Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings) Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s Comments (group member since May 29, 2010)



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May 31, 2010 01:06PM

33189 Nova smirked and jumped down from the roof. In midair, she put away her sniper and took out her assault rifle. She ran towards the cops, shooting. The

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May 31, 2010 01:03PM

33189 ((Back.))
May 31, 2010 12:53PM

33189 ((BBL.))
May 31, 2010 12:53PM

33189 Nova called out to Elizabeth. "RUN! Now, just RUN!"
May 31, 2010 12:50PM

33189 Nova aimed at one of the officers and fired. "Stupid terrorists," mumbled November.
May 31, 2010 12:33PM

33189 Nova panned right and saw Elizabeth talking to officers.
May 31, 2010 12:17PM

33189 Nova climbed to the roof of the laboratory and took out her sniper rifle. She looked through the scope and panned left. Nothing.
May 30, 2010 10:09PM

33189 ((Darn it. No! You must not go!))

Nova looked down at a computer. She sat down in front of it and started looking for something. A file.
May 30, 2010 10:06PM

33189 "Thank you."
May 30, 2010 10:04PM

33189 Nova nodded. "I joined the army at twelve, saw first action three days before my 13th birthday, was promoted to special ops on my 14th birthday."
May 30, 2010 10:01PM

33189 "Nineteen."
May 30, 2010 09:57PM

33189 Nova nodded. "It would take a sniper from too far to see me to kill me. Otherwise I's smack the bit*h across the face and then kill her."
May 30, 2010 09:56PM

33189 Nova shook her head. "No. I can stay and protect you all."
May 30, 2010 09:53PM

33189 "They don't barge in to kill. They wait. And wait. And wait."
May 30, 2010 09:50PM

33189 ((Mine to!))

"There are terrorists- or whoever they are- everywhere."
May 30, 2010 09:42PM

33189 November held out her hand. "And you."
May 30, 2010 09:39PM

33189 "Colonel November Terra, special ops. I'm the best of the best."
May 30, 2010 09:35PM

33189 November grinned. "What's your name? I'm beginning to like you."
May 30, 2010 09:32PM

33189 "In 2515? I doubt." Nova took out her standard rifle. "Pure Italian renaissance technology, with futuristic additions."
May 30, 2010 09:27PM

33189 "Trust me. You don't know." Nova narrowed her eyes. "This is not bullets. No. You load in a metal block and the smart-computer inside calculates the distance to the target, the speed and direction of the air/water current, and then shears off an appropriate sized chunk to hit the target."