More chat silliness
Wolff Dobson
I will post user-accessible chatlogs. You'll see.
6-445 team Dobinators: Here's where I think it's peachy that
you can only lose 150 rank per game.
6-445 team Corlan Ltd.: You're wearing your squeaky shoes,
and right there taking a snooze, is a FIREBOT, so how do you walk on
by? Silently, silently, silent... L-Y
BigEntrails-432 team Corlan Ltd.: The Dobinators save the (or
at least Hixie's) day again, by sniping my poor, innocent firebot who
never even hurt a fly for 4 damage, causing it to lose faith in its
internal workings and explode, resulting in a chain reaction
terminating eventually in the double suicide by its comrade in arms
(the hugging kind, not hurting) and much anguish for everyone
involved. In the end, the vile and evil and otherwise anagramical
executive of the dark black vile evilness survives to cackle like a
madman in the shadows.
Lastman-443 team Corlan Ltd.: <sound of panda>
another5way-440 team Wolff's Flying Tigers: Running out of
guys, but not out of chutzpah. I live yet!
Trisland-442 team Corlan Ltd.: Defense breach imminent.
Prepare to board explosive lifeboats.
Starship-430 team Corlan Ltd.: And that settles the final
rankings. We still have to go through the formalities of genocide,
I suppose.
Basic-437 team Hixie: Um.
Basic-437 team Carinda: mmMMMbread and stinky cheese.
Basic-436 team Corlan Ltd.: This is like the end of Butch
Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, except in this case the Sundance Kid is
a flag.