Re: Not Even a Sip

OOC -
Barf is currently heading for certain doom in the form of a giant gun
turret. He's been included in another post by a player.
Please can you make sure you are reading the other posts?
:)
~Becca~
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "linkfreak180"
<linkfreak180@...> wrote:
>
> Who: Barf Chucksome
> Where: Walking the hallways of Mk9's ship.
> When: After realizing the restroom's aren't sufficient for his needs.
> ---------
>
> Barf was looking forward to a nice, cold Mountain Dew. He was also
looking forward to no
> worries. This might actually be fitting for a vacation for once, he
thought. Unfortunately,
> it wasn't going to be any sort of vacation because Barf's sixth
sense kicked in, full blast.
> The danger was right behind him, but the moment he turned his head
to see what it was,
> his sixth sense turned off. "That's odd," Barf said out loud. Even
with his sixth sense not
> reacting, he wasn't about to trust that the danger was gone.
>
> After waiting for a while, Barf decided to keep walking. It wasn't
long until his sixth sense
> reacted again. This time, Barf new where it was coming from: it
was coming from within
> the ventalation systems, and it was moving like a predator. Barf
let out a sigh, turned
> around, and walked toward where the captin might be. He was really
looking forward to
> that Mountain Dew.
>
> Whatever this danger was, it was a critter, and critters need to be
handled with more than
> two hands, and the captin always needs to know. The anoying thing
about critters was
> that they presented a number of different dangerous senarios. Plus,
Barf just hated things
> that always moved twenty-four/seven, or whatever time zone that fit.
He didn't have
> trouble tracking them, it just gave him a headache. And something
told Barf that this
> critter was going to be a huge headache.
>