In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

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WHO: 300,000 angry nerds and the Imports who fight them. Tag yourselves in, please!
WHERE: All around, but mostly near the Porter tower
WHEN: 7:30A May 18 - 3:13P May 20, 2011
WARNINGS: There is no fourth wall. Only Zuul. And violence. And probably bad language. And other things as well. JUST ASSUME THAT THIS LOG IS NOT FOR LIL'UNS.
SUMMARY: The Crabhammers declare war on the Porter and, to a lesser extent, the Imports. The battle lasts three days, is horrible in just about every way you can think of, and this is how it goes down.
FORMAT: However people wanna do it!

"There's no environment. Use your imagination. There's no fourth wall, whether it's the first time you've told this story about her life, or the sixth time."

Everything you need to know is here.

quick links to avoid crashy computers
in the fray
DAY ONE: 7:30 AM--10:00 AM (FIRST CHARGE, BROKEN TRAINS, TRAFFIC JAMS)
DAY ONE: 10:00 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, PUBLIC DISTURBANCES ELSEWHERE)
DAY ONE: 5:17 PM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, FIRES AND BOMBS ALL OVER)
DAY TWO: 1:00 AM -- 6:28 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY ENERGY DRINKS)
DAY TWO: 6:28 AM -- 12:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, PIRATING THE RADIO STATION)
DAY TWO: 12:00 PM -- 7:42 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, TOY RAIDS)
DAY TWO: 7:42 PM -- DAY THREE: 12:00 AM (CONTINUED BATTLING, ENEMY IMPORT-HATING REINFORCEMENTS)
DAY THREE: 12:01 AM ONWARD (CONTINUED BATTLING, HERE COMES THE CAVALRY)
DAY THREE: 6:45 AM -- 1:00 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, CREATE YOUR OWN INSANE LAST-DITCH GEEK TRICKS)
DAY THREE: 1:00 PM -- 3:13 PM (CONTINUED BATTLING, THE MADAGASCARIAN TWENTY-GRAND HOLDOUT)
DAY THREE: 3:13 PM ONWARD (WAR OVER. TAKE PRISONERS, MAKE FRIENDS, GET HEALED, FALL ASLEEP, ETC)

not quite in the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (ON THE SIDELINES, AT REST, TAKING BREAKS, ETC.)

fuck the fray
DAY ONE: ALL DAY (FORGET THE BATTLE, I HAVE HBO)
DAY TWO: ALL DAY (YOU LOSERS ARE STILL FIGHTING? IT'S AMERICAN IDOL TIME!)
DAY THREE: ALL DAY (IF YOU'RE ALL BUSY ELSEWHERE I'M JUST GONNA GO ROB A BANK)

Comments

[lordofthundera.livejournal.com]

Lion-O grunted a little. He didn't like the idea that these people were even hurting their own. "It just doesn't sit well with me." He was feeling stubborn.

They had reason to attack, right? It wasn't that they were being thoughtless.... though... if they were just attacking Ophelia over action figures... maybe they were. He glanced over to see Jaga, the ghost figure appear beside Ophelia. She probably couldn't see him, but Lion-O took a moment to take his council.

"I find it hard to hurt people who are just trying to get their lives back. What should I do, Jaga?"

The older Thunderian spoke, Young Lion-O, perhaps its time to stop thinking about what they are going through and start thinking about what their attack means. You all were brought there, not by your own will, and instead of trying to work with you all and accept the situation that they had been forced into they are making matters worse.

Lion-O nodded. "The sooner these "Crabhammers" are subdued, the sooner things could be peaceful. You're right." He spoke, though to Ophelia it might've looked like he was a crazy person. He looked back at her, responding to what she had said.

"Fair enough," He nodded to her.... the Queen's reasoning was sound. His brows narrowed and his expression became more gruff. "Maybe... I'm done being nice to them as well."

[queenofblacktears]

Ophelia didn't have a hard time hurting almost anybody, really. She was a bit more hesitant to hurt women, especially if she knew something about them, but in general...nope. No moral compass going on in here anymore. She was about to comment when he appeared to, well...talk to no one.

She actually turned to peer over her shoulder at the empty air, and then back to him, one eyebrow raised. So, lunatic. Maybe. Or else this place had older spirits than she realized. She knew the Gods of Metal weren't here, but maybe something similar. Although Lion-o hadn't done anything to activate an object. Hmm...

Still, his change actually make her grin, though it was still decidedly smirkish. "Good to know. You're more likely to survive the day that way, at least. And they won't be nice to you." From the distant mob someone hurled another bottle that shattered on the street nearby, and her eyes narrowed in irritation.

"Don't you love when someone makes your point for you?"

[lordofthundera.livejournal.com]

And as soon as the bottle shattered, Lion-O drew out the Sword of Omens and slid on the Claw Shield. "Someone should teach them some manners." He growled, seeing a mob once again grow around them. The Thunderian ran ahead knocking several people out with the gold-plated claw. Were these people any different than the criminals he was fighting before on the streets of the city? Lion-O now knew they weren't.

[queenofblacktears]

She almost laughed as he went valiantly charging off to slay the nerds, tilting her head to the side and tapping her fingers against her hip as she watched him. She wasn't entirely sure he needed help, really...and she didn't owe him anything, since he'd saved her from something she probably could've handled...

Well, there was no sense standing around when she could be fighting, though. "Come on." She said to her two Doom followers as she went drifting after him to help.

[ooc: Shall we assume they fight together for a bit then get separated?]

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