Russians vs Prussia vs Poland
Who: Prussia 2cool4europe, Poland, yougogirlfrien, Boris rghthandneoborg, and Yuriy novaerog
Where: The Warehouses
When: Noonish...? idk
Rating: Rated Teen; for death and violence and, idk, swearing
Summary: Yuriy is tired of these so called nations and his more crazy-self has got him wanting to kill Prussia and Poland; Boris agrees in helping. They're tracking both Poland and Prussia down.
the log:
Yuriy stared down at the cold weight of the gun in his hands, clenching his fingers around the weapon tightly. It wasn't much different then his beyblade launcher; Yuriy figured he wouldn't have a problem with using it.
Pocketing the gun to his side where his launcher had been at one point, Yuriy glanced around. Monsters still littered the streets and the sky was still gloomy....A smirk appeared to his mouth. A perfect day for a kill.
"Boris, you're...friends with Poland..why don't you call him over to the warehouses?" After all, they would have a greater advantage over there. "I'll contact the other nuisance."
He didn't bother waiting to see if Boris acknowledged him as he took out his communicator next, quickly sending a message to that Prussia bastard.
Hey, old goat, at the warehouse. You have five minutes.
Where: The Warehouses
When: Noonish...? idk
Rating: Rated Teen; for death and violence and, idk, swearing
Summary: Yuriy is tired of these so called nations and his more crazy-self has got him wanting to kill Prussia and Poland; Boris agrees in helping. They're tracking both Poland and Prussia down.
the log:
Yuriy stared down at the cold weight of the gun in his hands, clenching his fingers around the weapon tightly. It wasn't much different then his beyblade launcher; Yuriy figured he wouldn't have a problem with using it.
Pocketing the gun to his side where his launcher had been at one point, Yuriy glanced around. Monsters still littered the streets and the sky was still gloomy....A smirk appeared to his mouth. A perfect day for a kill.
"Boris, you're...friends with Poland..why don't you call him over to the warehouses?" After all, they would have a greater advantage over there. "I'll contact the other nuisance."
He didn't bother waiting to see if Boris acknowledged him as he took out his communicator next, quickly sending a message to that Prussia bastard.
Hey, old goat, at the warehouse. You have five minutes.