Ok so everybody's at the Doghouse, i'd to have everyone post an intro into the Doghouse before we start any back and forth.
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EPISODE 2: HOME SWEET HELL
0600 HOURS
CNN
"Breaking News outside of Washington DC tonight as an incident has occured at an illegal rave at St. Elizabeth Hospital, an abandoned medical facility since the 1970s," the blond news anchorwoman reports, "reports and sources indicate the involvement of one Walter Ashmore, heir to the Ashmore Congolmerate Corporation, as well as several high valued mutants. Eye witnesses report a vehicle owned by Mr. Ashmore, thus placing him at the scene."
0700 HOURS
ASHMORE CONGOLMERATE HQ- NEW YORK CITY
"As CEO of Ashmore Congolmerate, and as Walter's own mother, I vow the American people that I will assist the authorities in finding my son, and the mutants responsible for such an unnecessary tragedy," a beautiful blond woman in a crisp blue pinstripe business suit announced to the world and wiped away a tear rolling down her make-up caked cheek with her breast pocket handkerchief,
"So as of 6:30, my husband, our advisors, and myself have been hair at work trying to design some kind of mutant deterrent in the event that a crime against humanity of this magnitude shall never happen again, and all of America shall be updated as our plans progress, thank you and God bless America,"
0800 HOURS
THE DOGHOUSE
WALTER
The shirtless young man awoke with a jolt and a grunt of pain in his chest as he rolled over, but was surprised when he fell and hit such cold, hard concrete.
"ow," he moaned and grunted as he struggled to stand up, his vision was groggy, so it took his eyes to adjust. Where once he was at the rave, dealing with the humans who attacked and killed damn near everybody around him, now he was in a very dim, very black cell.
It was maybe ten feet wide and seven feet high, a black toilet sat unused in one corner, next to which was a bunk bed, a figure was looking half dead on the bottom bunk, and there was a metal sign with a list of rules drilled into the wall.
Turning around as sounds were starting to come back to him, Walter pressed up against the metal bars, a look of abject terror stricken upon his face as screams of mercy and pleas for help echoed down the cell block.
And soon he would join in...
0600 HOURS
CNN
"Breaking News outside of Washington DC tonight as an incident has occured at an illegal rave at St. Elizabeth Hospital, an abandoned medical facility since the 1970s," the blond news anchorwoman reports, "reports and sources indicate the involvement of one Walter Ashmore, heir to the Ashmore Congolmerate Corporation, as well as several high valued mutants. Eye witnesses report a vehicle owned by Mr. Ashmore, thus placing him at the scene."
0700 HOURS
ASHMORE CONGOLMERATE HQ- NEW YORK CITY
"As CEO of Ashmore Congolmerate, and as Walter's own mother, I vow the American people that I will assist the authorities in finding my son, and the mutants responsible for such an unnecessary tragedy," a beautiful blond woman in a crisp blue pinstripe business suit announced to the world and wiped away a tear rolling down her make-up caked cheek with her breast pocket handkerchief,
"So as of 6:30, my husband, our advisors, and myself have been hair at work trying to design some kind of mutant deterrent in the event that a crime against humanity of this magnitude shall never happen again, and all of America shall be updated as our plans progress, thank you and God bless America,"
0800 HOURS
THE DOGHOUSE
WALTER
The shirtless young man awoke with a jolt and a grunt of pain in his chest as he rolled over, but was surprised when he fell and hit such cold, hard concrete.
"ow," he moaned and grunted as he struggled to stand up, his vision was groggy, so it took his eyes to adjust. Where once he was at the rave, dealing with the humans who attacked and killed damn near everybody around him, now he was in a very dim, very black cell.
It was maybe ten feet wide and seven feet high, a black toilet sat unused in one corner, next to which was a bunk bed, a figure was looking half dead on the bottom bunk, and there was a metal sign with a list of rules drilled into the wall.
Turning around as sounds were starting to come back to him, Walter pressed up against the metal bars, a look of abject terror stricken upon his face as screams of mercy and pleas for help echoed down the cell block.
And soon he would join in...
Ok sounds like a plan
Please don't die on me :/
All we need is one more post from Gisk and Knight of Doom and then we can start heading to the Doghouse
They have tranquilizers that can take down elephants, I mentioned that when I made their cs stuff. I was imagining an epic yet quick battle between the two sides, but now let's just get this over with
We're waiting on everyone. I'm leaving it up to everyone to get scooped up.
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How can you post in the doghouse if your still at the rave shooting? There's supposed to be characters setting up the status quo in there for the main group to come in, but we have to finish one thing before we start the next
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