[ Well this is just not right at all. How does one person get so turned around trying to find the bathroom?
And yet here he is. A massive soldier in blue armor, almost seven feet tall with a gun in hand, turning to observe the two scaly monsters that have taken note of each other first.
He watches as they toss their horned heads, opening their tooth-filled maws to assault one another with their unique breath weapons. Claws sing through the air, jaws gnashing as drifting clouds of poison curl upwards into the dark. The soldier standing there to the side observing them has only one response to the clash of the colossal reptilians, as a fireball sails past his head and crashes into a nearby wall. ]
Neat.
[ Luckily, standing still to watch seems to have ensured their attention stays on one another. For now. That's not likely to remain the case, but Caboose is entranced and unlikely to leave on his own. ]
Confusion
[ One could argue that this is a somewhat natural outcome. That the body now fits the mind. In either case, the stocky space marine simulation trooper is now considerably smaller than usual. He looks as though he could be about nine or ten, though large for his age. Dark, untidy hair tufts in all directions, and for the moment he has determined that playing 'pelican landing' is the coolest game that there is.
Which means arms out, and careening at top speed in random directions. And as everyone knows, 'landing' a pelican simply means that you stop it flying. Usually with the ground. But people work too.
Don't worry. He'll be making all the appropriate alarm noises before crashing headfirst into you. ]
michael j caboose | red vs blue
[ Well this is just not right at all. How does one person get so turned around trying to find the bathroom?
And yet here he is. A massive soldier in blue armor, almost seven feet tall with a gun in hand, turning to observe the two scaly monsters that have taken note of each other first.
He watches as they toss their horned heads, opening their tooth-filled maws to assault one another with their unique breath weapons. Claws sing through the air, jaws gnashing as drifting clouds of poison curl upwards into the dark. The soldier standing there to the side observing them has only one response to the clash of the colossal reptilians, as a fireball sails past his head and crashes into a nearby wall. ]
Neat.
[ Luckily, standing still to watch seems to have ensured their attention stays on one another. For now. That's not likely to remain the case, but Caboose is entranced and unlikely to leave on his own. ]
Confusion
[ One could argue that this is a somewhat natural outcome. That the body now fits the mind. In either case, the stocky space marine simulation trooper is now considerably smaller than usual. He looks as though he could be about nine or ten, though large for his age. Dark, untidy hair tufts in all directions, and for the moment he has determined that playing 'pelican landing' is the coolest game that there is.
Which means arms out, and careening at top speed in random directions. And as everyone knows, 'landing' a pelican simply means that you stop it flying. Usually with the ground. But people work too.
Don't worry. He'll be making all the appropriate alarm noises before crashing headfirst into you. ]