Post by Recoil on Oct 15, 2009 17:35:49 GMT -5
The area was huge. It was basically a giant arena, only naturally occurring in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. All Autobots and Decepticons, and human synthesizers for both sides, possible had gotten a message, saying that there was a priority one alert at this location, because the 'host' didn't think they would come otherwise. It was still there choice if they came or not, hopefully all who did come wanted to play. When they got here, the respective player on their side would brief them on what they were all doing here. Paint ball. James had orchestrated this whole thing, along with a little help. Of course, he did happen to have on the normal paint ball suit, to keep from having to be in pain from being hit. He planned on this being a free for all, and loving the idea of playing too.
Recoil was sitting in his normal robot mode, not bothering to hide himself. He had made this all possible, hacking into everything they would need. He was just waiting for everyone to show up. Slag, what's taking them all so long.
Cutlass sat still. He had recently gotten into battle, but he was fixed now. Like Recoil, James, and Garret, he had been outfitted with Paint weaponry. Since he didn't have to worry about killing anyone, he didn't have to cut out all sapient thought, and could thoroughly enjoy himself.
Garret sat down on the ground, he was wearing the body armor necessary for humans (and most techno organics) to keep from getting more than a small welt from being hit. He planned on playing dirty, but had already set up an alliance with Recoil. He didn't think Recoil would keep it, but planned on letting him try to take out as many as possible before detonating the remote paint explosive he had placed on Recoil's back. He didn't know Recoil had removed it, and changed it's frequency so he could set it off with his comm.
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Recoil was sitting in his normal robot mode, not bothering to hide himself. He had made this all possible, hacking into everything they would need. He was just waiting for everyone to show up. Slag, what's taking them all so long.
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Cutlass sat still. He had recently gotten into battle, but he was fixed now. Like Recoil, James, and Garret, he had been outfitted with Paint weaponry. Since he didn't have to worry about killing anyone, he didn't have to cut out all sapient thought, and could thoroughly enjoy himself.
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Garret sat down on the ground, he was wearing the body armor necessary for humans (and most techno organics) to keep from getting more than a small welt from being hit. He planned on playing dirty, but had already set up an alliance with Recoil. He didn't think Recoil would keep it, but planned on letting him try to take out as many as possible before detonating the remote paint explosive he had placed on Recoil's back. He didn't know Recoil had removed it, and changed it's frequency so he could set it off with his comm.