While Mark and I were discussing the new RP and reviewing the old one: CommanderMark: Also, CommanderMark: "Wilson was panicked that he would have to shoot this man, it was obvious. He was stuttering bad, shaking in fact. It was then that all of a sudden, Wilson's hand was enveloped by an iron grip. There, standing with a blank look and lines covering the bottom of his eyes as well as a twitch to his eyes, he (Gale) pulled him close and whispered, "He is mine, not yours"" CommanderMark: THe most gayest part of the old RP. The Dreaded Cow Tipper: huehue The Dreaded Cow Tipper: Wilson's iron grip wrapped around Lander's gun, ready to fire. However, as he squeezed the unstable rifle as hard as he could, Gale walked up to the stuttering guard, ready to finish Lander off once and for all, before yanking the gun from Wilson's hands and squeezing the trigger as hard as he could. The Dreaded Cow Tipper: I just wrote that, and if you replaced a few words... CommanderMark: Ew. The Dreaded Cow Tipper: The release of Lander's rifle was so violent, so muscle rupturing, that it killed him almost instantly. The Dreaded Cow Tipper: Warm liquids painted the walls, as Wilson and Gale walked off, leaving the mess for the janitors. CommanderMark: ..