-1: Let it snow- King wasn't in the game anymore. She was...in some kind of very small system. It barely had any room for her to even exist in, much less do stuff. She felt like a ghost. It took some unknown amount of time to figure out where she was. She was...in a body. A physical body, not a digital one. A robot.
In the real world, a tall, well built woman dressed like someone wasn't sure if they were going to a rave or to a SWAT team mission and practically bristling with guns, slowly opened her eyes. She looked down at her hands and slowly turned them over, then up at the sky. If she was cold, she didn't show any signs of it.
Slowly, an enormous and vaguely unhealthy looking grin spread across her face.
-3: Frosty the terrible pun- A swarm of deranged killer monster snowgoons actually ran past you. There was the bang of a shotgun firing, and the one in the back of the pack had one of its legs explode out from under it, causing it to fall over into a snow drift.
A moment later the woman in black emerged at a dead run from a flurry of snow, carrying a shotgun in each hand and looking like she SHOULD be cackling like a madwoman. So it was maybe a bit unnerving that despite the manic glee plastered all over her face she was absolutely silent as she chased after the monsters.
Courtney "King" Barker | OC
King wasn't in the game anymore. She was...in some kind of very small system. It barely had any room for her to even exist in, much less do stuff. She felt like a ghost. It took some unknown amount of time to figure out where she was. She was...in a body. A physical body, not a digital one. A robot.
In the real world, a tall, well built woman dressed like someone wasn't sure if they were going to a rave or to a SWAT team mission and practically bristling with guns, slowly opened her eyes. She looked down at her hands and slowly turned them over, then up at the sky. If she was cold, she didn't show any signs of it.
Slowly, an enormous and vaguely unhealthy looking grin spread across her face.
-3: Frosty the terrible pun-
A swarm of deranged killer monster snowgoons actually ran past you. There was the bang of a shotgun firing, and the one in the back of the pack had one of its legs explode out from under it, causing it to fall over into a snow drift.
A moment later the woman in black emerged at a dead run from a flurry of snow, carrying a shotgun in each hand and looking like she SHOULD be cackling like a madwoman. So it was maybe a bit unnerving that despite the manic glee plastered all over her face she was absolutely silent as she chased after the monsters.