((ooc: Bahness! *ooh! New word! Go me!
* I is too confused about what's going on...so is just gonna... do something to get me role going...or something
))
Jammer's eyes widen in joy as he heard the public announcement for the heavy weaponry door being open.
Jammer: "Hallelujah! Thank you, Odd, you've made my day! Bless thee!..or some shit like that...Heh, now I'm gonna go get myself some heavy weaponry!"
Jammer rubs his hand together and dashed for the now open doors of the weaponry.
After ebtering his employee code to the panel on the door, he could hear the rattling inside the doors, as the locks opend one at a time. The massive doors flung open and Jammer peeked inside, seeing the whole room full of armor vendos, rare and powerful guns and melee weapons.
Jammer:"...I think I'm in heaven!"
He rushed to the nearest gun and picked it up,
Jammer:"
The Blitzpacker 5000?! I never even dreamed of getting my hand on one of these beauties...! I'll be taking this one, thank you very much.. hehheh! Now for some ammo..."
Jammer gathers some ammo and goes to the melee weapons.
Jammer:"I could use a baton too...let's see now..."
He eyes all the possible ones and decides to take the largest one.
Jammer: "This'll do for now. Last, but not least, the armour...!"
He ran to the armour vendo and pushed the red button on it, soon finding himself totally armoured.
Jammer:"...sweet! I'm off to hunt for some muds!"
He ran out of the room, the doors closing frimly behind him as he left. He ran past the Stockyard gates, ignoring the sounds coming from there. On his way to ((ooc: Muse's brain: "Beep! Shortcut!"))
somewhere, he encountered a group of native mudokons, all armed with Spoocebows and tomahawks.
Jammer: "Freeze you green bastards! Give yourself in or I'll pump you full of lead!"
Random mudokon: "Die you slig scum! Mudokon freedom!!"
The mudokon archers loaded their bows and fired at Jammer, while the tomahawkers rushed at Jammer for the kill. Most of the spooce the archers shot bounced right off the armour, some did only little damage.
Jammer ignored this and grinned to himself.
Jammer:"...you asked for this..."
He opened fire at the mudokons, watching how the bullets teared apart the tomahawkers. Blood and gore spilled to the ground as he finished. The archers were standing on the background, looking dumfounded and horrified. Jammer raised his gun and aimed at the mudokons.
Random Archer: "RETREAT!!"
The archers stared running away from Jammer, but one by one, they started dropping dead on the cement floor, their eyes reflecting the horror of seeing their comrades being torn apart by a heil of bullets.
Jammer was satisfied.