In A.D. 2011, war was beginning.

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

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

[caprihorn]

Gamzee stared a bit at that, that was the first time he'd ever been called a kid to his face. Well, it was also one of the first times where no one thought his appearance was going to be weird when nerds were all running around anyway and he hadn't outright threatened to murder anyway, so that probably helped the situation a bit. After he had gotten over that tiny bit of shock Gamzee glanced briefly out to the attackers and smiled.

"_{Yeah, I all got something wicked for them,}" he may have said in a whisper, but there was no less force behind the words.

Thankful for his strife deck working with him, he pulled out his bow and knocked an arrow. As usual for him it hit its mark, felling one of the people outside. Sounded a little like another grenade might have been set off out there, but with all the other sounds out there it could have been anything.

[boogaroos.livejournal.com]

Booga just let the kid do what he wanted, not paying much attention as to what exactly he was hitting them with. Sheathing his bowie knife and looking around for something to hit back at them. Death by a gruesome stabbing and slicing wasn't his style... especially to blokes that loved certain fandoms as much as he did.

He glanced about. Apparently he had crashed into a sporting goods store. He knew the nerds saw him seek shelter here, so they're sure to try something soon. "We gotta get the shit out of here." He looked around and spotted the baseball merch. He grabbed an umpire's mask and slid it on, grabbing a bat and standing up. Tapping the bat on his shoulder he smiled. "Time to play bollocks!"

Not a moment too soon, he saw a grenade get tossed inside. "Duck and hold on to your buttocks!" Booga ran ahead, hitting grenade back out and rolled out of the way- hopefully the kid heard him.

Sorry this is late

[caprihorn]

Gamzee moved almost as soon as he saw Booga moving. He might have moved a little faster than that had he not thought for a second that one of his "fans" had broken into the store. Nothing was there as far as he could see, but he was still going to keep an eye out. Last thing he needed was another fight with someone trying ram a brownie down his throat.

Still, he followed and shot two people as he, one got it in her eye and one he decided to give a slower death by shooting him in the throat.

He was a little late in seeing the grenade, but he ducked in time to avoid most of the damage. Specks of purple blood were on his shoulder after that, but he didn't really feel it anyway, so what did he care. A second later he was back to shooting, being a little more vicious than before and making sure to hit in spots that hurt a lot more and drew out the dying a bit longer.

He honked as he hit each mark.

"Hope you motherfuckers all motherfuckin' like getting up at not motherfuckin' breathing."