didiexplodeyou

Role-play
Sample - Log:


After
wandering around the facility trying to stay off the radar, Kimblee
found himself in the room referred to as the “bio-dome.” Here
after examining the materials at hand he remembered a combination that
he'd seen used once before during an alchemists State Exam. This
crafty combination involved a paper balloon made from tree's filled
with hydrogen gas procured from a ready source of water. If nothing
else this could be the basis of an amusing explosion, so it seemed
like a winning idea for something to go ahead and replicate.




Within
minutes there was a Hydrogen filled balloon floating around the
bio-dome.




After
a long while of deliberation Kimblee concluded that although he had
been the one to make it, he was not going to be the one to ride such
a volatile craft. And after a few more minutes of staring at his
interesting looking creation, his desire for tactful destruction got
the better of him. At this point he felt all but compelled to send an
imbalance of volatile energy through one of the ropes holding the
balloon to the ground, and within seconds it went up in a glorious
explosion that brought a smile of true joy to Kimblee's face. While
at the same time giving quite a scare to all the other people within
a large portion of the facility.




After
the initial explosion however, Kimblee realized that the smoke from
the paper balloon was going to be a serious problem. So in order to
not kill himself, and on a much lesser note everyone else in the
facility from smoke inhalation, Kimblee felt it necessary in a small
way to at least knock down some of his oh so beautiful flames. He
accomplished this by siphoning off a large portion of the oxygen in
the area surrounding the fire, and replacing it with CO2 since Carbon
was not in short supply in an atmosphere filled with black choking
smoke. This proved quite adequate in suppressing the flames at least
a little bit, but this was as far as he could bring himself to
downplay his beautiful damage.




After
the initial shock of an unexpected explosion, other more brave
individuals were flocking to the source of the noise. Soon after the
first few began attempting to squelch the rest of the remaining
flames and embers, Kimblee quietly walked away quite content with his
first visit to the “bio-dome.”




Role-play
Sample - Journal:


[The
feed begins on it's own as though the blackberry were being
controlled by an outside source. It's first views are of Kimblee
already up and getting his white suit on. After several minutes
taking his sweet time putting on his white suit. And seemingly doing
quite a bit to try and hide his unsightly "collar" that
compounded his confusion of being alive when his last memory is of
certain death.




Kimblee
finally decides to pick up the unusual, round, black box with a red
blinking light, which had been sitting next to his outfit on the
chest of drawers when he woke up.]




Where
the hell am I and what the hell is this thing? Hmm, I wonder what
exactly it's made of. It doesn't seem like any paper or metal I've
ever seen.




[After
a moment of button pressing it lights up with a black background and
the word "recording" flashing on the screen.]




What!?
How does it do that? It's like a glowing picture... unusual. Wait,
recording?! Recording what?




[He
then throws the little black box on the bed and at first contemplates
destroying the thing. Even going through the motions to do so! But it
seems he almost as quickly changing his mind thinking that it might
not be a good idea to blow up something that he's still not sure
exactly what it is yet.




Instead
he prepares himself to go through the only door in the room
regardless of weather it is locked or not.]




Oh
well let it record, It's not like I should have anything to hide in
death. I guess I should see what else there is around here wherever I
am.




[He
goes up to the door and tests the lock, when the handle moves freely
he turns it until it stops and pauses.]




Well,
Here we go.




[And
apparently the Berry has a maximum video recording limit, or really
does seem to have a will of it's own. Because the last sound recorded
is the sound of the door opening as the recording comes to an end.]