OOC: This RPG is dying/dead... Wah
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IC:
Shredder: Shredder knew what was coming next. He knew that everyone could possibly get blown to bits. But he could not move. He was frozen with fear. Everything was going in slow-motion, and Shredder could see the OOD coming for the mine. And all he could do was stand there, hoping Shryke would do something...
Matthew: "Soooo... You wanna do anything?" Said Matthew to Greg, "Naww. Not really. We could play tiggy or something?" "I know how to posses... Maybe i could try something?" "Yeah, sure. Try and possess... hmmm... Maybe your fart?"...
OOC: Is this RPG dead?