Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4946188-20170426165444/@comment-27661770-20170428003216

No more than 3 minutes prior.

Ford Pin es was busy adjusting the ties on the Stan-O-War II, when he heard a wrench slide to the ground.

"Huh? ...Stan, this better not be some Bill prank. You're a little old for.... ah, who am I kidding? You're never too old for pranks..."

He went to investigate.

And immediately tripped into a portal. The look on his face said one thing: "Are yuou kidding mke right now."

And then he smacked his face on the dirt, and buhbye Gravity Falls.

Meanwhile, a biomech cleaned an endoskeleton. Third dirty one today! Were the kids just throwing pizza at them? He poked his head out, as the place closed for the night.

Yep, that was exactly what was happening: kids throwing pizza. He sighed...

and then fell backwards into another world.

MEANWHILE, an ex-military, ex- Weaponiuzed Animals Regiment veteran grabbed his keys and prepared to go to work. He looked at his KA-BAR. ...no, mustn't use. Must. Noit. Use.

And then he fell ito a hole.

Which wasn't a hole.

Elsewhere...

1944. Shortly before Operation: D-Day. A lone robot in a rowboat rowed across the stormy, steel-gray seas, rain pouring down on him. He had one liberated POW, and that was one Thomas Stroddisun. The poor man had taken a Luger pistol and shot two guards before taking a bullet to the knee on his escape off the ship. Mack rowed, and rowed, and rowed, as the boat's third and final occupant coughed. One BJ Blazkowitcz. Legendary soldier, and heavily dangerous to thew Nazi war machine. Bright whirlpool...

...wait, bright whirlpool?

Then, portal.

Same universe, in the "Der Riese" 935 Outpost.

Doctor Edward Richtofen, little-known enterprising Nazi scientist skilled with zombies and ununpentium, was planning to perform an unorthodox coup against Maxis. One of his different division colleagues, the well-known Wilhelm Strasse, sat beside him experimenting on a zombie with their ability to be controlled via technology. The Fuhrer had expressed great personal interest in this idea, and even Maxis' bosses had been wondering if it was possible. For now, it certainly was the most likely idea. Strasse had also had a hand in designing the Panzersoldat units, failed though they had been. He considered it a work almost above his own Ubersoldats.

And then surprise portals.

Elsewhere.

A man from another planet trudged across lonely sands. Vash was lonely and rightfully so.

If he took a life, he'd hate himself forever for it.

...shimmering hole? May as well.

YET ELSEWHERE...

Three kids kicked a ball around a cul-de-sac in Orange Grove. Eddy's antics were on hold for now.

...ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING WHERE ED JUST WENT.

YET ELSEWHERE...

Two park workers made snide conversation.

"Benson's really losing his chill lately. You think he's okay?"

"Bensoin? Psh. Be-be-be-be-ben-son, he ain't a friend son!"

"Dude. Not the time. ...we should probably get to work."

"UGH. FiiiiiiiiiiiiiwaitwhatarethosegloooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

They fell through, to say the least.

In the wastes of Nevada, a lone man trudged. Sand, sand, more sand... oh good, a dead body. A sign of SOMETHING. Probably an AAHW execution.

And of course, they leave some tech around. Namely LSD circle. TIME TO HOP IN.

In New York City, meanwhile, a murderous doll strode streets he once haunted.

"...not... killing. Got a promise to the wife. ...ya know, it's funny what twine can do, though. Strangle, amputate, blind... ..;.gotta keep PACIFIST, dammit. Oh boy, drugs! Inb the form of hole! Hey, why not? In New York, do shit."

And he leapt in.

Meanwhile, something... someONE... hummed a merry song while they worked. Normally chipper, and they had a large smile on their face.

There was one problem with that picture.

They were cutting organs out of a screaming murder victim.

"Oh, shooshie! You SAID you wanted to help make 'em! Five bits an hour!"

Slight giggle as the anonymous person bled out, tears rolling down their eyes.