleo: They HIT ME WITH A RULER!
Cleo: And not one of those wimpy plastic ones.
Cleo: It was SHARP man, like an axe. I lost an arm that day.
Pat: Are you telling me that it was an axe weilding nun?
Cleo: It was a ruler-axe wielding nun.
Pat: Excuses!
Pat: That was one nun, Cleo! One nun!
Pat: You've done SO much more!
Pat cocks the gun
Pat: It..It has to be done.
Cleo: You're a madman, pat!
Cleo: I remember when you joined the force, doing good for doing good.
Cleo: But now I don't know what to think anymore.
Pat: I turned my badge in a long time ago, Cleo. After what I saw, I couldn't believe in that damn idealistic nonsense.
Pat: Only cold, hard facts. Cold, hard justice.
Pat: And the only madman I see before me...is you.
Cleo: I serve justice in my own way.
Cleo: By stabbing nuns.
Cleo: For each nun I stab, another kid goes un-hit with a ruler!
Pat: At what cost?!
Cleo: NONE!
Pat: Pah. Have you seen the news?
Cleo: They took my TV.
Cleo: I saw them rip it in two with a laser beam.
Pat: This..This nun killing epidemic has caused wars, Cleo! Undisciplined children running around the globe--refugees, flooding into other countries--
Pat: What started as a grudge has erupted into what might bring about the collapse of all civilization!
Pat: The church has hired me..and they demand results.
Pat: Goodbye, Cleo. It -must- end.
Cleo: No-- NO!
Pat aims down the sights
Cleo: You must understand, this was all part of my plan!
Pat: What plan, Cleo? There WAS no plan! Just rage!
Cleo: EXACTLY!
Pat: RAHHHHH
Pat opens fire
Cleo is shot in the head, body flying out the stained glass window in slow motion, slamming on to and then sliding off a roof or two before landing in the snow.
Pat lowers his smoking gun, stepping to the edge and peering into the cold, urban night.
Pat breathing in the stark air, he pulls out a cell phone, a direct line to the Vatican.
Pat: It's done. She's dead.
Cleo opens a single eye in a cinematic, cliffhanger-esque moment, as blaring white text flashes on the screen, "To be continued(?)"

PART 3 OF THE EPIC SAGA

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Never tell your password to anyone.
18 June 2010
15:02 - Mack drops down in front of Kain, wearing a SV1 Special Operations suit. He seems to have an odd russian accent when speaking.
"Kain. We must talk."
15:02 - Kain 's cardboard cutout falls over. He steps out from the shadows. "Okay. Let me put this upright again, unless Pat comes by." He sets the cardboard cutout upright again.
15:03 - Kain: So, what did you need?
15:03 - Mack: Pat is on the move..
15:03 - Mack: And by Pat..
15:03 - Mack: I mean the million of clones.
15:03 - Mack: It is impossible to know wether or not the real one is dead or not.
15:03 - Mack: We could have killed him a long time ago.
15:03 - Kain: Ah. One of my alternates had a run in.
15:04 - Kain gives his rugged beard a stroke. "Seemed they're being masterminded by an old foe."
15:04 - Kain: One I thought I'd left behind in that old place..
15:04 - Mack: Give me a name and location, and I'll take out everyone within a 50 miles radius before they can even blink.
15:05 - Kain adjusts his coat and slips a cuban cigar out of his pocket. He clips the end off and lights it with a pen-lighter, then puts it to his lips. "Well, Mack, my old friend.. that -is- the problem."
15:06 - Kain: We don't know where he is. His communication has been as indirect as can be.
15:06 - Kain: Several layers of radio frequencies. One broadcast leads to another source-broadcast. It's a chain. He's gotten better than before.
15:07 - Mack: Hm..
15:07 - Mack: Do we have any lead at all?
15:08 - Kain turns to face a fogged-up window and blows smoke against it. "Just one. He wants us dead. But he's following me, specifically." Kain turns back to Mack. "He's got a grudge against me for killing him. He wants to return the favor. No doubt, he's got personal watch on me. A direct link leading back to him."
15:09 - Kain taps the cigar on the wall, letting the front bit fall off as ash. "We find that, we have our lead."
15:09 - Mack: I know how to interrogate people, Kain. Let me find him and he will spill it all.
15:12 - Kain taps his foot once. "...He still thinks the alternate he's been sending the clones after is me. He doesn't think my alternate is 'The First.' That's where he's wrong. And no doubt, the doppleganger's well aware, as well." Kain returns the cigar to his mouth and turns to Mack. "He's heading deeper into their territory, Mack. Back to where the clones first appeared. You remember, don't you? Find him there, and then, find who's trailing him. Above all, do -not- be seen."
15:12 - Kain: If they realize you're there, we'll lose our chance.
15:13 - Mack: They will not see me. I am but a shadow.
15:13 - Mack: A shadow that kills.
15:14 - Kain responds with a subtle nod. "One more thing... the records from my alternate report that you were 'killed.' Can you explain that?"
15:15 - Mack: One thing I learned at Voron was playing dead.
15:15 - Mack unzips the upper part of his suit, showing some very nasty marks. They seem to have been wounds, but not very deep.
15:15 - Mack: This suit is armoured.
15:15 - Mack: Not even a high-caliber anti-tank rifle could kill me with this on.
15:16 - Kain smirks, biting on the cigar.
15:16 - Mack zips his suit back up, and then walks into a nearby shadow, instantly vanishing. The last thing that is seen is a quick flicker of light from his sonar goggles as he disappears over a nearby rooftop.
15:18 - Kain returns to his own shadows. "Good luck, Mack. Playing dead was a good move. One of our only moves right now." He removes the cigar and tosses it away before entering the shadows, hiding himself completely

How the SV1 Special Operations Suit looks.

PART 4 OF THE EPIC SAGA

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Friday, June 18, 2010
4:57 PM - Kain suddenly sets a gun to the back of Pat's head and slaps a hand over his mouth. "Not a sound out of you."
4:57 PM - Pat says nothing.
5:00 PM - Kain waits a moment. "...Good. Take me to where you keep all your records of cloning." He presses the barrel of a silencer into Pat's neck. "And remember, you're just a clone. I can find another if you screw up."
5:04 PM - Pat takes a deep breath, and is motionless for a moment. He suddenly swivels to the left, moving towards a steel door to the left
5:06 PM - Kain follows the clone, remaining cool and composed. "I've always wondered." He spoke in a hushed and rough voice. "Do you clones share the same memories as the original?"
5:06 PM - Kain: Nod for yes, shake your head for now.
5:06 PM - Pat shakes his head.
5:07 PM - Kain holds back a sigh and gives the clone a shove with the silenced pistol. "Keep going."
5:08 PM - Pat reaches the high security door, pulling a card from a pocket
5:08 PM - Kain: That's good.. nice and easy.
5:09 PM - Kain looks around, checking for cameras, motion detectors, and any other clones wandering around.
5:12 PM - Kain turns back to the clone hostage. "Well? Open it already."
5:12 PM - Pat: **A camera can be seen in the upper right corner of the building, beeping quietly as it moves back and forth**
5:13 PM - Pat silently stares at the security door before abruptly swiping his card through the reader
5:13 PM - Mack suddenly bursts out from the room they just exited, another clone in front of him. Mack has his hand pressed against the back of the clone's head, and seems to be driving it onward. The same moment they both burst out, Mack smashes the clone's head into the concrete wall with a sickening crack. The clone slowly slides down against the wall, leaving a big trail of blood. Mack brushes a bit on a bloodstain on his suit. "Меня грязные .."
5:14 PM - Pat flinches, glancing at Mack out of the corner of his eye
5:14 PM - Mack looks over at Kain. "Do you realize how close you w'vere to being detected?"
5:15 PM - Kain jerks his hostage and meat shield around once the door's open and aims his silenced pistol at Mack. He returns the weapon to his hostage. "Before you explain-" he aims the pistol at the camera and fires. "-I'll say the same to you."
5:16 PM - Kain returns the pistol to Pat's head and begins dragging him, backwards, into the opened room. "This way..."
5:16 PM - Mack looks at the camera, muttering to himself. "W'vell, you are веселый.."
5:19 PM - Kain gives the clone another shove of the pistol. "I need the records on the newest experiments. Hurry up."
5:19 PM - Pat: **They enter into an extremely brightly lit hallway, a stark contrast from the previous darkness**
5:20 PM - Mack pulls his silenced MP5 from behind him. He keeps a watchful eye on the rear, moving backwards after the two.
5:21 PM - Pat: **At the end of the hallway is a door with a single, polarized window. It has no lock, but nothing can be seen in the room past.**
5:22 PM - Kain keeps his eyes on the clone, looking at the door from time to time. "Mack, you have EM vision, don't you?... Check the corridor."
5:23 PM - Kain forces the clone to a stop. "I'll watch the rear..."
5:23 PM - Mack looks back at Kain for a brief moment. "Wv'hat do you think I am doing?"
5:23 PM - Mack: "I am hav'ing a problem..
5:23 PM - Kain looks back. "What's wrong?"
5:23 PM - Mack adjusts his goggles a bit. "Th'ey are not doing wv'hat I wv'ish."
5:24 PM - Mack: "I also hav'e a better idea."
5:25 PM - Kain turns around all the way, swinging his hostage with him and keeping his aim at the door. "Fine, do yer thing..."
5:25 PM - Mack secures the MP5 on his back again, pulling out his pistol as he sprints up towards the door. As he closes in on the door, he jumps into the air, extending both feet into the door in a heavy drop-kick.
5:27 PM - Kain instinctively presses his back against the sidewall, in case a firefight ensues.
5:28 PM - Pat: **The door is forced open, smashing into the wall on the other side, opening up into another brightly lit room..**
5:28 PM - Mack lands on his back with a slight thud, he instantly rolls to the side, and gets up in cover behind the wall next to the door.
5:29 PM - Pat: **The door opens up into room with various blue mats on the floor. Dummies, scarred from use, in the corners. Weapon racks. Firing ranges. An a LOT of Pat clones.**
5:30 PM - Pat: **It's a Clone training room.**
5:30 PM - Mack peeks into the room for a split second, his eyes widening as he moves his head back into cover a split second after popping it out.
5:31 PM - Pat: **Each clone is brought out of their training by the sudden thrown-open door, and the brightly lit corridor containing Kain on the other end**
5:31 PM - Pat: "Intruders!"
5:31 PM - Mack slowly, and silently, puts his pistol into the holster, pulling forward his MP5 instead.
5:32 PM - Kain can already take a wild guess from the sounds coming from the room. "...I see ya took my statement literally." He eyes the clones that appear focused on him with a smirk. "So much for stealth."
5:32 PM - Pat: **A trio of gun-wielding Pats charges in Kain's directly, aiming their weapons**
5:33 PM - Mack remains perfectly still, not making a single sound.
5:33 PM - Kain keeps his pistol to the hostage, though he lets the hostage go, reaching for something else while behind the hostage's back. He removes the pin on the grenade and shoves the nade down the hostage's collar, shoving it into the charging Pats. Then, he takes cover outside the room. "Fire in the hole!"
5:34 PM - Pat: **Other Pats scatter, the ensuing chaos similar to the workings of a hive as each Pat moves around with perfect assurance, arming themselves**
5:36 PM - Pat: **The Hostage Pat slams into two of the gun-wielding Pats, causing them to stumble and fall. The last Pat charges forward into the corridor, gun first**
5:37 PM - Mack sends his hand out, grabbing the collar of the other Pat. He rips the clone in behind the wall with him, holding him tightly, as if trying to save it from the blast.
5:37 PM - Pat: **The two fallen Pats try to get to their feet when the grenade explodes, turning the Hostage Pat to pulp, throwing the other two into the air**
6:01 PM - Pat: **Suddenly, a wailing sound, an alarm, resounds through the facility**
6:02 PM - Kain rounds the corner and and walks by the two fallen clones, placing a bullet in each one's head as he walks past. He stoops over, holsters his pistol, and picks up a pair of smg's, going akimbo. "Looks like we'll have to find it on our own..."
6:02 PM - Pat: **A Pat's voice comes from the speaker.**
6:02 PM - Kain sighs, turning to the door. "Come on, Mack. Before they show up."
6:02 PM - Pat: "All Pats, we have intruders in the facility!"
6:03 PM - Mack pushes the clone outward a bit, and rests the MP5 on the shoulder of it as he wraps his arm around the throat of it. "I'm coming, I'm coming."
6:03 PM - Pat: **Various Pats seek to charge through, into the corridor, with various hand-to-hand weapons**
6:04 PM - Pat: **A second, infuriatingly familiar voice comes through the speaker.**
6:04 PM - Kain calmly walks out the front door, retrieving a second grenade. He awaits the sound of footsteps, pulls the pin, and tosses it to the sound of the oncoming footsteps. Kain goes the opposite direction. "I'm glad I brought a lot of these."
6:04 PM - Mack: Brute.
6:04 PM - Pat: "Mr. Redwell, is that youuu?"
6:05 PM - Kain: What can I say? Stealth doesn't always suit me.
6:05 PM - Kain continues on, ignoring the voice, eliminating cameras as they come into view.
6:05 PM - Pat: "And is that your Russian friend there? My sensors are inadequate for this sort of deduction, you see.."
6:05 PM - Pat: "How rude."
6:06 PM - Mack slams the side of his head with the side of the MP5. "I got the goggles w'orking!"
6:06 PM - Kain: Good timing-
6:07 PM - Kain looks around quickly,- "Check for the camera connections. Where do they lead? If we take care of that, we'll be able to move freely again."
6:07 PM - Pat: **Pats charge Kain, swiping with electric stun-staves**
6:08 PM - Kain fires the Smg's, akimbo style, into the mass of Pats. "And make it fast, please."
6:08 PM - Mack looks around, seemingly following something.
6:08 PM - Mack: "They follow this corridor, but I can not see where."
6:08 PM - Kain: Then lead the way, I have rear!
6:09 PM - Kain shouts over the sound of his guns, taking a couple steps backwards. Once he's sure the wave of Pat's is done for, he turns and follows Mack more properly.
6:09 PM - Pat: **Gun-wielding Pats crowd the rear way, firing wildly**
6:09 PM - Mack grunts, and grabs the back of the clone's head, smashing it into the nearby wall. "Liability."
6:09 PM - Kain: It was just slowing us down-
6:10 PM - Kain flattens against the wall momentarily, taking aim at the gun-wielding Pats and gunning them down. "Is the corridor safe?"
6:10 PM - Mack sprints along the rest of the corridor, following the roof with his eyes, looking for the source of the cameras, once in a while looking down to make sure he doesn't run into something. "I hope so or they w'ill be sorry!"
6:11 PM - Kain swat-turns out from his hiding spot and charges down the corridor with Mack, taking a stray bullet to the arm, but paying it no mind.
6:12 PM - Mack keeps following the corridor, coming to a sudden stop when he smashes into a wall at the end of the corridor for not paying attention.
6:12 PM - Mack stumbles back slightly, holding his nose. "Дерьмо!"
6:12 PM - Kain reaches into his coat, priming a sticky-nade and attaching it to the ceiling. After charging a sufficient distance forward, he turns 'round and flips the clones the finger.
6:13 PM - Kain: ** A moment later, the grenade explodes, caving the ceiling in, killing any pursuing Pats near it.
6:14 PM - Kain: That should keep them off our tail. For now...
6:14 PM - Mack turns around, rubbing his nose a bit.
6:15 PM - Kain walks over to Mack, checking his arm and noting the bullet only grazed the side. "Well... we can slow down a little. Lead the way."
6:15 PM - Pat: **A camera, with a small speaker at the end of the hallway, activates. Hook's voice fills the corridor, somewhat distorted**
6:15 PM - Pat: "Where are you, Mr. Redwell...."
6:15 PM - Pat: "Helloooo?"
6:15 PM - Mack looks around, letting go off his nose.
6:17 PM - Kain sighs and continues on past the camera, motioning for Mack to follow. "Just move past it. We have better things to do."
6:18 PM - Mack looks at the camera, and gives it a quick wave, before grabbing something from his belt and attaching it to the camera, making the image go static before he walks off after Kain.
6:19 PM - Kain: ** They descend further into the depths of the facility.

TO BE CONTINUED.

this thread only supports the idea of "there is no god"

Gambit wrote:

this thread only supports the idea of "there is no god"

Ahem

Gambit wrote:

this thread only supports the idea of there is no god except Psyche

fixed