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| Kybur |
Apr 27, 12 at 6:05pm ^
Reminiscence [M] [IO] [C-B]
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Log in to remove this sponsored message As an act of thanks and recognition for all that we have achieved together, from the smallest introductions to the grandest finales, I would like to formally dedicate this role-play to the following people… Ali_45 AzureLao Ditnopota Fenrir67 gta4roks Hman242 Marquis Resilience The Kushala Kid XtremeBladesta 4 Aces For the discovery I made of each of you individually, that there were such people here to befriend and work with for so long. For showing interest in my work, and making yourselves a part of the many trials I lay down. For remaining by my side, up to the distant or premature ends of each of those trials, still expressing satisfaction for what had already been accomplished. For helping me come so far down the path, to write so many incredible stories, and befriend so many wonderful people… Thank you all. So much. ![]() Gentlemen,
This is not the same as any of those old games. This is a tribute. To the characters we created, the locations we placed, and the paths we took. For mere days, I have been mentally constructing an island hotel, a veritable paradise where every character from every story we ever partook in now resides in blissful retirement, done with their old existences and seated in the lap of luxury. There stand monuments to their achievements, their comedies, tragedies… every event we put them in, from the alpha to the omega, the beginning to the end. Yes, they now know who we are. Their creators, their gods… they understand, and because we see fit, they have accepted their histories in return for their current and perpetual residence. Best yet… I, as the master of this house, have invited all of you to visit this paradise, reconnect with all your old characters, bring them together, tie up loose ends, and eventually say your goodbyes. We will all congregate amongst our mental fabrications and mementos. No restrictions are in place, no laws have been declared. We are merely to enjoy ourselves, spend time with our creations, and participate in variety of activities, both which will come spontaneously, and that which already been planned out. There shall be a reunion, a celebration, and even an awards ceremony, for both our characters and us… a fitting finale to all our old gambits. I welcome you here. And so do all our creations. You shall arrive by train over expansive waters, and then… we will begin. Your good friend, Roy Kybur Edit: Apr 28, 12 2:31pm | |
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| Kybur |
Apr 28, 12 at 2:28pm ^
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You’re onboard the train to the island…
You’re seated in one of the four booths situated along the sides of the cart. You’re dressed nice and already enjoying yourself. The rest of the party who were invited are occupying the rest of the cart, sitting and having a few drinks, talking about what they expect to see, so on and so forth. You turn your head to gaze out the window, admiring the endless horizon over the ocean the train is riding over. Your mind drifts to thoughts of the man who invited you hear, appreciative of the chance you’ve been given. You’re excited to see all your creations in one place, and all your fellow creators as well. You’re very satisfied with your current situation. Suddenly, the blank screen hung up between the two doors at the front of the cart slides down. The projector tucked into the ceiling of the cart lowers from its little alcove and aims towards the screen, a faint light emanating from its lens. Everyone in the cart sits and watches as the screen gives way to the visage of yours truly, dressed formally and sitting at a polished desk, with hands folded together. “Gentlemen.” I announce, as a quiet tune begins to sound from the video. “It’s good to see you all here, in one place, with one destination ahead. I thank you all for taking the time to visit the hotel. I assure you, enjoyment is guaranteed, and you will not go away displeased. Your creations are all waiting eagerly for you to arrive, just as I am. When you do arrive, we will start with a short reunion, and then a tour of the hotel. The rest of the island is for you to discover yourselves.” I smile and announce, “I will inform you when you are nearing the island. Until then, just enjoy yourselves. And thank you all once again for accepting my invitation.” The screen fades to black, and is replaced with a running slideshow of different areas of the hotel and island. You are left to your own accord, just the same as everyone else. You may now begin. ------------------- And don't forget, when your elders forget To say their prayers Take 'em by the legs And throw 'em down the stairs | |
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| Fenrir67 |
Apr 28, 12 at 6:32pm ^
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The joy within my chest was nearing overbearing. Thinking of just going back, and seeing my children once more, left a huge dumb grin on my face. Of course they never left, always lingering in the back of my mind, playing out tales which were never told, or were never reached, just to entertain my time during class or long trip rides, but it wasn't the same as using them to tell stories with others...
The length of the trip, minus the refreshments, was a bit of a killjoy though. Long trips made my legs itch. Made me want to walk around, or start a moshpit or something. But I had to stay relaxed so I don't act like a dumbass or somethin. Trying to chill a bit, I peered around the cart in which I was in, making eye contact with my other cohorts in RP's and DE's past, one at a time, nodding and smiling. Even GTA, despite the rocky start we all had to endure. I smirked, turning my gaze to the window outside once more. The cold rim of the bottle of coke in my hands, touched against my lips softly, and I took several swigs. Oh who would I meet there? Ben? Audriana? Odin? Or would it just be some huge party where we meet everyone and hang out? Well Kybur did say they all will be waiting for me... so I've got me a posse to look forward to. My eyes fluttered slightly, and a yawn escaped my lips. Another downside to trips, was that it made me excrutiatingly drowsy. The sun danced off the water below, sparking and shooting beams of light every here and there, forcing me to shut my eyes to avoid scorching my retnas. It was inevitable now. My mind started to drift as sleep had snuck up on me. All of my characters... all standing next to each other and enjoying the time off. Hell most if not all came from an apocalypse type deal. Fighting and shooting and killing just to survive... Must be a violent switchup to sunbathing, consuming fruity drinks, and talking about their adventures. Playin volleyball on the beach, and swimming in either the ocean or hotels pool. They got it lucky... I sighed. But ultimately I was happy. I'll get to spend time with my beloved characters once more, before having to say goodbye... But I tried not to think about that. It just made me sad. ------------------- quote Kybur | |
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| Shave ya Head |
Apr 29, 12 at 4:20am ^
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I was in a posh bar, lined with red velvet and blue carpets. Standing at the bar, i found myeself to be dressed in a charcoal black suit, a fedora on my head. I felt the cold coin in my hand before if flew up in the air, spun around a few times, and landing smartly back in my hand. A spotlight was shining down on me, all eyes were on me, my handsome self.
Another loud click echoed as another spotlight fired up a few meters away. "Holy tolito!" i heard myself say. A woman stood in the other spotlight, mid 20's, flowing black hair, gazing addictive eyes and draped in a long, shiny red dress. "Wow Rosalie so tell me..." i flicked my hair back, "...what brings you here tonight?" Rosalie didn't talk, but gave a long, cheeky smile before placing her hand upon my chest, and pushing. I only just managed to keep my balance as i took 10 odd steps back, while trying to regain my composure. I expected laughs from the rest of the bar but none came. The light that had been illuminating me at the bar swiftly shifted to my new position to reveal i was now stood on the dance floor. I smiled at her apprehensively as she slowly, sexily walked towards me. She reached me and walked around me several times, surveying my body with eyes like those of a hawk. She stopped in front of me after 3 orbits and raised her hands. In one, she grabbed my own, pulling my arm around her back. In the other, she grabbed my other arm and put my hand on her waist. Slowly she led as we began to dance. We moved gently through the twilight of the disco globe as danced slowly, romanticly. This was amazing, and i never wanted it to end. Rosalie then stopped moving to cue us to stop dancing. She looked at me in my eyes, and i the same with her. In them i saw the universe, floating amidst a beautiful sea of blue. I was abruptly brought back to reality when i noticed how close our eyes were to each other. We were now mere centimeters apart, our lips craving each other. I was nervous, but it had to happen. I took action and leant forward for the kiss, but it never came. Still i went forward, knowing the touch was about to come. but it never did. Instead i fell. I fell forward, flat on my face in the middle of the dance floor. I stood up looking around, but the spotlight above made only the dance floor visible. "Rosalie!" i shouted. "Rose!". But she never replied. Instead, the most horrid, shreiking laughter ensued. The spotlight dispersed and the lights came on. The dance floor was surrounded by many tables and they held many chairs. There was no one here, but the shrieking laughter still went on. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out when it abruptly stopped. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself back on the train, bounding towards the island once again... ------------------- | |
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| Ali_45 |
Apr 29, 12 at 4:30am ^
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As the screen faded to black, his eyes drifted from it and scanned the room. He recognized everyone here, not through their face, or their manner or even their voice, but through the way they formed their words. From their patterns and their pauses.
And the man that had invited him, the one that appeared on the screen. He recognized him. For many of the people here; he had been like a puppeteer or rather a play-maker. He had set the boundaries for many of the stories these peoples alter egos had inhabited, his imagination had created every setting and set every detail. He shifted in his seat, turning towards the windows, to watch as the train sped past the seemingly never end expanse and seemingly impossible speeds. He poured a glass, sank back into the seat and watched the expanse and the people. ------------------- Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, sed dulcius pro patria vivere, et dulcissimum pro patria bibere. Ergo, bibamus pro salute patriae | |
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| Kybur |
Apr 29, 12 at 8:35am ^
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I stared at my own reflection through the mirror, admiring the attire I’d selected for the day. A set of dark, formal garments detailed with markings as green as luminescent emeralds, covered by a fur-lined coat that made me look like I was the lion with an abnormally large mane. And to top it all off, literally… I slowly place a top hat upon my head, with green band tied around it and an emerald embedded within.
I don’t know what everyone else will think, but I’d say I look pretty damn good for the occasion. I turn and walk out of the changing room, into the hallway, the door shutting itself behind me. There, sitting outside, are three of my own creations, sitting and waiting for me; Zachary Banes, David Sinacre, and Deuclian Isaac Grail. “Well?’ I ask, still smiling. “How do I look?” “Extravagant!” Zachary announces with a smile. “Decent.” Deuclian replies, clearly not as enthusiastic. “Like *bleep*ing Willy Wonka.” David blatantly says aloud. I point at David with my gloved hand and say, “Hush. I like it, so that automatically means you have to like it too.” David shakes his head and says in his raspy ghoul voice, “Hey, you’re the one who made me a painfully honest bastard. You ask for my opinion, you get the truth like you get a brick in the face. You know what I suggest? Rip up the tails a bit, it’ll say something about your character.” David’s one of my favorites. Truly. “Alright, fine. Screw you too.” I reply. I look at all of them and say, “Now if you would, get back down to the lobby with the rest of the crowd. The boys are on their way here, and they could arrive at any moment.” The three of them nod and stand up to leave for the elevator. They mutter a few things, probably expectant of a select few of the creators coming to the island. Oh, well. Their excitement is something I can count on. I turn and begin walking in the opposite direction however, heading for… well, that’s just for me to know, really. ------------------- And don't forget, when your elders forget To say their prayers Take 'em by the legs And throw 'em down the stairs | |
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| Resilience |
Apr 29, 12 at 8:40am ^
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As I sat on the train, my phone began to ring. I answered it as I had so many times before.
"Burke." "Josh? It's Kyle. Where did you go?" "Kyle, I left a note on the fridge. I'm not going to be able to take care of you for a while. I'm going to a...meeting. Just relax, your dad will pick you up." I turned the phone off and sat in in my bag. I was happy Roy finally invited us all together for one last venture. The best part was, I'm able to explain to my creations the reasoning and inspiration behind them. I can finally give them the peace they've been looking for. I leaned back and closed my eyes, remembering Michael Black. He was, I believe, my first African-American creation. The only one, besides Wally Z. I let my emotions begin Michael's conflict with Rachael. I also used them to end it. For the better, perhaps. Then again, I had originally begun with Ryan Braul. He was my test subject to see if I could use explosives in a character. Shame he was just another assassin. What was my problem? I've seen so much death in my life, and I've made my characters kill? Were they actually different plagues personified? Not all of them, though. Lauren was one of my favorites. I based her off of Lumen, unknowingly. Lumen...I want to see you in another season of Dexter. I did manage transitions a little easier with her, making Dark find her body and become feral, then having Edward Hyde kill the ghoul. Never leave a creature to suffer, if it cannot be nursed. Dark, you'll be one of those people I can't wait to see. You were the embodiment of my hatred, my frustration. I used you to channel my anger from my limitations. Roy will have a blast with this, I'm sure. Our characters will be great too. They've always gotten along. Even our creations were friends. Who knows, maybe Dark will see Devinder again. I've killed off far too many of my creations. Maybe it's because I've never believed in 'happily ever after'. No matter, they're back. I get to say goodbye. "But I wanted her on the train!" A teenage voice sounded out from outside my compartment. I sighed, I knew that tone. I never knew his name, but it appears he thinks Grand Theft Auto 4 Rocks. It's not a big deal, I won't speak to him unless absolutely necessary. But, it's like a family reunion. There's always someone. ------------------- ![]() If Only You Knew The Thoughts I Brew | |
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| The Kushala Kid |
Apr 29, 12 at 9:04am ^
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"My head..." I grumble, my face buried in my hands.
Putting it nicely, it hurt like *bleep*. Too many people think it's easy being a student. They only look at all the perks: huge parties, day-drinking, not having to face the real world, student loans, more drinking. But nobody seems to understand the hardships we have to face to enjoy these: financial bullshit, not having money to spend on drinking, deadlines, exams, staying up all night so you don't miss said deadlines and, above all else, the hangovers. Dear God! The hangovers! So yeah, I'm a bit of a mess right now: hair all over the place after a a fairly uneasy sleep on the couch; eyes probably bloodshot, can't see my reflection well enough to know for sure; my head feeling like it's been slammed in a car door; and I can't even tell if my gut is trying to tell me to puke, or eat. To sum it up, my body is trying to die. I really should have planned this a little better, I mean, I knew I'd be getting on this train today but going out last night just seemed like such a good idea at the time. Anyway, enough bitching, about the hangover at least. I also hate trains. Especially long uneventful train journeys, they're always too warm and the seats are far too uncomfy to fall asleep on, stupid Scotrail. They can't do anything right, hell getting the trains to run on time is a bloody achievement for them. Sucks, since they're my usual method of transport around Scotland. Sadly, their still better than buses, I can't sleep on either. Travelling sucks. Seeing places and people from all over the world is great, but actually travelling itself is tedious and uncomfortable. Unless of course you find a way to make it eventful. I let my hands fall from my head as the pain subsides, the hangover's fading a little now. Looking out the window for the first time in a while: nothing but blue. The sky, the sea, all illuminated wondrously by the sun. It's actually kinda unnerving, not seein a single could in the sky. You'd never see that in Scotland for more than an hour. I gotta say, I'm kinda looking forward to meeting this people, and how they react to me, knowing that I've chosen they're every action. What they thought was fate dealing them a good, or bad, hand in life was simply them following out a story I had set in my head. How would they feel about that? I know not all of them got it easy from me, some lost parents, friends, even their lives. Would they be angry? After all, it would be far too easy to accuse me of tormenting them for my own amusement? I like to feel that they would thank me though, as every experience I put them through was for their own betterment, hardships placed in their lives so that they can grow. An interesting idea occurs to me, partly inspired by that one train of thought, partly from my module in Philosophy this semester. How can we argue that we exist? How can we, knowing these creations were completely oblivious to our existence, claim that we are different from them? Who is to say that we too are anything more than just characters in another, more grand roleplay. And, following that, how deep does the rabbit hole actually go? I guess the answer is, we can't know. We cannot state anything with absolute certainty because all that we claim lies within our knowledge relies on thought processes that have been forged through experiences. And we can never fully rely on our senses to grant us an absolutely correct perception of the world. What a pain in the ass. Too much thinking is hurting my head, and I'm beginning to lose the feeling in my legs from having been sat on this train for so long. Need to stretch my legs a little I think. For the record, that is no easy task when your dressed in a god damn kilt. They're nowhere near as restrictive of movement as a suit, which most of the others seem to have come dressed in, but they are bloody heavy. I will concede though, that they do liberate the entire genital region, and a gentle breeze around your bollocks is never a bad thing. That assumes you go 'true Scotsman' of course, which anyone who calls themself Scottish is obliged to do. I'm still hungover, and after a year of student life, I know the perfect cure for both that, and any tediousness: more alcohol. Reaching into the sporran that rests on the red and gold tartan concealing my manhood from the world, I pull out a small hipflask and admire the familiar crest, a red lion rampant underneath a saltire split between azure and white, lying below an open book, all upon a shield. Obviously, it's the coat of arms of my university, the 3rd oldest in the english speaking world, and I am, despite some of my complaints, proud to be a student there. Then, after a moment, I move on, and open it up. Still some whiskey left in there, Dalwhinnie 15 years if I remember right, might as well put it to good use. Let's hope everyone livens up pretty soon, or I'll be making an arse of myself before the journey is done. Maybe I should offer to share the whiskey? Maybe, not so sure of that idea though... ------------------- Thanks MLIR! ![]() You Labeled Me. I'll Label You. So I Dub Thee Unforgiven. | |
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| Fenrir67 |
Apr 29, 12 at 10:22am ^
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"But I wanted her on the train!"
The pupils of my eyes constricting with the infiltration of light. I hadn't even gotten to anything good yet in my dreams. Breathing through my nose, I situated myself back up, licking my drying lips. I popped my neck, then my elbows, then my fingers, and gotten up, haphazardly shoving my great-uncles coat back on. I stretched, left arm over right, and then right over left, putting pressure with the opposite hands on the elbows. Seemed people on here were rather quiet. All no doubt thinking about the arrival, or their everyday troubles, or what have you. But we were all here now. Might as well conversate with each other. Before going to converse with the other passengers, I had turned my head back to the window in my seat. Making sure that the Green German Military Police Beret atop my cranium was facing proper and not too this way or that. Stroked the lightly colored beard hairs on my face all into place, then checked my teeth for food particles. Made sure my metal toed boots were fine, my pocket watch was still there next to my pocket knife, and that there wasn't any stains on my camo pants. Next I turned my attention toward the fancy, almost military looking blue coat I had been adorned as well. 3 buttons popped into place, then the outer waistband type deal tightened, I pulled the bottoms of the coat, keeping it from being too crumbled round the band. Pretty sad that this was my fanciest uniform... I patted all 4 of my pockets, made sure their contents were still there; a common ritual. 6 rusty nails from a nailgun clip, a backpack cord, condoms, a restriction notice, several friends email addresses, and... cards. All where they should be. I stood up and got ready to move. Edit: Apr 29, 12 6:00pm ------------------- quote Kybur | |
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| Ditnopota |
Apr 29, 12 at 12:36pm ^
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I'm sitting near the back. Not the back of the train per se, but the back of the particular compartment we're all waiting patiently in to see exactly what's in store for us. There's plenty of empty seats here. Makes you wonder about lost possibilities. Who could've been in those seats; who ended up there in the long-run.
Thinking philosophically about train seats... keep up the great work, Steve. I'm letting my mind wander again. Everyone here... I've worked with them before. Done writing projects with almost every single one of them, all over the course of a year and a half. And here they all are again, in one place. I have fond memories of writing with these people. Good to see them again. But then there's my creations themselves. Am I really going to interact with them? Will they accept me as the person who sloppily threw their background stories together late at night when he was having trouble falling asleep? Hell, will they even *bleep*ing care? Probably not. But it's good to come back again either way. I'm glad Roy included me. Here's hoping I don't make him regret it by the end of this. | |
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| XtremeBladesta |
Apr 29, 12 at 4:17pm ^
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I felt like a total idiot. Of course, being my messed-up self, I feel stupid in any public situation, but this in particular was worse. In a normal public place, I'm only worried about being thought of as an idiot by total strangers. But these people here, I respected them. They were, for all intents and purposes, my friends, and for some of them, family. Hell, a few of these guys raised me more than my actual family did, and here I showed up in a pair of jeans, my "A Better Way" shirt, and my jacket while everyone else seemed to be dressed up in suits.
I sighed, leaning onto the window. Still, I figured that they probably wouldn't think much less of me. Probably. At least none of my creations would judge me. Well, probably. Then again, they are all adults, and I'm only 15. I was slightly amused by the thought of them trying to take control just because they're older than me. However, after thinking a few seconds about who they actually are, it seemed even more ridiculous. Sitting back up, I checked my phone. I told all of my friends that I'd be busy and not to message me, and, to my chagrin, they listened. And, although I doubted there was anyone here to enforce the law, my own morals prevented me from drinking. I'm usually pretty stable for long rides, but I hadn't been on a train for probably over 10 years, and I didn't bring anything to entertain me. Fed up, I stood and looked around for my closest comrade-in-arms. Seeing the kilt, I knew I had the right guy. I quickly walked over and plopped myself down next to him. "Okay, so let's get this awkward part out of the way. Do I call you Kushy or Sam or what? Because I knew you as Kushy first, so Sam just seems weird." We chuckled a bit, so I knew I was doing something right. "You can call me Stephen or Bladesta or whatever, just not Steve. Steve's my father." I said with a small grin on my face. ------------------- Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine? | |
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| The Kushala Kid |
Apr 29, 12 at 5:48pm ^
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Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about that.
Apparently when you meet people from the internet in real life, there's a little bit of awkwardness because nobody really seems to quite know what to say, or in this case what name to use. It's a fair enough point though. I mean, if you've known a guy for years as *insert generic username here* and suddenly you come face to face with the same guy in the real world, except his name is *insert generic guy name here* what would you call him? I don't even know. I guess I'll stick to the internet names for now. "Let's go with Kush. Sam just seems strange and scary right now." The kid nods. "And Sam's my grandad. Well, was my grandad. You are Blade now. Makes you sound like some stereotypical badass." He nodded again, too quiet compared to the internet. Now, that was out of the way, I just have to kill the awkwardness. And I have just the thing, random incoherent bullshit. "So, did you know that the reason nobody has ever seen the Loch Ness monster is because they're looking in the wrong place. Despite the name, Nessie actually inhabits Loch Lomond, and so any travellers that take the low road like the song says, usually meet with a gruesome munchy demise. Also, she only eats the ugly ones. Not sure why." The look on his face says it all. It was pretty much screaming 'What the *bleep*?!' at me. "Listen to me son, alcohol's a bad bad thing. Messes with your head, and my God does it hurt in the morning after. On that note," I extend the hipflask to him, still open, "care for some whiskey? Might liven this trip up a little bit." ------------------- Thanks MLIR! ![]() You Labeled Me. I'll Label You. So I Dub Thee Unforgiven. | |
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| gta4roks |
Apr 29, 12 at 6:00pm ^
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I sat alone. I didn't bother talking to anyone, I just sat in my seat in the back of the train. A combination of excitement and nervousness made my heart pound. The silence made me drowsy.
As I drifted off to sleep, I whispered, "Volo fortuna ad ipse et aliis." And gave in to sleep. ------------------- It certainly is a rarity that my signatures are clever at all, hehehe. | |
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| Fenrir67 |
Apr 29, 12 at 6:16pm ^
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Across the way I noticed a boy sit down with a Scotsman in a kilt. If my deduction skills weren't wrong, which they never... rarely... sometimes... mostly are... I'd say that the Scottish born was definitely KK, while the boy across him was more than likely Blade.
I chuckled looking at the kilt again. Bad memories with that damn thing. Creepy old women, flippin my junk out without my say so! In front of family AND loved ones... I HOPE YOU DIE IN A FIERY PIT OLD WOMAN! But needless to say, that kilt couldn't be comfortable. I don't know how anyone could just stand not being under the confines of a pair of boxers. But I digress. I had worked my way up to them, just as KK offered Blade a drink from his Flask. "Care for some whiskey? Might liven this trip up some." "If the kid doesn't want any, I'll take some." I chuckled, sticking my hands in my pants pockets, pushing the bottom of my coat up some. ------------------- quote Kybur | |
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| XtremeBladesta |
Apr 29, 12 at 8:41pm ^
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Kushy offered me some whiskey. Before I had a chance to decline, however, another man approached and offered to take it if I didn't want it. "Go right ahead, man." Turning to Kushy, I added, "I don't drink, despite the probable lack of anyone here to stop me. My own personal morals, you see." He scoffed a bit at that, but nodded and handed his flask to the other man.
"I'm Fenrir, by the way." He said, taking a quick swig. "Blade and Kushy, I presume?" he said, pointing to myself and Kushy in the correct order. We both nodded. Noticing an incoming awkward pause, I did the first thing that came to mind: Bad puns. "You, uh, you guys heard about that disease you get from kissing birds?" Thoroughly confused, they both shook their heads. "It's called... Chirpes..." There was a short pause before they chuckled a bit. "They say it's a canarial disease." Kushy chuckled a bit more before clutching his head, and Fen, after getting his few chuckles out, began to take another drink. "I hear it's..... ...... untweetable." ![]() Fen spit up the drink all over the table as he and Kushy doubled over laughing. The same exact thing happened when I told the joke to my friends at lunch the day before, so I was glad that my friends here found it amusing too. Maybe everyone was just a little stir crazy, because a majority of the car started giggling too. As the laughing started to die down, I went to the bathroom to grab a few moist towelettes to clean up the mess on the table. By the time I had returned, everyone seemed to had found their voices, which brightened my day a little bit. ------------------- Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine? | |
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