Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-38232361-20191219131106

(It normaly costs 2000 on their website, and 1200 at Walmart. But with my holiday employee discount, I only payed 800 bucks. So far it runs Ark: Survival Evolved at 150 fps on the highest settings, TF2 on highest at 200 fps, I'll have to download more games from my steam library for more tests.)

After helping their punkish comrade out and up, the lone female of the troop did a double take when she saw the Wererabbit before clasping her hands in front of her mouth to suppress her squealing, her tail perked straight up.

"EEEEEEEE! Oh my Hades! Is it really the Left-Hook Louie?!"

"Gak! Pfft! What are you going off about?" The punk chokes and sputters some of A's saliva out of his mouth.

"Quiet you! Nerdly, how's my hair? Does my makeup look cakey anywhere?"

"It looks fine, but my name isn't"

"SHHHH! Eheheheh… Ahem, It's very nice to meet the Champion of Underworld Mr. Lefty. Uh, can I call you Louie please?"

Lulu looks up to Theo with a confused look over all this, still cowering behind his legs. "Nerdly" rolls his eyes before getting them back on track.

"Aaaaanyways… We are representatives of Nine Rings Attorneys at Law, and our employer Vernatoth is currently acting as legal counsel for the defendant Roxanne M. Flanni-"

"Roxy's here?! Where?! Where is she?!" Lulu blurted out without warning.

MEANWHILE

"His heartrate is spiking! We're loosing him!" The Dark Priest yells, unplugging the blood transfusion device once every last drop of blood and mystery substance has been swapped for highly regenerative Ushi-Oni Blood.

The gremlin then takes the tube of aggressive red goop and inserts it into another device, one that drains the contents into an incinerator at a speed too fast for it to react and attempt an escape till there was a sample big enough to run tests on, but small enough to pose no threat of escaping. Camilla tries to kep her cool and not panic as she then changes position to straddle him, her face in line with his.

"Steven, please wake up! Don't leave me alone again..." she begs his unconscious body, kissing him on his slowly reforming lips and pouring more of her demonic energy into him.

Inside his mind, if Sargent Rodgers tried hard enough, he could hear Millie's whispering voice calling to him from the door on the other side of the room as the one with he phantoms of his family, begging him to come back.

"Please wake up... please..."

MEANWHILE

Roxy blinks a few times and blushes at the tiny sugar people singing praise and making offerings to her. though one of the sugar people children started to feel a little bold and blew raspberries at the demon, only to get scolded and hurriedly dragged away by its mother. Roxy then slowly begins to eat her ice-cream as she stares at the little village, taking her mind off them briefly as she experiences the wonders of frozen dairy mixed with marshmallows, chocolate and nuts.

"Mmm, so this is what chocolate tastes like... master never let me try any... whether I was a dog or a mamon-..."

Roxy clutched her gut and mouth as some of the worst pain she ever felt in her life ravaged her stomach's insides.

"NNNNF!"

MEANWHILE

"Hehehe, no doubts about that. Though his mother is caught between being worried about what kind of young werecroc girly he'll be bringing back, and if he'll even be coming back..."

He then began to remember something a little more somber as they drove, a certain member of their old crew as he spotted a certain gated off field with hundreds of white rectangles dotting it all over.

"... hey, why don't we visit Ol' Riptide on the way back... for old times' sake? I still got a bottle of his favorite in a crate in the back..."

MEANWHILE

"...Jack..." Bones says calmly with a deadpan look between his subordinate's panicking rants.

"Jack... JACK!"

When he finally get the ghoul's attention, he simply raises both hands before they pop off, letting the cuffs drop off him and into his lap soundlessly before he reattaches his boney hands to his wrists.

"We're undead Jack... and some of us are too rotten to the core for "Reeducation"..."

Many of the other goons followed their bosses lead, removing and replacing limbs silently as to not alert the guards of their ability to escape their restraints, Manu simply transforming into a pile of sand and bandages before reshaping himself into a cuff free mummy.

"Why don't we take a "break" driver?" The boss calls out, keeping his hands out of sight to prevent revealing their escape while making a kill gesture to Jack, "Derrick gets car sick REAL BAD... might have to make a little 'detour' for a bit..."

MEANWHILE

The Valkyrie field reporter nods as she holds up an ear piece, "Yes Kaari, police have yet to identify the vigilantes responsible for disarming the bombs put on innocent civilians AND for arresting the Gang of None other than undead mob boss, Bones Malones. The only evidence of their Identities are massive piles of broken volcanic glass and an invitation to a tea party at, and I quote, 'Super Duper Secret Base'."