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Edited by Alba:
4/24/2015 10:58:02 AM
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[spoiler]Damn! Dat alien got fooked bruh. If you want ill fill role for interrogation. [/spoiler]
[b]Some of the crowd think the alien is dead they towards the bots. They grab market stalls panels and use them as shields they rush forwards like a savage tribe. They crash shields with the bots, kicking and shoving the bots slighty stagger they people start to fling bits of metal over the shields they are using. They are clearly not going to win but the ones left show no fear. [/b]
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*Freddy looks through a security camera* Intercom: Final chance to surrender...
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[b]Most of them are knocked out. But one shouts with all his strength.[/b] [b]His hood covers his face.[/b] "Your to late!" [b]He falls to his knees entering a coughing fit. [/b]
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*Freddy stares at the screen with a straight face* Intercom: Well you had your chance... *freddy types a code, and leaves the chair and room* *The Bots pull out rifles and aim in a straight line, other bots prepare tear gas and flash bangs behind*
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Edited by Murph Tha Smurf: 4/24/2015 2:39:06 PM*the area falls under fire by a singular man with a Caelondian mortar, but the shells are loaded with a knockout gas instead of explosives*
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[b]The gases cover the area. Some begin to fall unconscious from the gass, the topple like flies. [/b]
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"Right on target..." *he says to himself*
