Serial Killer Round 21 -- GM is now Lizmichi { Game Over, Man! Game Over! }

[Tiny116]

*Wishes there were missle controls at his office terminal*
To..many Bad Puns....

Vote incoming.

@Element: Pease stab him again for me!
*Sends Element a Katana* (Special Delivery)

 

[The Zango]

Nice death Zirat, enjoy the JIB my friend.

Vote incoming.

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Hey I'm back!

 

[SteakHeart]

As am I!

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

YOU NEVER LEFT!

 

[SteakHeart]

Well, what else can you expect from a guy home sick with the cold?

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

...*sighs*... *starts digging entrenchments.*

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

*lays land mines* What are we preparing for?

 

[NeoAC]

*stretches barbed wire* Um......element's retaliation when he sees we're trying to ditch the killer?

YEEEAAAAAAAAH!

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

The killer. Make sure those mines are rigged for remote detonation. Four to a cluster and one detonator.
*Starts placing sand bags on the ground and screwing in sheets of platemetal for the walls.*
*Looks over to Neo* Good to have you with us, Captain.

 

[NeoAC]

Well you guys need a grizzled veteran who eventually has to sacrifice himself for the good of the platoon, so I guess I'm the only one qualified to fill that role. Now hand me some of that C4 there.

 

[SteakHeart]

Can I be the nerdy soldier?

 

[NeoAC]

@Brooklyn: Sure, you can be the nerdy one. Now come on Brooklyn! We've got us some preparing to do!

 

[SteakHeart]

Yessir! Where did I put the mustard gas recipe...

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Call me V! I'm the Quirky but serious commander of this ragtag group!
All right, boys! Place the automatic grenade launcher behind the lines. We'll man it in shifts! Neo and I will set up the Machine guns.

 

[SteakHeart]

Aha! *Raises canister* My recipe is exactly 24% more painful than the leading mustard gas brand! Need help with the machine guns?

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

*Pulls out bi-pod attaches it to machine gun* Nope! Get to work on our traps in case they break through the second line!
*Places shovel on hip and loads pistol* Let's do this.

 

[Icarion (aka Stockholm)]

I'll man the firing step Cap'n. *pats gun* I can down anyhting within 600 yards with this baby.

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Good man! But I'm a Commander.
*Pats back*
I may not look it but I've got it!

 

[SteakHeart]

*Setting up complicated booby-traps involving kerosene and lit matches*