Shadow the Hedgehog

I have a laptop but it's not on. I use my phone for sake of ease. I was just trying it out seeing as the youtube link worked.

I'm just going to test whether I can post a picture from a phone. http://ss2sonic.deviantart.com/art/Tails-Doll-183338938 It appears not. I have failed.

"Yes. I know how to stay undetected. I saw a lot of pine trees in the forest so I suggest we use that to mask our scent. Don't want anything uncommon to draw them to us."

She kind of died. 50 years in the past. And not to mention she was a human. Not the best recipe for romance. Sorry Dylan but you must be punished.

We can be stealthy. There's a lot of abandoned buildings, as long as we don't do anything stupid we should remain undetected.

"If everything's decided, we leave at sundown. Let's hope we get something from this."

"None of us are expendable Locke. You have 2 young kids to care for, I'm an incredibly valuable asset to GUN. We all know the risks involved in this, but if Dylan wants to come, we have no right to stop him. It IS his zone after all. If you're really worried about him, I can have Crowley go with him. He'll make sure nothing happens, and he can get Dylan out of there in a flash if necessary."

"I've got thermite. You planning to get into a vault or something? And very well Dylan, I'll hold off the demolitions."

"I didn't bring all these explosives to just walk in the front door."

Take a bath in some peroxide there blondie?

Locke and I came up with a basic plan earlier, but there's one detail still missing. The plan is to blow their perimeter, lure a bunch of werehogs there and to slip inside during the confusion. Do you know of anything that can draw them to a location besides running up to em and running back. Like a pheremone or a particular scent?

You look a tad rabid there Geoffrey.

Shadow walked into the room followed by Crowley. "I got some backup. Granted I was expecting Omega or at least a Delta squad, but I guess it's better than nothing. I see you have the maps Dylan. Excellent."

ALL GLORY TO THE CHEERLEADER *begins slowly clapping in unison* With Sir Spamalot gone, I can comfortably win.

"I see your point. You better get back in there and brief Dylan. I need to familiarise myself with this rifle, then send a report on our progress back to HQ." (OOC I completely understand you Skye. Shadow on the other hand is far too busy imagining the worst possible outcome. He is incredibly stressed so he would revert to his pessimism).

"I never said to be overprotective. I'm just saying that them running around on their own is a bad idea. This whole world is a warzone. When you see the reports I do, you realise that fact. Haven is the exception, not the rule. And thank you, I'm sure it'll come in handy.... man I needed that leave. This constant barrage of misery and near death experiences really puts a crimp on my mood.

"Knock yourself out man. Pass me that oil will ya?" (OOC I just figured Skye and Melody's nonchalance would get to Shadow, seeing as he is incredibly serious about such matters).

Shadow's patience was running out. Just as he was about to rant at Skye about his own experiences of what can happen to a child on Mobius, he stopped himself and left. When he got to his room, he began to disassemble his dart gun for cleaning, hoping to keep himself occupied.

"You may think you can handle it. But that sort of overconfidence can be your downfall. There's nothing wrong with having a sense of superiority as long as you can back it up and I mean no offence, but I doubt you can. You two hardly have the strong outward image of your step brother, so you'll be seen as easy targets."

"Castle Acorn doesn't take visitors I'm afraid. After all it is still in use. And your brother is right. Though it may seem peaceful here, one does not simply walk around Mobius. It is still a dangerous world."

Complete pot shot again. Espio

"You did smell waffles, yes. They were very nice." said Shadow with a smirk as he went to clean the waffle iron.

The Sonic.exe creepypasta. A guy's friend, who he hasn't seen in weeks, sends him a letter with a CD, telling him to destroy it and under no circumstances play it. He plays it and soon regrets it.

I'm sorry but if you're dumb enough to play a cursed CD that your recently missing friend begged you to destroy, you deserve to die. Also, I win.

You can't kill a man with a moustache like that. By 80s cop show standards he'd be the chief.