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army : throw flash + rush b
me : continue work on APC

Resume training. This was clearly a prank and I overreacted.

forget how to breathe
« Last Edit: July 31, 2017, 07:19:01 PM by TheMrDoors »

I ENGAGE IN MELEE COMBAT WITH THE ARMY OF FILTHY HERETICS!

that wasnt what i meant by drunken rockets
i meant the weapon called drunken rockets
that shoots 4 rockets at once
and its kinda inaccurate


that wasnt what i meant by drunken rockets
i meant the weapon called drunken rockets



i try to revive myself by the medkit failbros used

wasting a medkit like that jesus what an idiot

fire a flare at the heretics

Attempt to inflict a headache against ZeUberMedic.

*Get out of My Sherman, Then Throw a Little Russian Tankist onto the ground*

"Dodge this!"

Launch a rocket with a glass tube containing the black plague
« Last Edit: August 01, 2017, 02:43:27 AM by ZeÜberMedic! »

Tuevon enters Testing Room 4, an windowless, empty room with white tiles and white panel lights on the ceiling, floors and walls.  In the middle of the room is a table with five vials on it, each one with a printed label.

1. Aggression
2. Pacifying
3. Guarding
4. Productivity
5. Mating


Additionally, there are five corresponding atomizers.

Tuevon looks over the labels and cringes at the last one.  "Well, it's for science..."

Tuevon would then empty each one into the atomizers without respiratory, vision or hearing protection and spray it into the air over himself, being sure to inhale it as well, to see whether each one would have an effect on him or not.

I command legendary warlock HulkHoganWWFWorldChampion to wrestle that heretic voodoo priest forget to the ground