"L.U.N.C.H."
Dec. 12th, 2002 02:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoWaiter there's an apple in my soup!
That's from a game we used for our improv troupe auditions..I figured that could stem into something...but iono...
-Random note from a Texan- [Mushwell]
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Hello? Hello?!
...
Terrible. Oh god, it was so terrible...
We left at 1300 from our Jumpsuit Operations and Breaching Systems into the streets. It was terrible, our stomachs ached, and I had to finger the Wartime Assault Lithium Laser Emission Taser in my back pocket. It was hell out there. We rushed through as each of us remembered: we had to reach the Critical Artillery Firing Event. We were getting pounded from above, the brightness, the noise all around... I felt my throat quickly dry as the High Explosive Anti Tank blared from overhead mercilessly against us.
"Look, over there!" shouted one of the group as he pointed over yonder while we were trudging through the mass. Yes, we found the place, and from the din of the noises, we could tell it was packed with troubles ahead. We had to wait it out until our Western Allied Intelligence Territorial Espionage Recon agent came to get us what we needed.
We stood through hell, but we were lucky: he came with that expression you'd expect all of his kind to have. Our person came for us, and he asked how many should be expected.
"Six," I stammered to him. He took it as and counted over me as though it was something rude, but we were dying out here! All of them are like that. He took us to a section and informed us of the availabilities.
I ordered a Ballistic Unguided Recoilless Gear-shift Energy Rifle. It seemed obvious that there would be some Firing Rack Intelligent Efficiency Systematic with it to help tide it over. All through my head, I kept reminding myself that we were going to make it, we were going to make it.
The Disposable Reusable Instant NeuroKilling Systems and we said a little something as they were handed around and took advantage of it. Just the using of it quenched my throat as it felt like things were starting to go easier.
But then the Multiple Entry Ammunition Lines came in, and while I was taking to what I had, one of us froze, and then we all froze as we looked down... and saw it. Immediately, the one who ordered it, Ben, looked down, and then stood up to say,
"Uh WAITER, there's an Advanced PinPoint Laser Explosive in my Synchronized Operative Uranium Phaser!"
He didn't hear. He must have put it there. Everything went wrong right there. We took what we had and started head out, but then he stopped us, and we told him what happened, and he was acting like it was a mistake. Yeah, sure, I'm sure it was! Sure.
We had to leave. He obviously knew too much. He demanded a Tactical Information Parcel, but we didn't bother, and that ticked him off further. He tried to catch us, but with what we had, we tried to get away. He caught almost all of us... except for me. I almost lost my stomach in the ensuing pursuit, but after I ducked into the Allied Living Leader EntrywaY, I was safe, though I still mourned the others. The blaring of the day continued as I tried to make it back home.
It was hell. The fact that I live to tell the tale says a lot for my luck. Whatever you do, though; take my word for it: don't do these sort of things with an full stomach; you might lose it from what you get to experience.
That's from a game we used for our improv troupe auditions..I figured that could stem into something...but iono...
-Random note from a Texan- [Mushwell]
Hello? Hello?!
...
Terrible. Oh god, it was so terrible...
We left at 1300 from our Jumpsuit Operations and Breaching Systems into the streets. It was terrible, our stomachs ached, and I had to finger the Wartime Assault Lithium Laser Emission Taser in my back pocket. It was hell out there. We rushed through as each of us remembered: we had to reach the Critical Artillery Firing Event. We were getting pounded from above, the brightness, the noise all around... I felt my throat quickly dry as the High Explosive Anti Tank blared from overhead mercilessly against us.
"Look, over there!" shouted one of the group as he pointed over yonder while we were trudging through the mass. Yes, we found the place, and from the din of the noises, we could tell it was packed with troubles ahead. We had to wait it out until our Western Allied Intelligence Territorial Espionage Recon agent came to get us what we needed.
We stood through hell, but we were lucky: he came with that expression you'd expect all of his kind to have. Our person came for us, and he asked how many should be expected.
"Six," I stammered to him. He took it as and counted over me as though it was something rude, but we were dying out here! All of them are like that. He took us to a section and informed us of the availabilities.
I ordered a Ballistic Unguided Recoilless Gear-shift Energy Rifle. It seemed obvious that there would be some Firing Rack Intelligent Efficiency Systematic with it to help tide it over. All through my head, I kept reminding myself that we were going to make it, we were going to make it.
The Disposable Reusable Instant NeuroKilling Systems and we said a little something as they were handed around and took advantage of it. Just the using of it quenched my throat as it felt like things were starting to go easier.
But then the Multiple Entry Ammunition Lines came in, and while I was taking to what I had, one of us froze, and then we all froze as we looked down... and saw it. Immediately, the one who ordered it, Ben, looked down, and then stood up to say,
"Uh WAITER, there's an Advanced PinPoint Laser Explosive in my Synchronized Operative Uranium Phaser!"
He didn't hear. He must have put it there. Everything went wrong right there. We took what we had and started head out, but then he stopped us, and we told him what happened, and he was acting like it was a mistake. Yeah, sure, I'm sure it was! Sure.
We had to leave. He obviously knew too much. He demanded a Tactical Information Parcel, but we didn't bother, and that ticked him off further. He tried to catch us, but with what we had, we tried to get away. He caught almost all of us... except for me. I almost lost my stomach in the ensuing pursuit, but after I ducked into the Allied Living Leader EntrywaY, I was safe, though I still mourned the others. The blaring of the day continued as I tried to make it back home.
It was hell. The fact that I live to tell the tale says a lot for my luck. Whatever you do, though; take my word for it: don't do these sort of things with an full stomach; you might lose it from what you get to experience.
