Outsidey the bigy tunnely typey thingy

OOC - I can't do shakesperian to save my life either, I'm just making
it all up as does my character ;)
Rpg:
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Who: Alota and Shakespeare.
Where: Outside tunnel.
When: Who can tell?
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"When we continue we have to be carefull, fulling down two holes in
one days is bad enough, I can't be asked to fall through another few.
By the way before you came after me did Harris and White Wolf return?"
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Shakespeare drew in a deep breath, slightly worn out from his
headbashing.
"Why yes, Harris and thy good capatain certainly returned
henceforth. Thy other news ith good's opposite, however."
"Really? What went wrong?" asked Alota, slighlty concerned, and
much more glad that she was finding it slightly easier to understand
Shakespeare now.
"Thou pilot supreme, Mr. Chrysler, hath been whisked away to
regions unknown by creatures of spandex and disco lights. We are
perplexed to where they hath taken thy fellow. Harris wath brougth
in unconscious by tribal elder, who claim that thou community ith
much thy same as ours. Streetgangs and muggings aplenty. Whitewolf
wath fine last time I but saw him, though I fear for our team," said
Sahkespeare shaking his head.
"Why?" queried Alota, the concern growing more.
"Before I managed to trap ourselves down pit disgusting and
squeclhing, I heard but a loud ruckus, and sounds of fighting
extreme. I tried to make ways to thy sceneth, but found myself at
pits bottom and about to be flattened by rocks many," he said. "So I
am clueless as to current standings. They hath Keto though, so
things should be agreeable."
"Which leaves the question of," said Alota standing up from her
seat, "Where the hell are we at the moment?"
Shakespeare stood up and looked at the landscape. they were out of
the tunnel, but now in part of the forest. In front of them were
three separate routes, all leadign deeper into the new area of forest
they had found. The tunnel lead out of a large stone like cliff and
looking upwards was blocked by a large canopy of trees. They
couldn't go back into the tunnel, with all the squelching things, and
they couldnt' go round the sides of the rock due to think undergrowth.
"Waiteth second of one," said Shakespeare, suddenly a little sacred.
"What is it, William?"
"Isn't this thy same forest with beasties and blood?"
Alota quickly placed a hand on her gun.
"It could be," she said, her eyes darting left and right.
"Oh poop," said Shakespeare.
He pulled out his bazookoid and stood in a ready positon holding
it, trembling.
After about ten minutes, they relaxed slightly.
"I guess we aren't," Alota said breaking the silence. They lowered
their guns and looked at the three routes in front of them.
"Paths of three, way's unknown, which to choose?" Shakespeare
wondered.
"Well doc, I think we should take..."
<back to you Alota :D (I'm liking this thread)>
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Krtyen: Is it a wibbly thing, or a swirly thing?
Cat: Well at this early stage I'd hate to commit myself and wind up
looking a fool.
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