Righto, I'm gonna try something here. A slight permutation of the pillow fight from the good old days.
#Silver picks up his double barrelled nerf shotgun and fires wildly into the mob of BWinters#
Basic rules, state what type of Nerf based weapon you are using and who you hit with it. Same a the pillow fight only with the potential to get even sillier.
In high school, Blazemane's Physics teacher discussed with him the idea of a spherical nerf grenade.
It would be spring loaded, and a timer would determine when the springs would be released to send the dreadful weapon's ammunition out into the surrounding throng of vulnerable targets. Oh, certainly the darts pointing towards the floor would be wasted, but with so much present in the grenade, it would matter little.
The teacher was very excited about the idea.
But Blazemane had no intention of using that grenade. It was never actually created.
He had, strapped to his side, his most trusted weapon, a simple one shot handgun. It was range was limited, it's laser sighting wasn't actually accurate, and it only had two more slots for holding darts.
But even the smallest weapon could change the course of the future. And this weapon had.
It started off simple. Blazemane wanted a low profile, so he did some minor arms dealing to Yachi and Sinead when the first pillow war was initiated by the rabble-rouser SilverfromOz. But he needed protection, and in that day, a simple nerf gun was a technological advancement that none of the security guards in all of Tulegoose, Alignright or even Designer Quality Bed & Bath Linens could stand against.
But an ominous truth soon made itself apparent. Someone was attempting to gain a weapon whose destructive power was unthinkable. Tracking down all of his leads, Blaze sought the buyer and the seller. He found the latter at a local Art Van's. It would be fun to explain how that store invasion went down, but it is better to be brief than to be long winded.
The truth Blaze found out from the seller was unfortunate and shocking- the weapon had already been sold.
And very soon after, Razor One set off the nuclear pillow bomb.
Even then, the combatants continued their battle. Horrified by the feather-shedding, Blaze finally laid up his hand weapon, content to still by alive and have his cover intact. Eventually, people lost interest. But Safeguard attempted to start the war again. A moderator, sharing the same discontent over the atrocities of the war that many others were feeling, shut down the operation with the politically convenient excuse that Safeguard was "necro-posting."
Well, it got the job done anyway.
But even as the first war came to a close, weapons were being created, such as Safeguard's Pillow-armed missile launcher, which offered their wielders domination, and spoke of unresolved conflicts to come to a head in later wars.
So it was clearly not to be the end. Jagna made a pillow attack on Velociberg, and without the proper moderating channels to shut it down, the 2nd war was begun. Blazemane tried to ignore it, but all he could see on the forums for days were feathers, and escalation of violence. He had to rejoin the fight.
Using his nerf gun again, he furbished himself with a featherless pillow- one which would not shred under all the stress it would go through.
But as the war progressed, he realized there was no peace being made. So he kept fighting. But this war, like the first, slowly diminished away.
A third one began with seemingly little provocation, and Blaze only involved himself a little while before realizing that in this war, he could not win without resorting to his nerf gun.
Combatants became posters once again, and donned peaceful identities. But then Silver used his shotgun.
Blazemane was impressed with its ability to blast multiple darts at once.
But the grenade had never been made.
One of the darts hit him, and he reached for his handgun. He pointed its laser at Silver's head, but it would avail little. Blazemane took a quick shot, which fell more towards the target's midsection, and then rolled quickly behind a counter.
The power of Silver's shotgun was immense, and Blazemane looked down in a bag he had strapped across his shoulder. There, laying inside, was the air soft gun he had put there only twenty minutes before.
Well, if it came to that...
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Taking a dart to the chest, Silver grinned and leapt leapt behind cover of a conveniently placed icecream truck. He levered down the barrels of the shotgun causing the spent shells to eject to either side of him and clatter on the floor. A quick reload and the barrels were snapped back in place. After the sounds of brief rummaging, Silver emerged from behind the ice cream truck, shotgun in both hands, a popsicle hanging out his mouth and reflective aviator glasses over his eyes. "I have come to kick a$$ and chew gum." He announced before blasting another volley of darts into Blaze's head.
"But I'm behind a counter!" Blazemane shouted angrily, even as the darts flew straight and undeniably into his head.
He reached in the bag.
"Chew this!" he shouted while pulling back on his air soft gun to load a plastic bearing. Then he fired right at Silver's left hand. He quickly pumped again, and shot at his chest, and then at his aviator glasses.
Nurann tried to dodge the nerf shot fired off by her supposedly noble comrade. As the crowd began to move and split, she ducked and danced between them before finding purchase on a wall and scrambling up it as quickly as she could. The mutant elf finally swung herself up around the pipework in the ceiling and began to watch the chaos unfold beneath her.
Usually at this point the young elf would bugger off and let her peers strike, shoot, and feather-bomb each other in to oblivion while keeping as far away as professionally possible. Lately, however, she had been in an odd nostalgic mood and had been considering dusting off her RP skills... Nurann shrugged and absentmindedly began to reach behind her back to feel at the long bow that rested there.
Instead, her fingers brushed against a nerf dart stuck to her shoulder. Oh, it was SO on.
Nurannoniel whipped her bow around and pulled a long feathered nerf dart out of her quiver, taking aim at the tall figure of Silver a few stories below her. As soon as she felt sure of her shot, the elf let the nerf arrow fly.
(Greatly appreciating that recap Blaze. As I mentioned, I sort of took off during the last three battles ^_^; lol)
*doesn't pull out her weapon, dodges the bullet, and runs around in the distance to plot out her exact move*
"Oh...this means war." The wolf commented evilly, she may need help from someone. Unsure, who to ask for help, she observed in the distance. Wagging her spiked tail, as she thought she was out of fire.
"How's a wolf supposed to hold a gun anyways?" The canine asked, confused.
Wicked Woman enters the room only to be nearly hit by a nerf projectile. "Hey!" She said as she back out of the room "Those things slaggin' hurt!" She was never seen in the room again.
WW
Prime: "Any last words?"
Demolisher: "not the face, NOT THE FACE!"
Razor One waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were nerf warriors in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Admen Saffire were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Razor was a fouram adman for fourteen months. When he was young he watched the posters and he said to dad "I want to be on the forums daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY NERF WARRIORS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the forum base of BWINT he knew there were nerf warriors.
"This is Saffire" the radio crackered. "You must fight the nerf warriors!"
So Razor gotted his nurf rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the nerf warriors
"I will shoot at him" said the SilverfromOz and he fired the rocket nerfs. Razor nerfed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the nerf warriurs" he shouted
The radio said "No, Razor. You are the nerf warriors"
And then Razor was a pillow.
He was rarely seen or heard from and when he finally did make a apperance he was often silent. Some would think the one call Dannn was deep in thought, but those that truly knew him saw the truth. He was dreaming of a day when he would be free of working for the Nerf Corporation. The burden of working for a warmongering company had taken a toll on him and countless others. It was only a matter of time before things got out of hand. They had sent him into the field to cover up the war. To do that he had to terminate all witnesses.
Dannn pulled out his custom made nerf revolver, spring loaded with a bendy straw. It had enough power to pierce through flimsy cardboard. To hold that much power in one's hand was enough to make one go mad with power. The curly hair youth crackle with glee as he search for a target with his new "friend".
Having been knocked off his feet by the response to his initial volley, and the casual carpet bombing run of Beastbot, Silver groaned to his feet with a suction dart stuck in the middle of one of the aviator lenses. Looking down at his trusty shotgun and noting that all the ammunition had been spent, he let it clatter to the floor whilst running outside the room. Battle continued to rage on in the passing moments. The door which Silver had previously left was suddenly kicked open and there stood the fuzor in trench coated glory, wielding dual N-Strike Vulcan gatling guns. Screaming out to the fray the said "Say hello to my little..." before darts came screaming towards him, causing him to yelp and leap behind cover. Slaggit! Gotta remember to stop pontificating during battle
