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WHY THE HELL ARE WE CHANGING WHAT ALREADY WORKS FINE?! no y'know what...I can accept someone being powered by magic I am fine with the existence of magic i can accept magic as a substitute for some small things that exist in real life the phrase "don't fix it if i isn't broken", applies here I quit. My personal rules for RP are A-don't screw with science unless you can provide me with the grand unified theory and modify it so that your universe works. B-don' screw with the manner in which current tech works. C-don't use "oh it's magic" as a cop out EVER.

(what?! when the hell was this decision made? and why the hell can't we have normal cars? I know at least a little about normal cars, but no one here knows anything about magic cars...is my damn toilet magic too/ why do we have to make everything magic? cars work just fine the way they are, why make them magic?)

"I can hotwire it depending on the mechanism" he grins and slams the sledge hammer into the dash just under the steering wheel, breaking i and whistling "Bad news...this one uses a micro-chipped key...I can still hotwire it, but it'll take a bit of time...thirty minutes?" he set to work starting with ripping the ignition switches wires loose, twisting a few together, and leaving the rest loose. He lifted the hood and started re-routing all the wires from the engine control chip and pulled it out as as well, occasionally he'd try to start it and get no spark from the ignition switch wires. twenty four minutes later the ignition switch wires sparked violently and the lights in the dashboard flashed and came on, "Ok, we have ignition" he touched the wires together and the engine roared to life.

Philipe chuckled hearing them "Good, I was afraid i'd have to loot your bodies, you guys were taking awhile" he shrugged "sorry I get a wee bit cynical once I get back to killing" the body of the zombie from earlier laid behind him, eleven tally marks written in blood on the pavement beside him "eleven on this trip and two earlier today...And the bomb doesn't count towards your number Frozen" he smiled at them and hefted his sledge hammer "shall we continue back to base?"

well i'm waiting for you guys to come to me, unless anything drastic happens, don't expect a response from me. Also taking a nap.

Philipe saw the three figures and stopped. Zombies were never really too aware of their surroundings, and these three didn't move like zombies. If he was right he'd have to be careful anyway so that they didn't shoot him. If he was wrong, three zombies at once wasn't too smart, either way rushing in wasn't a good decision. He couldn't risk yelling to them....hmmm sight, sound, smell, touch, taste.... well touch, taste and smell are out of the question. He stopped and thought for a moment then sat down right where they could approach him, His hammer rested wih the handle standing up beside him ready to grab it if he needed it. @, @FractaLuna @Sekhayet,

If you had given your post some sort of context instead of just "your post", maybe I would have understood what you were talking about. The fact that you vaguely stated "your post" when we are in the OOC board referring to an IC post was bound to cause confusion. You want me to put in some effort? I think the fact that I have strep throat and am still posting is effort enough asshole. Do you really think this is the only RP I am participating in? No, I'm sick as a dog and still posting in ELEVEN RP's if you include this one. Go criticize youtube comments or something.

@, the figure proves to be nothing more than a zombie with an odd piece of shrapnel piercing it as it staggers toward them another one appears behind it , not shuffling, this one moves quietly...and it's faster watching them the second one twists it's body to the right, coming up on the left side of the zombie, the deformity it holds strikes the zombie in the jaw knocking it down, the things body stops and twists back to the left bringing the object back down on the fallen zombies head with a gruesome sound somewhere between a thud, a pop and a splatter, the figure advances towards them returning the object and it's body to what appears to be their default position, still moving very strangely for a zombie. The figure proves to be nothing more than a zombie with an odd piece of shrapnel piercing it, As it staggers toward them another one appears behind it, not shuffling, this one moves quietly...and it's faster. Watching them the second one twists it's body to the right, coming up on the left side of the zombie. The deformity it holds strikes the zombie in the jaw knocking it down. The creatures body stops and twists back to the left bringing the object back down on the fallen zombies head with a gruesome sound somewhere between a thud, a pop and a splatter. The figure advances towards them returning the object and it's body to what appears to be their default position, still moving very strangely for a zombie. (There, happy? don't pick at my grammar, i'm not in the mood for peoples stupid shit today)

@@Sekhayet, A-My post is properly capitalized. B-I'm typing on a buggy keyboard, give me a break. C-I know you can read that. D-Who died and made you queen of grammar?

@, My sleeping has been screwed up too...also my favorite forum appears to have a problem and won't load for me

thats because you are meeting me now also I wouldn't dare put that in a vehicle...a crash would be catastrophic

philipe knows very little about magic and programming... but if you don't mind having an extremely unstable nuclear reactor strapped to your back I can help if that would power you.

he marched through the streets, hammer held low and ready to swing, occasionally talking down a zombie and caving in it's skull, he'd return it to it's position and continue walking "hope i'm not too late...if I am I still gotta get those supplies" he grunted and caved in another skull "six"

@@Skullbuster, (hey skull, how close am I to them, and where will we meet up?) (The Sinfest series involves Slick preparing to go to the laundromat. Realizing he has put his entire wardrobe in the hamper, he ends up wearing a rabbit costume there, to the shock and horror of Squigley, who thinks he's "been seduced by the furry side of the Force." In his defense, Slick tells him he's a superhero, Bunny-Man, who lives in the "Bunny Patch" and carries "carrot nunchucks." Squigley seems to accept this claim. )

"I don't like this...I know that the hospital is a ways away but...it's taking them awhile to get back, and we need those health potions" he picked up his sledge hammer, the one he had gotten from the high school, a 10 pounder with a fiberglass handle "going to need some kinda protection" he went through the hunting section and grabbed all of the thicker camo he could find, layering it and biting himself after every layer until he was sufficiently padded he looked back at where he had used the earth pony clothing and it covered up his wings in his head he told himself I won't be able to fly but at least they are safe, and with that he headed out the door. @, @@Sekhayet, @, @@Skullbuster,

I have no problem with it, philipe does though.

A few things 1-we gonna need more food 2-waiting on them to get back from the hospital 3- we have charcoal in the store right? you said the store was pretty well untouched and charcoal is obvious in a camping store...i really shouldn't have to ask 4-please mark the location of the broken skylight on the store map? 5-does our building have running water? 6-are there still no gas stations? 7-what about that automotive store?

"healing potion? do you think you could give me the recipe?" he looked around for a pen and piece of paper handing it to her "maybe I could gather the supplies and get the stuff together" he grinned "if we work together we could do a lot of good and get a few of those potions done"