ooc: i'll leave it to a more experienced forumer to answer you, but yes, I think you'll be able to.
A huge crash shook the entire shaft.
Goresplatter: What the f*** was that?! Has someone driven a train into a wall or something?!?!
Gore took a Lungbuster from a packet in his pants, and puffed deeply. You could have sworn he went greener. He was slightly more relaxed.
Goresplatter: Right... what can I do to get out of this place. Not gonna' risk usin' the lift... gonna have to break through this door...
He prepared for a moment, then lifted his gun hilt-forward, slowly moved it backwards, and smashed into the lift shaft with all his strength. His gun snapped, fired, and rikochet'd into the groin-plate on his mechanical pants.
Goresplatter: Well this sucks. Just glad I ain't a Mud right now. Think... think... use your head Gorey...
Goresplatter looks up for a second, sobs, and steps back from the door. He reared back on his legs and... slammed his head forward into the door. The door fell from it's hinges and scraped across the floor. He fell forward and landed hard on his chest, slightly winded. The lift rope snapped and the lift hurtled down the shaft, crashing at the bottom. He remembered he left the parts of his gun in there.
Goresplatter: ODD DAMN! I could really use a slurg sundae right now...
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