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4/21/2015 12:16:17 AM
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I'd be intimidated if you could actually hit me, though it seems accuracy isn't your strong suit.
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Me:"The hell was that?" Minerva:"It doesn't matter, just keep firing!" Me:"I wish we'd get a long enough break to merge the AI memory with mine so I can have this situation explained." Minerva: "Shut up and aim."
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[spoiler]LOL I like her[/spoiler] They come at you furiously.
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*As they close in, I begin grabbing them and using them as melee clubs* *Minerva sprays patches of ice, flames, and acid on the ground, injuring most of the enemies that try to walk through it.*
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Lackeys? Huh? Never get a rest... *I lie down on the ground and aim through my scope* *I cough and distort my aim* Dammit... *I steady it again*
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The lackeys flood up the stairs and pour into the throne room. Suddenly the whole place shakes and the lights turn red. There is a gnashing of teeth, howls, screams and the aura of the castle turns dark and foreboding.
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... Could've knocked, first. *I fire at the lackys, picking off a number of them*
