What a coincidence that I ran across this thread;
I was hanging out with a couple of friends on T.A.R.D.I.S cruise night at the Bob's Big Boy, you know, the one near the end of space/time within Dimension 8, when one of our other friends comes suddenly spinning in from Dimension 5 all out of breath and such. He grabs this chick's WhiteDwarf-tini and gulps the whole liter down plasma-brella and all, catches his breath and then proceeds to tell us that he was just chilling in some nebula with his cousin when a few of his cousin's friends shows up. They eventually started wondering about concussion based weapons fired in a zero grav environment. Just then one of the vato's pulls an M92 and says '...you mean like this one...' and another pulls a M1911 and says '...no homes, like this one...'. They start firing at each other. The point at which they were standing was the bullet they fired from the guns, just spinning in place. Each of them, since their mass was greater than the bullets, was each propelled backwards, slamming against the opposite ends of Dimension 5. Stretching that continium to the point where it started to colasped upon itself. It was all our friend could do to quickly get his bagged and sparkin' Tardis off the ground and get anywhere/dimension else before he imploded.
Oh, does THIS only operate near it's planet's name-sake????
I was hanging out with a couple of friends on T.A.R.D.I.S cruise night at the Bob's Big Boy, you know, the one near the end of space/time within Dimension 8, when one of our other friends comes suddenly spinning in from Dimension 5 all out of breath and such. He grabs this chick's WhiteDwarf-tini and gulps the whole liter down plasma-brella and all, catches his breath and then proceeds to tell us that he was just chilling in some nebula with his cousin when a few of his cousin's friends shows up. They eventually started wondering about concussion based weapons fired in a zero grav environment. Just then one of the vato's pulls an M92 and says '...you mean like this one...' and another pulls a M1911 and says '...no homes, like this one...'. They start firing at each other. The point at which they were standing was the bullet they fired from the guns, just spinning in place. Each of them, since their mass was greater than the bullets, was each propelled backwards, slamming against the opposite ends of Dimension 5. Stretching that continium to the point where it started to colasped upon itself. It was all our friend could do to quickly get his bagged and sparkin' Tardis off the ground and get anywhere/dimension else before he imploded.
Oh, does THIS only operate near it's planet's name-sake????