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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sialia" data-source="post: 540295" data-attributes="member: 1025">Ok, let's clarify here: the f8cking scary undead we met last night were NOT actually walking around moaning "Braaaaannnn!"There were, as I recall, too busy ripping the crud out of a large number of heavily armored and armed steroid enhanced miltary boys.Before the assualt, we were chatting nervously about what was likely to happen, or not happen during the assault. Somebody brought up the subject of stupid things that mobs (monsters) drop in games like Dark Age of Camelot. Mythago mentioned that undead filidhs drop, of all things,muffins. It suddenly dawned on us that therefore, zombies don'twalk around saying "Braaaaains"--what they actually want is "Braaaaan!"Various witty comments were suppressed on the subject of what a diet of corpses does for one's regularity.It may not seem terribly funny to those of you sitting in your nice warm cubicles wasting your bosses money reading this, but to a group of stressed out Agents (and the one remaining Friendly) who were pretty sure they were going to have to all die heroically in the next few rounds, it was hysterical.Then one of the boys from downstairs poked his head up the stairwell and looked at Team Phoenix and said, "Get down here!  We need help!" and I knew right away that the helmeted head was probably a ghoul with a swiped hat and not a real soldier, 'cause I was pretty sure most of our soldiers downstairs were dead already.  And while I was trying to decide what to do about that, I almost didn't see the small cylinder rolling toward my feet.With no pin in it.So, I'm standing there in a mosty empty wooden building with no cover but my team mates, and I've used two of those already.Without thinking too much about it, I bring my fire axe around in a golf swing.The grenade shoots through a window and explodes in mid air above the street, spraying napalm all over the outside of the building.So much for our attempt to keep the whole raid quiet.The leader of our troops tries to warn his boys that the building is now seriously on fire.The head Ghoul comments back over the radio "Thanks for the warning."We realize that the Ghouls pretty much have thier situation under control on the first floor, and the NRO commander orders his boys to withdraw.And then he orders two of his perimeter teams to kill everything that comes out of the building.Which they do.Then he orders Team Phoenix to withdraw as well.Having a fine acoustic advantage to comprehend what just happened to the downstairs team, we are reluctant to head streetside.  We go up, and manage to retreat out a third story window without getting nailed by friendly fire.But also without having managed to do squat to the Ghouls below us, or determine anything about where they are or how many are left.We estimate we've got ten minutes left before the media and emergency crews arrive and the whole action has to be wrapped up. It'll take at least fifteen to twenty before the building collapses enough to seriously bother the heavily armored, machine gun-wielding, spellcasting ghouls below.Odds are, if the head ghoul escapes, our problems will be much, much worse than they were before we began the raid . . . and those problems were bad enough to make us want to do this idiotic thing in the first place.And then, and then . . .  someone had an idea  . . . one of you guys want to take it from here?(uh, that would be "guys" in the non-gender specific sense)</blockquote>

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