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originally posted in:The Roleplay League
10/18/2015 5:24:11 PM
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"Actually, I need you to shove the hammer down the barrel of this turret. It may explode but..."
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Edited by WBU39: 10/18/2015 5:32:45 PM"You really need to distance yourself from Cayde-6, he's terrible influence" Wade said as he shoved the hammer's hilt into the barrel. "You sure about this? It's your face that's on the line"
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"Well, there's about a 22% chance the turret doesn't explode" said Trost, as he aimed the turret at the skiff. "I like those odds." [i]As Trost fired the hammer at the ketch, the turret exploded in his face, sending him flying backwards into the stands. But the hammer of sol shot towards the ketch, ripping through the hall and sending it crashing into the ruins of Boston. Dazed, Trost stood up. His helmet was cracked, and his armor was burnt, but otherwise he was fine.[/i] "See? I knew it would work" mumbled Trost, who was still a bit stunned from the explosion
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"Well, that backfired hard" Wade said laughing hysterically. "You look hammered" he continued with the horrible puns and kept laughing
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"Hey, it worked, right? One of my best ideas yet" Said Trost, still laughing at Wade's awful puns. But then Trost turned serious. "Wade, thanks for the help today. If not for you showing up, I could be dead." Trost then returned to his normal, joking mood and said, "Hey, when we get back to the tower, drinks are on me. Then we can really get hammered." END
