OOC: This is what I get for leaving for a while.
Name: Mars L. Morand
Species: Mudoken (he spells it wrong)
Budget: $50,000 (All hidden in his hat)
Detail: Finely dressed mud in a red suit with green tie, and a top hat to boot, Mars may not be very smart or strong, but he does carry around a big hammer slung around his back for any and all problems. Where he found $50,000 is anyone's guess.
IC: [Pretentious ac] "There's late, and then there's this" was a rather unavoidable thought at this point. Mars was scrambling through the easy-to-navigate corridors, trying to find the bidding hall. He'd already found more dead ends and made more wrong turns then ever before. Finally, he found the room he was looking for. He half opened, half tackled the door open, then ploped himself down on a seat next to this rather bond-villain looking slig (Flace). Mars lay his hammer by his feet, and crossed his legs. He noticed these token things. Remembering some of the rules he heard, he swiped them up, ready to bid. It appeared there were Guns on sale. In fact, 2 guns. But Mars was not here for petty lasers. Gentlemanly weaponry and hats was a clear goal. He'd bide his time.
OOC: Don't worry, this was just the grand entrance. I'll stick to shorter writings from now on.
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[insert boundless wit here]
Last edited by MarsMudoken; 05-22-2011 at 12:25 PM..
: I confused lazer guns with scrab cakes. Wut?
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