The Temp bunker

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steven gambee said:
Aerow said:
outgum said:
Here we go....

Bunker.jpg


We should be ok...
Phew, we are safe...for now atleast...
it the mountain range, i'll hide a ROM and they'll go running...wish me luck

God Speed man god speed

HE GUNNA DIE
 
steven gambee said:
It's burried...hehe theyve been kip rolled
It wasn't so bad, except the only way out being Alt Ctrl Del... but yeah, I've sat through Mudkip insane edition, I am now immune to how annoying it is..
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outgum said:
Cuber said:
steven gambee said:
It's burried...hehe theyve been kip rolled
It wasn't so bad, except the only way out being Alt Ctrl Del... but yeah, I've sat through Mudkip insane edition, I am now immune to how annoying it is..
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SRSLY?! your insane!
Yep, that video drove me insane to the point of insane laughter (Seriously).

I shall never be the same again...
 
*red lights in the corners of the round bunker begin turning as a klaxon alarm sounds, reverberating in the concrete capsule. The front door creaks open and a ragged solder bursts in*

AIR DROP! CLEAR THE LZ!

*He grabs a hand crank from stowage beneath one of the cots and sets it into a square hole in the wall, turning the gears with a mighty heave
Slowly a crack forms in the ceiling of the bunker as two concrete halves of the roof part, opening to the rainy skies. The sound of an approaching helicopter replaces the deafening alarm.*


CATBOY! Get those people clear of the drop zone!

*he visciously nods his head at the cluster of cots small TVs and game consoles that had become the communal area over the past week.
The massive rotors of the helo come into view and the downdraft of wind scatters sheets and papers around the room, as people scramble to separate connections, unplug electrical extensions and hustle the consoles and cots away. Letters printed across the bottom of the dual-rotor chopper come into view
"EoF" and dangling beneath is a cargo net stuffed full of emergency provisions. As catboy is scooping up the last of the outlet multipliers the chinhook drops it's payload net into the chamber. Franticly the catboy scrambles to get out of the way of the falling cargo, but his claws find no purchase on the concrete floor. When a hundred bags of cheezy poofs hit the floor, the catboy is trapped beneath them.*


*With a huff the soldier strides over to the pile and uncovers catboy's head, holding the bag of poofs that was covering his face*

Good job cat.

You didn't let my bag get all smooshed.
 
outgum said:
...Oh btw... I kinda enhanced our Agumon....

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Just watch out... i think he is kinda bloodthirsty now...
Cool!

...but just wait for the noobs retalitating with excessive "GIMMIE A FAT SKULLG REYMON! !!11!!!S!!!" comments... p=(-_-)
 
Vulpes Abnocto said:
*red lights in the corners of the round bunker begin turning as a klaxon alarm sounds, reverberating in the concrete capsule. The front door creaks open and a ragged solder bursts in*

AIR DROP! CLEAR THE LZ!

*He grabs a hand crank from stowage beneath one of the cots and sets it into a square hole in the wall, turning the gears with a mighty heave
Slowly a crack forms in the ceiling of the bunker as two concrete halves of the roof part, opening to the rainy skies. The sound of an approaching helicopter replaces the deafening alarm.*


CATBOY! Get those people clear of the drop zone!

*he visciously nods his head at the cluster of cots small TVs and game consoles that had become the communal area over the past week.
The massive rotors of the helo come into view and the downdraft of wind scatters sheets and papers around the room, as people scramble to separate connections, unplug electrical extensions and hustle the consoles and cots away. Letters printed across the bottom of the dual-rotor chopper come into view
"EoF" and dangling beneath is a cargo net stuffed full of emergency provisions. As catboy is scooping up the last of the outlet multipliers the chinhook drops it's payload net into the chamber. Franticly the catboy scrambles to get out of the way of the falling cargo, but his claws find no purchase on the concrete floor. When a hundred bags of cheezy poofs hit the floor, the catboy is trapped beneath them.*


*With a huff the soldier strides over to the pile and uncovers catboy's head, holding the bag of poofs that was covering his face*

Good job cat.

You didn't let my bag get all smooshed.

MUNCHIES!!!

*dives for them*
 
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Jeeeeesus christ.....
We in for a hell of a week!

On the plus side!
CHEESY POOFS!!!!
GIVE MEEEEEEE
 

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