One nine millimeter pistol, an abandoned warehouse, 12 noon.
Plenty of cover, lots of hiding places.
Plenty of cover, lots of hiding places.
You move like a pregnant cowRawne1980 said:I shall have a sword and a collection of insults.
You sir, do fight like a dairy farmer....
Oh please, i survived numerical methods. Bring it on, I'll make you're eyes glaze over so much you could rebuild Crystal Palace with them.SckizoBoy said:A British university lecture theatre...
I'll bore you to death with useless knowledge, arrogance and superciliousness...(!)
A battle of wits you say?Darth Carr said:A debate hall
3:00 PM
Wit
It shall be a duel of the minds, no physical violence. Instead, the kind to make men weep with mere words.