-is hit by a few bullets, they are slightly scattered- It seems, that whatever's creating you can't re-create the Accuracy of El Presidente and his personal bodyguards, nor the Fire within every Tropican's heart! -bayonet charges the Illusions-
this guy's just the same soldier who was going to get the Tropican Coffee
edited 25th May '12 3:45:55 PM by Olivetree
"You'd never do something as irrational as dying."That's Wolvington, the guy in the avvie.
(doesn't respond aside from incoherent mutterings)
(another faint chuckle) {You seem to prepare for an attack, Cloud. Do not worry. You are the dessert. Feel free to relax because(chuckle) this won't be over anytime soon.}
{Stupid human. So persistent(illusions disappear, but the pain stays)...}
edited 25th May '12 3:45:56 PM by FergardStratoavis
{Piss off. I've dealt with this before. -An image of him carving his own shoulder out with a knife unconsciously pops into his head- How are you any different?}
-to Daisy- Bring them here.
-Lights a candle with normal fire, then goes back to his defensive position-
edited 25th May '12 3:48:54 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist{I don't play by the rules you made(chuckle). And it seems you don't have the power... or maybe even motivation to come up and save the weaker ones...}
(Something from the shadows tackles Daisy. It appears to be a giant, bloodthirsty Houndoom, afflicted with rabies to make things worse)
{Thinking that some candles will stop the darkness of the Abyss. Only human would come up with such a foolish plan...(the room darkens again, much faster, devouring all but one candle and turning it into a small point)}
(chuckles from the shadows)
Leave me be... Leave me be, undead creature... I don't want to die... I don't want to die...
edited 25th May '12 3:52:39 PM by FergardStratoavis
The entire room immediately filled with swords, 48 of them, all glowing with power and lighting up the room.
The Grand Master had finished meditating. The Grand Master's body seemed to be glowing with the same blue light, his eyes seeming to be made of them.
"What's happening?"
No god modding, just very, very hard to kill
edited 25th May '12 3:57:26 PM by gameknight102xx
-lightly slaps Wolvington across the face with Lagann-
Get a grip, I'm still the same alive human I was a few minutes ago, just in a giant face. Whatever you're seeing is just a mind trick being played on us by someone.
(to the Grand Master) You hear that?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

-thinking back to his father, a Philosopher in Tropico- I saw with my own eyes that you left, you are not real, if you be real then you would of shot me by now, El Presidente doesn't take this long with an execution, and he never used Comrade after taking power. -stands by the Tropican Coffee Crate- And you're not going to shoot at your own produce -takes cover-
edited 25th May '12 3:38:18 PM by Olivetree
"You'd never do something as irrational as dying."