Icka! M. Chif: Anime Tribe Merc for Hire
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ickaimpIt's the Weekend of the 48-Hour Party, as prolly a good portion of my current F-list knows. To those who don't. Yes. Party lasting from Friday Night until Sunday Night. 48 Hours. Lots of stuff going on.
But I today I participated in my first battle. ^________^ We weren't sure what to bring as far as ammo, so David and I went to the SuperShed (when garbage is sorted, stuff that is still useable is sent there to be, well, used. Lots of good stuff there) and picked up several bags of small plushies.
The soft ones were then loosely stitched on to lengths of fabric, like a grenade belt. Bigger soft ones that fell off the fabric were stuffed into the belt quiver for David to wear/throw.
We arrived at Jellie Park rather confused and not seeing anyone. At least until we spotted someone wearing a Mexican Poncho and Sombrero. This not being the American Southwest, it was a rather odd site and we figured we'd found our people. We were correct.
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wootduosmaster informed us that as having agreed to join the side of the Christchurch Anime Tribe in the battle, we had been sold to the KAOS side for one Franc.
A few people had 'riot' gear, really big shields and helmets and practised a bit while everyone else got familiar with the regular paper swords and shields. Then we were informed that the ALF side of the battle had had a grand total of three people show up. Seeing as the KAOS side had 10-15 people already, the Anime Tribe members / Mercenaries (David, Woot, Stu and myself) were sold to the ALF Imperial Army's service for:
A Jellybean of the Queen. Buttons, Broken Glass and other Shiny Stuff to be delivered at a later date.
... as soon as the gear arrived. We tried to hold out for Chocolate Fish, but the Kaos side wouldn't buy us back, so we were stuck with ALF.
Having been drafted into the service, we were given our names. We were to be called 'A', 'B', 'C', and 'D'.
I took slight offence to this as I am not a 'D', I'm about an H-cup, not a D. So therefore we were known as 'A', 'A', 'A' and 'H'. Thus given our names, our paper swords and our pith helmets, we were set to do glorious battle and defend the bridge.
So while preparations were being made (large cardboard boxes painted like stone), I set up a sentry at the far side of the bridge, a plushie rabbit.
-It was then kicked -over- the bridge and our fortress walls. Negotiations were attempted (and failed) and the three KAOS-ians attempted a sneak attack, making off with the British Flag and the ALF funds. Woot and I chased them but were called back by our commanding occiffer. (spelling intended)
I died a couple of times attempted to stop these sneak attacks, to be resurrected by the ALF nurse giving me a jelly bean. Yay! Unfortunately, while chasing one wily wascal woman, we suffered a double kill. And lay down. And waited. And shouted for the nurse. Then decided that we were too far away and moved closer. And shouted to no avail. So we gave up, hit each other, 'came back to life' and went back to the battle.
-I kept getting shot in the crotch by the squirt guns. Rather embarrassing really.
The ALF occiffers came up with a brilliant tactic since using the cardboard boxes were not holding the bridge. They (loudly) announced a new battle strategy. The boxes were tossed into the stream (all six of boxes, each about the size of a child's mattress) and they would walk across these to ambush the KAOS-ians.
Well. Two of the occiffers went, David went and Stu, Woot and I stared at them like they were nuts seeing as they were splashing through thigh-high water. We pelted the other side with the plushies instead. Occasionally throughout the battle a plushie would fall into the water and have to be rescued, so they were all rather damp by the end of the fight.
That tactic having failed, a new one was announced. One of our side and one of their side would fight! Stu chose to champion for our side. He fought hard and well, unfortunately he fell ill to a green jelly bean and lost the fight. I think I spent a great deal of that fight 'dead' on the bridge.
It was brought to the ALFs that their flag and money was in KAOS hands, and while the ALFs debated about how to get them back, I walked over and asked the person holding the flag if they'd trade it for a plushie. The person standing next to the person holding the flag (who was the woman we double killed each other) said she'd trade it for a doll head. I offered the whole belt of naked dolls in exchange for the flag. They agreed. I got the flag.
(there's a scavenger hunt going on, you get points for each severed head you bring in)
Feeling proud, I waited at the top of a hill where the grand high ALF poobah was watching the negations as ALF bought their funds back. (Yeah, I don't get it either)
Victory was declared to both sides and much handshaking and condolences to both side's crushing defeat were issued. Seeing as the battle was over, I called my farewells and attempted to leave... still carrying the flag.
... that didn't go over so well and I was chased down by an ALF officer, who got his flag back. Ah, well, you can't blame a girl for trying.
It dawned on me that the battle had been finished and the Anime Tribe Mercs had yet to be paid, upon which we were informed we'd be paid -later-, as they did not have the money on them at the moment and we'd be paid 10,000 then and 20,000 upon reaching Mordor. (was it Mordor?)
I left the negations in the capable hands of Erebus, the head of the Anime Tribe, who assured us that she'd make sure that reparations would be beneficial to her. Uh, us.
Most of the rest of the plushies went to the head hunters (save for the ones that had been really good for thwacking people over the head with and someone kept the bear that was holding a box that said 'Thank you Mr. Hooker')
Still, a very good battle, very enjoyable, although I want to know how the guys with the squirt guns managed to get me either in the crotch (making it look like I peed myself) or in the face just about every single time. ^^;; (okay, yes, there were sheilds, but still...)
-Pictures will be posted as soon as I get them. *cackles*
But I today I participated in my first battle. ^________^ We weren't sure what to bring as far as ammo, so David and I went to the SuperShed (when garbage is sorted, stuff that is still useable is sent there to be, well, used. Lots of good stuff there) and picked up several bags of small plushies.
The soft ones were then loosely stitched on to lengths of fabric, like a grenade belt. Bigger soft ones that fell off the fabric were stuffed into the belt quiver for David to wear/throw.
We arrived at Jellie Park rather confused and not seeing anyone. At least until we spotted someone wearing a Mexican Poncho and Sombrero. This not being the American Southwest, it was a rather odd site and we figured we'd found our people. We were correct.
wootduosmaster informed us that as having agreed to join the side of the Christchurch Anime Tribe in the battle, we had been sold to the KAOS side for one Franc. A few people had 'riot' gear, really big shields and helmets and practised a bit while everyone else got familiar with the regular paper swords and shields. Then we were informed that the ALF side of the battle had had a grand total of three people show up. Seeing as the KAOS side had 10-15 people already, the Anime Tribe members / Mercenaries (David, Woot, Stu and myself) were sold to the ALF Imperial Army's service for:
A Jellybean of the Queen. Buttons, Broken Glass and other Shiny Stuff to be delivered at a later date.
... as soon as the gear arrived. We tried to hold out for Chocolate Fish, but the Kaos side wouldn't buy us back, so we were stuck with ALF.
Having been drafted into the service, we were given our names. We were to be called 'A', 'B', 'C', and 'D'.
I took slight offence to this as I am not a 'D', I'm about an H-cup, not a D. So therefore we were known as 'A', 'A', 'A' and 'H'. Thus given our names, our paper swords and our pith helmets, we were set to do glorious battle and defend the bridge.
So while preparations were being made (large cardboard boxes painted like stone), I set up a sentry at the far side of the bridge, a plushie rabbit.
-It was then kicked -over- the bridge and our fortress walls. Negotiations were attempted (and failed) and the three KAOS-ians attempted a sneak attack, making off with the British Flag and the ALF funds. Woot and I chased them but were called back by our commanding occiffer. (spelling intended)
I died a couple of times attempted to stop these sneak attacks, to be resurrected by the ALF nurse giving me a jelly bean. Yay! Unfortunately, while chasing one wily wascal woman, we suffered a double kill. And lay down. And waited. And shouted for the nurse. Then decided that we were too far away and moved closer. And shouted to no avail. So we gave up, hit each other, 'came back to life' and went back to the battle.
-I kept getting shot in the crotch by the squirt guns. Rather embarrassing really.
The ALF occiffers came up with a brilliant tactic since using the cardboard boxes were not holding the bridge. They (loudly) announced a new battle strategy. The boxes were tossed into the stream (all six of boxes, each about the size of a child's mattress) and they would walk across these to ambush the KAOS-ians.
Well. Two of the occiffers went, David went and Stu, Woot and I stared at them like they were nuts seeing as they were splashing through thigh-high water. We pelted the other side with the plushies instead. Occasionally throughout the battle a plushie would fall into the water and have to be rescued, so they were all rather damp by the end of the fight.
That tactic having failed, a new one was announced. One of our side and one of their side would fight! Stu chose to champion for our side. He fought hard and well, unfortunately he fell ill to a green jelly bean and lost the fight. I think I spent a great deal of that fight 'dead' on the bridge.
It was brought to the ALFs that their flag and money was in KAOS hands, and while the ALFs debated about how to get them back, I walked over and asked the person holding the flag if they'd trade it for a plushie. The person standing next to the person holding the flag (who was the woman we double killed each other) said she'd trade it for a doll head. I offered the whole belt of naked dolls in exchange for the flag. They agreed. I got the flag.
(there's a scavenger hunt going on, you get points for each severed head you bring in)
Feeling proud, I waited at the top of a hill where the grand high ALF poobah was watching the negations as ALF bought their funds back. (Yeah, I don't get it either)
Victory was declared to both sides and much handshaking and condolences to both side's crushing defeat were issued. Seeing as the battle was over, I called my farewells and attempted to leave... still carrying the flag.
... that didn't go over so well and I was chased down by an ALF officer, who got his flag back. Ah, well, you can't blame a girl for trying.
It dawned on me that the battle had been finished and the Anime Tribe Mercs had yet to be paid, upon which we were informed we'd be paid -later-, as they did not have the money on them at the moment and we'd be paid 10,000 then and 20,000 upon reaching Mordor. (was it Mordor?)
I left the negations in the capable hands of Erebus, the head of the Anime Tribe, who assured us that she'd make sure that reparations would be beneficial to her. Uh, us.
Most of the rest of the plushies went to the head hunters (save for the ones that had been really good for thwacking people over the head with and someone kept the bear that was holding a box that said 'Thank you Mr. Hooker')
Still, a very good battle, very enjoyable, although I want to know how the guys with the squirt guns managed to get me either in the crotch (making it look like I peed myself) or in the face just about every single time. ^^;; (okay, yes, there were sheilds, but still...)
-Pictures will be posted as soon as I get them. *cackles*
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Date: 2006-06-10 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-11 07:24 am (UTC)I'm still waiting to get paid in shiny stuff...
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Date: 2006-06-11 07:59 am (UTC)Have you ever told them about Viking Sheepball?
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Date: 2006-06-11 08:06 am (UTC)But the gentleman who first kicked the bunny thanked me for bringing it. (it's the same bunny we use for archery target practise)
And no, you may not buy me for one Franc. ^_____^ *chuckles*
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Date: 2006-06-11 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-11 12:24 pm (UTC)Oh, you skipped the bit where we all decided that the whole thing was all the bridge's fault, and it deserved a damn good thrashing...
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Date: 2006-08-22 07:33 am (UTC)That might take a while especially if you don't have Sam Gamgee with you.
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Date: 2006-08-22 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-23 05:44 am (UTC)*blinks and re-reads*
... Nope I'm not hallucinating due to lack of sleep; Icka's new upside-down (south-side-up?) friends really are as crazy as her north-side-up ones.
*snickers and wishes she could join in*
...Hey! Mati, I think the battle needs a Chronicler...