⇨ SPACE FIGHT

[ringleaders]

Who: Carnival members, athletes, and aliens.
When: Forward-dated to Day 44
Where: The carnival, Zargon, and Olympic Spaceship.
What: Whoops, it's an alien invasion.
Warnings: Cartoon violence, and an overabundance of Yakety Sax style shenanigans

THE ALIEN HORDES↴ On the morning of Day 44, things go a bit differently. The carnival opens it's doors and for an hour, things are going just fine...until the aliens attack, that is. ► ALIEN INVASION: The carnival, the athlete's village, and Olympic Spaceship will find themselves overrun by aliens: specifically, a race called the Greimen. The name's accurate: they look like stereotypical grey aliens, only 2-4 feet tall. They're invading the spaceship and the planet, trying to take control of Zargon and Olympic Spaceship for themselves. The main strength these aliens have is their numbers: there's literally thousands of them. Unfortunately for the aliens, they don't have many other strengths. They're easily punchable, kickable, ray guns permanently set to stun, and other amusing space weapons designed to minorly inconvenience people. ► FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT: The fighting lasts for a good half-hour or so before the Ringmaster decides no, this is dumb. Characters who aren't at the carnival will feel a compulsion to return to the carnival. Once everyone's there, the Ringmaster will magically eject the remaining aliens from carnival grounds and yank the carnival away from the Olympics themselves. ► OOC GUIDELINES: Despite the fact that this is a fight log, the carnage shouldn't be too excessive! No horribly mutilating the aliens, y'all. The aliens are only mildly better equipped than the Space Olympics themselves, so everything will be a bit comedic and light-hearted. Characters can get hurt, but the wounds should tend more towards 'amusing injuries' than 'someone losing a leg'. As the log's forward-dated, feel free to keep doing all your fun space olympics nonsense in the other logs!

Comments

[insidescoop]

"Well, here you go..! And once we're back you'll be able to get to the cookhouse fine~" So hopefully, that really Is a corndog.

Otherwise, uh.

That'll suck.

[textsfromhotland]

The corndog is as big as she is currently. It seems Alphys did not think this clever plan through.

...She's gonna munch on it anyway.

"H-how much longer until we get back?" She asks in between bites. "I mean, n-no rush, but- OH GOD LOOK OUT!"

As if on cue, a Greiman with an armful of free swag comes running directly at them.

[fortuneglass]

It's fine. She can do it. She can conquer this entire corn-dog.

Carly is doing a remarkable job of keeping Alpyhs' bag balanced all things considered-she ducks, and rather skillfully snatches that greiman's stuff with one of her free arms as she continues running. "I don't know-I'm not stopping though, don't worry~

"We're more...Dashing-and-grabbing!~" Carly that's Illegal.