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Post by brute on Feb 10, 2006 13:39:28 GMT -5
((I'm just chillin... killin...))
"Anyone else for a little something to settle the nerves? Works wonders..."
*Wonderful... stuck on a boat full of goodie-two shoes "No Mr. drug guy... they're bad for you... brains and scrambled soy-eggs Mr. drug guy, or some crap like that"... I swear I'm gonna tranq the first schlep that mentions that God damn commercial... sigh*
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Post by brute on Feb 9, 2006 15:09:19 GMT -5
((Presses the case against bare skin on Flext's arm... Flext feels a slight sensation... followed by a sense of minor euphoria. Shortly after he feels the need to lean or sit down))
Cody looks Jair right in the eyes, and without missing a beat says "They didn't know the password"
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Post by brute on Feb 9, 2006 10:20:16 GMT -5
((do I still have my SuperSquirt?)) Cody pulls a small container out of his jacket pocket and holds it to his arm for a second or two. "ahhhh... well that was intense..." Cody seems to realx a little more now. He starts to put his case away when he notices some people still kinda uppity about the scenario... When Tony comes over to talk to me, I reply "Man I could go for a tall glass of Sunny Spirits... you know, the new 11% alc. by volume soft drink? You don't have any, do you... that's ok... I'm all set... got all I need right here. ((holding the container up for all to see.)) *ahhhhh, good times...* Looking around at the group and raising his voice a little bit so all can hear him "Ya know, some of y'all look a lil spooked.. anyone want a little something to take the edge off? I got something here that'll help you relax a bit... helps clear the head..."
*The medicinal pimp... hard at work...*
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Post by brute on Feb 9, 2006 0:26:09 GMT -5
*frag it to hell... theres a boat comin and my ears are ringing up a storm...* "elf chick... hey ELF CHICK!! are you ok? Wheres the other elf guy? I swim to Jorinda and make sure she's breathing... if she's coherent I'll offer to pull her to solid ground and point out there's a boat with some people looking at us, but they don't seem to be pumpkin heads. If I see the elf guy in trouble, I'll go to assist him as well.
(If I dropped it, I'm also taking a quick glance around for my supersquirter.)
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Post by brute on Feb 8, 2006 8:02:23 GMT -5
glub glub...
im going to try to sneak back onto land using the dock as cover... I'm waiting for the boat to come in and listening to see if I hear anything from above.
I'm typing the words "Death to corps" on my cell, I'm also writing black and orange bandanas around head, arms, legs.
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Post by brute on Feb 7, 2006 22:19:49 GMT -5
"Hey!!! the van just yelled at us... I'm gonna go see what it wants!!" Cody unveils the Ares supersquirt and clicks on a new setting... turning to back towards the van he shouts "I don't think these guys know the password!!! Once in the back of the van, I'll send a text message to my fixer relaying the short short version of the current scenario...
To: Joeblow Re: chit drek frag
Oui chum... ran into a bit of a snag... some geekwads with orange bandana's are shooting rockets at us... who wears orange bandana's?.. I mean, really... oh no!!! I'm getting shot at by a pumpkin head!!! Oh yeah, what should I do... p.s. the driver is really short... you said elves...
Cody
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Post by brute on Mar 9, 2006 22:56:50 GMT -5
Matt looks over towards the angry faced guy. He ponders if maybe a sedative mixed with a heliotonic solution would brigten that guys outlook on life. After pondering this for about .4 seconds, he decides the guy is a jerk and probably wouldn't drink it anyways. Matts attention refocuses on the busy terminal... "So this is Japan... a little bit brighter than I thought it would be... If I remember, I should call Mr. Kushimono and find out how his custom phasodialater is working... perhaps he would be interested in hearing about my new... I have to pee." [/i]
Matt "Ahem's" the group "I need to go to the restroom real quick..." This strikes everyone as odd, since Matt was in the bathroom for the entire flight minus the take-off and landing. Incidently, Matt sprayed the toilet seat in the plane with his newest formula, and unbeknownst to him or the party, 10 years from now the plane will crash. The toilet seat will be the only item that survives unscathed. One of the firefighters will retrieve that toilet seat and examine it. Claiming he invented a new undestructable metallic formula, N.A.S.A. will pay him 13 billion nuyen for the seat and use the formula to create a rocket thats able to withstand the temperature of the sun. Unfortuantely, the launch will be unsuccessful as a minor mishap on the targetting computer will cause the shuttle to crash on Mercury. Last anyone knew, it was still trying to bury itself there.
But back here at present times, Matt is standing in front of the urinal with his fly open, wondering where he left his pocket flashlight.
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Post by brute on Mar 7, 2006 22:36:02 GMT -5
((daily post))
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Post by brute on Mar 6, 2006 7:25:29 GMT -5
Matt has been in the bathroom for a little over 3 hours now... you occasionally hear the sound of maniacal laughter from behind the door... and you're pretty sure you've heard at least 2 arguments thusfar.
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Post by brute on Mar 2, 2006 15:19:07 GMT -5
As Chen hangs up the house phone Matt trudges down the stairs. "I can't find my plane ticket anywhere..." He has a chemistry kit under his left arm. "Are we flying in first class??? I'd really like to continue working on my project and most restrooms are too small."
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Post by brute on Mar 1, 2006 23:19:46 GMT -5
"It seems I lost my invitation to the meeting... Perhaps I placed it in my other coat. Oh yes... my other coat... the white one... I'm certain that is where I placed it. Theres so many pockets on that coat... it's hard to remember where I might have... oh yeah... I'm working on a new anti-toxin serum that will increase the durability of the phospholipods that will prevent any non-olliosacharides from entering the cell membrane... including oxygen and carbon dioxide. Once I have this in place, I will devise a water and air supply that will be specially formulated with the RNA code of the individual!!!! Isn't that GREAT!!!! You're looking at me weird... are you still upset about that meeting I missed? Have you considered an enhancement to your size? I could formulate you some muscocartilage that could be placed in your physis and by stimulating the Endochondral ossification process, you would grow up to another foot tall at least. I've done that procedure at least a dozen, a few times... I'm sure it worked for them... now if you'll excuse me I need to design an adrenaline surge protector... no wait... I'm doing that one next week... this week I'm curing cancer... well, back to work..."
Matt starts humming the tune *Mary had a little lamb* while using small droppers to add liquid to a slidetray under the microscope. After one verse you hear him softly use lyrics instead of humming... "no more poison in our blood... in our blood... in our blood... no more toxins in our blood... the farmer in the dell..."
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Post by brute on Feb 28, 2006 0:45:55 GMT -5
Due to the total lack of acknowledgment, Matt walks back to his room wondering if there really was a room with people in it, or did he imagine it... either way... he's going to go work on his project.
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Post by brute on Feb 27, 2006 10:20:02 GMT -5
As the last photo is taken and the group has done thier introductions, the doorknob starts shaking. With everyone in defensive positions, the door is opened to reveal Matt struggling with his key card. Matt looks a little shockedly at the group and simply states "hmmm... either you guys are planning a suprise birthday party for me in my room... or this isn't my room. Incidentaly... today is not my birthday... but I appreciate the gesture." Matt is holding a chemistry kit in his right hand. As everyone stares at him wondering how he's able to chew soy-gum without choking on it, Matt looks around the room. Seeing the photography equipment; "HEY!! are you guys starting a slide show? What a great idea... we could like post pictures of our group... the first archaeological group to discover... uhmm... well I guess that wouldn't... I mean... well, anyways. If you want to take my picture, thats fine... but I'm afraid I have a little work to do. Life get's a little complicated when you have to determine how to allow chemical passage through the epidermi without effecting the Langerhous cells which I could do but I'd have to trick the lymph node because of COURSE the substance would not carry the proper oliosaccharides, and the substance would have to be an isotonic bond to allow the enzymes to properly cause a synthetic reaction in the mitochondria without damaging the PH range of the cell because as we all KNOW... too much CO2 in the cells will alter homeostasus causing the membranes to shrivel thus completely negating the enhancement to the phospholipids that I am currently working on... heh heh heh... you know... the cells... they would shrivel.... thats.... funny? heh... why are you all looking at me like that? Matt is breathing a little heavy... and still giggling at his own joke.
((are you all impressed? That long sentence is your taxes hard at work))
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Post by brute on Feb 26, 2006 12:36:01 GMT -5
((Sorry, missed the meeting... I stepped out for a bite to eat and sought to purchase a chem kit... when I get back I will check in on everyone before returning to my room to begin production of my newest idea. If asked, I have a valid passport.))
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Post by brute on Feb 24, 2006 23:34:18 GMT -5
Purchase a chemistry kit and start production fo the new formula that recently came to me. After working on it for about an hour, I'm gonna go out to get a soy-shake (Cherry) and eat a decent meal. I invite anyone who doesn't have anything better to do.
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