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Okay. 48 hours... now what?
"Aight commie" Andrew Jackson said, hauling his gun over his shoulder, ripping it from the strap and holding it in his right hand by the barrel "You listen and you listen good." The president assumed a heroic stance, his chest puffed out. His muscled seemed to be tensed as if to show more definition- as if he were showing off. "The name's Andrew Jackson! Bane of the Brits, annihilator of the Indians, beater of banks, and leader of this fine ol' country of U, S, and A! Folks here call me Old Hickory. See, here in America, we got a game called football; and you see, I gots the home field advantage."
Andrew Jackson hurried to a street corner, and with his left hand, drew his sword. In the same motion, Jackson cut a small wedge into a telephone pole, then another on the other side. "We got another game here too. It's called baseball- country's favorite pass time" Jackson said, sheathing his sword. "Can't say I'm too good, but I can step up to the plate."
The president grasped the barrel of his gun with both hands and assumed the position of a baseball batter. Waving his gun around like a bat, Jackson gave a hard swing at the telephone pole, knocking it towards Abe.
Andrew Jackson hurried to a street corner, and with his left hand, drew his sword. In the same motion, Jackson cut a small wedge into a telephone pole, then another on the other side. "We got another game here too. It's called baseball- country's favorite pass time" Jackson said, sheathing his sword. "Can't say I'm too good, but I can step up to the plate."
The president grasped the barrel of his gun with both hands and assumed the position of a baseball batter. Waving his gun around like a bat, Jackson gave a hard swing at the telephone pole, knocking it towards Abe.
It's been 72 hours since I last posted. Does Lee get a DQ or is he excused because he needed the judge's opinion before posting?
Time Wizard summons his TARDIS! He returns with Chuck Norris and Arnold Schwarzenegger in their prime. The three team up to take down the God Moder.
The president had been curled up into a ball- a ball made of pure condensed freedom. Out of the rubble, Andrew Jackson rose like the American flag on the 4th of July, standing proudly. He whipped his sword in the air, clearing it of dust, before sheathing it. There was a bit of dust that had gotten inside of Andrew Jackson's gun, however, knowing American technology, that couldn't be enough to jam it... right? Wiping the dust off himself, Jackson looked around before finally seeing his opponent. He was one ugly guy, or at least so thought Jackson. In addition, the zombie-thing was speaking in some strange foreign language.
"Hey!" Andrew Jackson called "The way I understand it, there are two languages: American, and not-American! I sure ain't no not-American, but I'm sure as hell you ain't speakin' no stars n' stripes!" Whatever Abe was saying, however, Jackson took it as a threat. "But you listen to me boy. You insult me, you insult the good ol' land of America!" He pointed his gun, and prepared to fire.
Andrew Jackson looked his opponent straight in the eye. His feet and shoulders were lined up, facing straight at his target. His left foot was moved slightly back. The stock of the president's gun was held high on his chest, his elbows down. The gun was not just a weapon anymore- it was an extension of his own body. His right hand was held in a vice over the gun's grip, his finger ready on the trigger. Andrew Jackson took aim, and with the most confidence, he pulled the trigger.
Clicking. That was all to hear. The gun clicked as Jackson pulled the trigger another two times- the barrel jammed. "I see lady luck did not shine on me today" Jackson remarked. "Well that's alright. I've got good ol' lady liberty!" An egg formed in the air, quickly cracking. Soon enough, it transformed into a fully grown eagle. "SKAW!" the eagle screeched.
"Freedom go!" Andrew Jackson commanded, pointing at Abe. The eagle shot forward, straight towards Abe.
"Hey!" Andrew Jackson called "The way I understand it, there are two languages: American, and not-American! I sure ain't no not-American, but I'm sure as hell you ain't speakin' no stars n' stripes!" Whatever Abe was saying, however, Jackson took it as a threat. "But you listen to me boy. You insult me, you insult the good ol' land of America!" He pointed his gun, and prepared to fire.
Andrew Jackson looked his opponent straight in the eye. His feet and shoulders were lined up, facing straight at his target. His left foot was moved slightly back. The stock of the president's gun was held high on his chest, his elbows down. The gun was not just a weapon anymore- it was an extension of his own body. His right hand was held in a vice over the gun's grip, his finger ready on the trigger. Andrew Jackson took aim, and with the most confidence, he pulled the trigger.
Clicking. That was all to hear. The gun clicked as Jackson pulled the trigger another two times- the barrel jammed. "I see lady luck did not shine on me today" Jackson remarked. "Well that's alright. I've got good ol' lady liberty!" An egg formed in the air, quickly cracking. Soon enough, it transformed into a fully grown eagle. "SKAW!" the eagle screeched.
"Freedom go!" Andrew Jackson commanded, pointing at Abe. The eagle shot forward, straight towards Abe.
LeeRoy, pls respond. I don't want to win by time- there's no honor in it.
Jerkchicken said
For which games?
The one that doesn't say Gundams.
So how big are the mechs? Are we talking Jaegers here?
It was the third turn that Time Wizard was in play. It's about time we used his effect! Time Wizard used time warp, turning Baby Dragon Zord into Thousand Dragon Zord, increasing its attack points by 2000!
Old Hickory's on the hunt and your ass is in season!
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