Chuck: "Yyyyyup. That was us. But anyway, let's start at the beginning..."
~sighs~
"See, it started when I invited Mitch to have a drink with me, since he just came back from a really hard job. So we decided to go to this awesome space-bar in lower New Manhattan together. It was really funky looking, Neon lights and lasers everywhere. We sat down and had a pretty good time at first. But then we kind of got daring, and, um... might or might not have each ordered a shot of watered-down Ryncol. Things got... out of hand from there." >_<
~looks at Mitch~
Natascha: "Vhy you do not abolish dumb rule?"
Mitch: I denied the Ryncol at first. But eventually I drank it. Not because Chuck pressured me into it, but because the ryncol was melting the glass.
...I have never experienced such a pain in my life. It felt like my insides were on fire, melting, and being mashed at the same time. So I basically screamed my lungs out, and that panicked everyone. That's when I found out that the don of the Robot Mafia and his henchmen were there. And as it turns out, one of their rivals were the "Screamin' Demons", a mix of humans and nonhumans who preclude their attacks with vicarious screaming.
Shots were fired.
edited 16th Mar '13 3:27:32 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Chuck: "By them. At us. Luckily, Mitch and I are impervious to such minor things as Bullets. And by "Mitch and I" I mean his Armor and my Pangolin Energy Shield. We were about to fire back, but then we remembered that pumping Robots full with lead would be totally redundant and pointless. Instead, I dived behind the bar, grabbed the remaining bottle of Ryncol, and sprayed the Don and his men with it while Mitch and I absconded as quickly as possible."
"...you won't believe what we found in the parking lot..."
Mitch: ...it was the Screaming Demons.
Who were running towards us with various close-range death implements. Apparently they actually were going to try and kill the Don, but when they heard my ryncol-induced flames, they got spooked and charged.
And the Robot Mafia was pissed off. Hurt, yes, but not dead.
Coincidentally, we also found a parked hovertank in the parking lot.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Chuck: "Yep. So we did our best to not get killed and hijacked said Hovertank. Good thing those babies don't need keys once you managed to get inside."
"Mitch took the driver's seat, I manned the cannon, and we took off into the direction of the Industrial District, with the Robot Mafia and the Screaming Devils on our asses. I tried to shoot at them, but it turned out the Tank's cannon didn't fire explosive rounds or anything like that..." >_<
Natascha: ~nods~
edited 16th Mar '13 3:54:07 PM by LeChuck4

Imca : ... Popcorn?