Samples ; Log Sample: When there are rocks and the god-know-what-else variety of junk and debris jammed up his gas mask, there were one of two reasons. BLU Scout either killed him and knocked his body into a quarry pit, asshole, RED Scout ran up behind him and pushed him into a quarry pit for the sake of pushing him into a quarry pit. Double asshole. Or, as ripped off the gas mask (which twisted around his face, blinding him) to shake the pebbles and shit out, did a third option present itself. ENGIENEER FUCKED UP WITH THE TELEPORTOR AND SENT HIM TO SPACE! Briefly losing his grasp on the fundamentals of space, he slammed his gas mask back on, thinking that would someone shield him from the inevitably death by vacuum atmosphere. A moment later he realized how stupid that was and that he was, in fact, breathing. “Hnhnhnhnhn,” he laughed through layers of asbestos. He stopped giggling when he realized that didn’t exactly solve the mystery of just where he was.
“Mmmpher Mmkah,” he swore has he set to wandering the wasteland, calling out the designations of his teammates as he went along, “MMPH! MMMPHNNEER! MMMMO!” Nothing answered back except a strange little clicking noise in the distance. It continued on like this until he tripped over something, causing him to go ass over teakettle and face planting in the space dust or whatever it was. Muffling damnations at everything and everyone, Pyro shot up and whipped around to see…a femur connected to a tibia all the way down to a bone in a sneaker. A familiar sneaker. Pyro laughed, “BMM Smmph,” it was the leg bone of a probably very angry Scout somewhere in some Respawn chamber. Pyro picked it up and started pretending to swing the femur part around like a baseball bat.
He went on like this until the clicking sounds he heard earlier grew louder, and louder until…
Something LIKE animals, but not really QUITE like animals started swarming around him, maws clacking and salivating, eyes on both him and Leg Bat. They were actually pretty cute, “Mrrrr,” Pyro cooed, until they got closer and the hungry look in their…eyes? Became apparent. Squealing, Pyro chucked Leg Bat, landing a solid hit on one of them, he couldn’t say for sure if it was a head or not but he booked the hell out of there too fast to take a second guess.
He bolted at a admirable speed for one bogged down in a heavy suit like his until he ran smack into something solid, a door? “MMMPHER MMMPH MMRMRRR!”
"Welcome to Sacrosanct. Please watch your step."
“Mmph?” Okay, NOW he was curious. Dropping the Leg Bat shoe he somehow managed to keep a grip on, he watched the doors slowly open and smelled a flood of chemicals seeping into his mask filter. He liked chemicals, so he wandered on in. Network Sample:
[There’s some static and we finally go live, to a man(?) pantomiming while mumbling through a gas mask with every emotion somehow visible through all the stuff he’s wearing. ]
AMMMPH MMMP MMAPH! [ He waves his arms around frantically, ] ANPM MMPH MMMRR! [ He starts making swinging motions like he’s playing baseball, the randomly screams under his mask like he saw something OH GOD FRIGHTENING, WHAT IS THAT, then goes back to being pissed off ]
MMMPH MMMMH MMMPHAMMA MMAPH [ He makes the motions of someone being in a shower, he movements becoming erratic as he starts pulling at his mask. Something relating to a shower must have REALLY put this guy in a bad mood. ] [ And then suddenly he’s giddy, weird. He points and pulls at a bracelet clasped over his glove like it’s his birthday. ] MMMPH MMPH MMMPH MMMPH MMMMM!
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Log Sample:
When there are rocks and the god-know-what-else variety of junk and debris jammed up his gas mask, there were one of two reasons. BLU Scout either killed him and knocked his body into a quarry pit, asshole, RED Scout ran up behind him and pushed him into a quarry pit for the sake of pushing him into a quarry pit. Double asshole. Or, as ripped off the gas mask (which twisted around his face, blinding him) to shake the pebbles and shit out, did a third option present itself. ENGIENEER FUCKED UP WITH THE TELEPORTOR AND SENT HIM TO SPACE!
Briefly losing his grasp on the fundamentals of space, he slammed his gas mask back on, thinking that would someone shield him from the inevitably death by vacuum atmosphere. A moment later he realized how stupid that was and that he was, in fact, breathing. “Hnhnhnhnhn,” he laughed through layers of asbestos. He stopped giggling when he realized that didn’t exactly solve the mystery of just where he was.
“Mmmpher Mmkah,” he swore has he set to wandering the wasteland, calling out the designations of his teammates as he went along, “MMPH! MMMPHNNEER! MMMMO!” Nothing answered back except a strange little clicking noise in the distance. It continued on like this until he tripped over something, causing him to go ass over teakettle and face planting in the space dust or whatever it was. Muffling damnations at everything and everyone, Pyro shot up and whipped around to see…a femur connected to a tibia all the way down to a bone in a sneaker. A familiar sneaker. Pyro laughed, “BMM Smmph,” it was the leg bone of a probably very angry Scout somewhere in some Respawn chamber. Pyro picked it up and started pretending to swing the femur part around like a baseball bat.
He went on like this until the clicking sounds he heard earlier grew louder, and louder until…
Something LIKE animals, but not really QUITE like animals started swarming around him, maws clacking and salivating, eyes on both him and Leg Bat. They were actually pretty cute, “Mrrrr,” Pyro cooed, until they got closer and the hungry look in their…eyes? Became apparent. Squealing, Pyro chucked Leg Bat, landing a solid hit on one of them, he couldn’t say for sure if it was a head or not but he booked the hell out of there too fast to take a second guess.
He bolted at a admirable speed for one bogged down in a heavy suit like his until he ran smack into something solid, a door? “MMMPHER MMMPH MMRMRRR!”
"Welcome to Sacrosanct. Please watch your step."
“Mmph?” Okay, NOW he was curious. Dropping the Leg Bat shoe he somehow managed to keep a grip on, he watched the doors slowly open and smelled a flood of chemicals seeping into his mask filter. He liked chemicals, so he wandered on in.
Network Sample:
[There’s some static and we finally go live, to a man(?) pantomiming while mumbling through a gas mask with every emotion somehow visible through all the stuff he’s wearing. ]
AMMMPH MMMP MMAPH! [ He waves his arms around frantically, ] ANPM MMPH MMMRR! [ He starts making swinging motions like he’s playing baseball, the randomly screams under his mask like he saw something OH GOD FRIGHTENING, WHAT IS THAT, then goes back to being pissed off ]
MMMPH MMMMH MMMPHAMMA MMAPH [ He makes the motions of someone being in a shower, he movements becoming erratic as he starts pulling at his mask. Something relating to a shower must have REALLY put this guy in a bad mood. ]
[ And then suddenly he’s giddy, weird. He points and pulls at a bracelet clasped over his glove like it’s his birthday. ]
MMMPH MMPH MMMPH MMMPH MMMMM!