No. You're missing the point. The design of the thing is functional. The plan is not to shoot you. The plan is to get the girl. If there's no girl, then the plan, well, is like the room.

Early ,'Objects In Space'


Sang Sacré

The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.

History. Map.


Miracleman - Jan 09, 2003 1:26:31 pm PST #363 of 1100
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

With a vicious squawk/unearthly howl, the bad Miracleman transmutes into a sort of pterodactyl thing. With chicken feathers. His massive wings catch the air and he begins to swing around and up.

I fly off north at a rapid pace. Behind me, the Miracledactyl screams and launches a stream of white hot flame from its mouth. Crap.

I have to think, I have to think. Can I kill this guy? If I do, what happens to me? Is this a part of me, an alternate dimension me, a magical construct that has almost nothing to do with me aside from, y'know, being me?

I fly faster, firing lightning wildly from my staff over my shoulder. I don't know if it hits or not.

The beating of wings sounds closer...


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 09, 2003 1:34:58 pm PST #364 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Two Knuts, two Miracleman's (Miraclemen?). I look down. Only one of me- thank goodness I was seperated from my twin at birth. The porny, silly me is the only one Blood's going to have to deal with.

Aimee is at the window. Our Miracleman- the good one- is outside. He seems a little panicked. I shrug, make a quick request, and the house moves six feet sideways, bringing MiraclemanG and a pterodactyl inside, and leaving poor Hector halfway into the wall.

Making friends with the houses can be worth doing- and they're getting scared. //A shop in the center says it's got two gothygirls,// Dagfari reports. //I've got a very bad feeling here.//

'Go shave a Wookie,' I tell my Lucas-loving house, and help Hector out of the wall.


Aims - Jan 09, 2003 1:36:55 pm PST #365 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

and help Hector out of the wall.

I don't know...he kinda looks funny with his leg and arm waving frantically.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 09, 2003 1:38:28 pm PST #366 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I feel the guy's better out. He can't help eat Jell-O monsters with his face in the wall. So what? I have a soft spot for misunderstood bogerts.


Aims - Jan 09, 2003 1:41:32 pm PST #367 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Yeah, you're right. It just reminds me of my childhood. Our older sister was constantly doing that to him.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 09, 2003 1:43:29 pm PST #368 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I'm glad to be able to bring back happy memories for you. You might want to dodge a little if you want to keep them, though.


Aims - Jan 09, 2003 1:46:50 pm PST #369 of 1100
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Skootches over about 5 feet


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 09, 2003 1:52:51 pm PST #370 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

realises that moving Aimée out of line of beak has put me in

moves aside quickly

Hey, Miracleman! Be more careful when you're having magical battles in enclosed spaces- you nearly deaded me!


Knut the Do-Gooder - Jan 09, 2003 1:58:21 pm PST #371 of 1100
Nobody

The house lurches sideways, and Miracleman is back inside, along with a pterodactyl-looking thing whose wingspan should be longer than the room is wide, but then, I'm no interior decorator. Funny.

"Ye gods!" I bellow as the pterodactyl-thing exhales a stream of flame. Am-Chau sidesteps it, and only the draperies are set aflame.

"Hold, foul creature!" I advance on the winged monster. "It is time you faced a foe worthy of--"

He slaps me with a wing, and I am thrown into the wall. Through it, actually. As I fall towards the street outside I hear a faint screaming, and it sounds like the house.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jan 09, 2003 2:01:25 pm PST #372 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

//You've upset Carrie, now,// Dagfari complains. //Bogeymen in her walls, indeed?//

'Well I'm sorry if I've annoyed your girlfriend,' I answer crossly, 'but there really wasn't anything else to be done.'