Big RAF VII-Game Over!

[Sparticus]

mathgrant, dethwing, Trojan Horse, Chuck, Duphrates, Lepton, and kevinatilusa all join together and go on a hunting trip. All in unison, they aim their guns for the heavens and fire at various particles in the air. Naturally, most of them miss. Oh, well. They're not exactly marksmen. Lepton's performance is so horrible that when he missed the air, the bullet hit the ground. kevinatilusa is the only one who hit a passing cloud by accident.
mathgrant, dethwing, Trojan Horse, Chuck, Duphrates, Lepton, and kevinatilusa shoot the air.

cuban smoker is lying on the beach, soaking in the sun. Casually, he pulls out his wild yak, points it up, and with a thunderous "YAAAAAAKKKK!!!!!" the wild yak detonates. Content, cuban smoker pulls out a cigar, lights it...

KABOOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Poor cuban smoker has been smoked. A scent of TNT is in the air. Madmax, avid member of Save Our Wild Yaks, walks along, whistling happily yet innocently.
cuban smoker shoots the air. Madmax shoots cuban smoker.

Meanwhile, Kazooish is standing in the middle of a field. He looks around dazedly, not doing much. He is completely unaware of the events around him. So, it wasn't that difficult for mikegoo to sneak up behind him, aim his gun, and fire. Point blank. mikegoo is so happy at his success that he does not hear the footsteps of Faeriefire behind him. She sneaks up, aims her gun, and fires. Point blank. Feeling proud of herself as well, she walks away from the carnage. From 300 meters away, a very vague form of Highest Prime could be made out. Using his Barret Light .50 caliber sniper rifle, he breathes in, holds his breath, and with a whoosh of breath he pulls the trigger. Satisfied with the results, Highest Prime exits the scene before getting caught.
mikegoo shoots Kazooish. Faeriefire shoots mikegoo. Highest Prime shoots Faeriefire.

mathgrant and Co. are returning from their hunting trip. The Cruciverbalist, an air particle rightist, cries bloody murder and charges for mathgrant. The unexpecting mathgrant blubbers in fear and tries to pull out his gun, but before he knows it, The Cruciverbalist is on him. In a few seconds, it's over. The Cruciverbalist escapes before he is caught
The Cruciverbalist shoots mathgrant

The survivors of the day's carnage look around for MacadamiamaN, who seems to be missing. Odd, no one had heard from him previously. Finally, he is found stacked on top of the bodies of mikegoo, Kazooish, and Faeriefire. A note is stuck on him: "VinnyQ was here..."
VinnyQ shoots MacadamiamaN

Sparticus, Mackay, Polotet, and Vegtable2001 look at each other and begin to weep over the deaths that have occurred. They simply can't last another day of this. So, they pull out their guns, aim for their own heads, and end it.
Sparticus, Mackay, Polotet, and Vegtable2001 shoot self

It is now Round 2. Send your choices.

[This message has been edited by Sparticus (edited 05-28-2003 05:03 PM).]

[The DogPack]

5-way RPS, Love it

[This message has been edited by The DogPack (edited 05-28-2003 06:06 PM).]

[Highest Prime]

Hoo-hah! As a RAF rookie, I accomplished my first and only goal; namely, "Survive Round 1."

So ... everyone, feel free to shoot me now. (Or maybe ... just maybe ... I'm just saying that in order to then shoot myself and kill you all! Muhahahahaha!!!)

[Sparticus]

Received 4/10 choices.

[Sparticus]

One left to receive, so I'll send a reminder e-mail.

[Sparticus]

Instituting a deadline, June 2, 4:00 PM GL time.

[Lepton]

Ding!

[Vinny]

Eat that, MacNut! hahahahahhahahahahah!

[Sparticus]

Unsatisfied with the previous results, kevinatilusa, Trojan Horse, Duphrates, Chuck, and Lepton return to their hunting trip. They join forces, aim their guns high, and shoot at those poor air particles again. With frustration from their previous failures, most miss yet again. How unfortunate. Once again, kevinatilusa is the only one to hit a cloud. This time, though, it was a purposeful shot.
kevinatilusa, Trojan Horse, Duphrates, Chuck, and Lepton shoot air

Creeping in silence, The Cruciverbalist looks vengefully at kevinatilusa. As it turns out, The Cruciverbalist happens to be a cloud rightist, as well as an air particle rightist. CV charges for kevinatilusa, shrieking bloody murder. kevinatilusa protests most vehemently, but too late. kevinatilusa lies inert on the ground, and CV flees.
The Cruciverbalist shoots kevinatilusa

Chuck seems rather satisfied with the results of the second hunting trip, even though he missed the air particles. He helps himself to a nice cold can of Coca-Cola. He comsumes the can in one gulp. Suddenly, his face starts turning green. Becoming dizzy, he falls on his back on the ground and starts up-"Chuck"ing. He chokes on his own vomit. Curiously, Madmax happens along, whistling contently yet innocently.
Madmax shoots Chuck

Highest Prime inspects the corpse of Faeriefire and realizes what just happened. "No, I thought you were Gary Fyre, not Faeriefire! I shot the wrong person!" Overcome with grief, Highest Prime drops his sniper rifle, pulls out his .22, and shoots himself in the head.
Highest Prime shoots self

VinnyQ and dethwing are staring each other down, intent on shooting the other. "All right, on the count of three, draw, okay?" "Okay." "One...two..." Before "three" is reached, both VinnyQ and dethwing draw their guns, expecting to outshoot the other. They both fire. Unfortunately, they both also drew their guns backwards, consequently shooting themselves.
VinnyQ and dethwing shoot self

It is now Round 3. Send your choices.

[Watchful Crowd]

~cheers~

code:

---

L      EEEEE  PPPP   TTTTT    OO   N   N


L      E      P   P    T     O  O  NN  N


L      EEE    PPPP     T     O  O  N N N


L      E      P        T     O  O  N  NN


LLLLL  EEEEE  P        T      OO   N   N

---

[Dead Vinny]

oops

[PhantasyStarOnline]

Silly Vinny, you drew your gun backwards! ::laughs::

[Lepton]

bump

[Sparticus]

In the final round of hunting, all five of the remaining participants go out for one last session. MadMax, Duphrates, The Cruciverbalist, Trojan Horse, and Lepton walk out in the woods, socializing all the way. They are paying little attention to their guns, so they are completely unaware of the fact that all of the guns are holstered backwards. All, that is, except for MadMax. She walks along, whistling sweetly, yet innocently.

"Okay, are we all ready?" shouts The Cruciverbalist, although he has ulterior motives. Distraught over the deaths caused by his efforts to save the air particles, he has full intention of shooting himself. Without looking at his gun, he turns it backwards, not knowing that it was already backwards.

"Ready!" replies the rest of the group. On the count of three, all five of them draw their guns and fire. Lepton, Trojan Horse, and Duphrates draw their guns and fire, shooting themselves. MadMax does not draw her gun, and she expects The Cruciverbalist to shoot himself, just like the others did. However, The Cruciverbalist draws his gun correctly and just happens to be aiming at MadMax. On reflex, he fires before he realizes that his gun is pointing away from him. MadMax takes the bullet, leaving The Cruciverbalist standing triumphantly, although perhaps a bit dissatisfied.
Lepton, Trojan Horse, Duphrates, and The Cruciverbalist shoot self. MadMax shoots The Cruciverbalist.

Congratulations to The Cruciverbalist, the Big RAF VII Champion!

[Duphrates]

Blimey, that was all over with quickly.....Congrats CV .

[The Cruciverbalist]

Umm... Yay?

[Lepton]

Yay you!

[MadMax]

Wow......Well done mate
I was going to shoot myself and we all would have died.

[The Cruciverbalist]

Yeah, I figured that people would analyze the previous rounds and spot me as one of the main aggressors, and I counted on at least one person to try and take me out.

So, does this mean I can mod the next one?

[MadMax]

Count on me to fill the role........Well done C.

Go 4 it. Enjoy being the mod. I will play.