Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170425215246

The windows shatter, with Yumi's shots blasting out towards the open ocean. "You know, I think you might be a little angry right now. Maybe you should cool off." I fabricate the same M2 flamethrower from earlier and walk forward, a stream of solid carbon dioxide spewing from the tip. I cut off the flow and look around. Yumi seems to be rather cold, but still angry. One of her shots clips the tank, and it begins to vent carbon dioxide. I haphazardly squirm out of the harness and lob the whole thing at Yumi. Before it even hits her, I fabricate a special grenade and gently toss it over her shoulder. The grenade starts leaking a mix of marijuana smoke and LSD. I quickly fabricate a gas mask and shove it on my face.