Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 11, 2010 22:30:40 GMT -5
TRIANNUAL
GARTH: Pay attention to me.
NATALIE, TERRIAN, ETC.: No.
[They continue to pay him no ATTENTION while having a TOP-NOTCH ADVENTURE.]
LUXURY AIRSHIP RIDE
TANNER: Credibility.
ERNEST: Dance party.
[DANCE PARTY wins.]
THE AZURE KING
FELIX: Ever notice how if you say a word over and over again, it stops making sense and starts to just look like a random jumble of letters?
PRIME: Nope, why?
END GAME
RIE: I miss Ender.
NATALIE: Me too. Man, fuck everybody.
ENDER: Oh hi, I'm back.
[He DIES.]
CHAINS, LIPS, VOICES
RHYS: Wait, chains?
HELEN: Yeah.
RHYS: Score.
EMET
NOPCSA: What could possibly go wrong?
GIGUERE: Doo hoo hoo!
[Everything goes WRONG.]
THE CASE OF THE BURGLED BOULLOGNE
WILLIAMS: But who dunnit, Rouletabille?
RENARD: It was le chien ingenieux Micmac, who masterminded the entire crime in a brilliantly subtle and indirect way to bring about his own debut in RP!
WILLIAMS: Case closed!
MICMAC: Woof!
WHISPER IN MY EAR
BLAISE: This one does not make wearisome japes and maladroit overtures.
ALPHA: Yes, I'm pretty serious about things.
BLAISE: I preferred the precursor.
ALPHA: Oh. Well, perhaps we can bond over our shared grudge against him.
[They FAIL to.]
FUNERAL PYRE FOR A FUZZBALL
GIL: Later, assholes!
LEE: Hmm... credibility or dance party?
[CREDIBILITY wins, somehow.]
AZALEAS
HEAD GAMES
RIE: Something doesn't feel right.
NATALIE: Something doesn't feel right.
PRIME: Something doesn't feel right.
VALON: Something doesn't feel right.
RIE: I think he's back.
NATALIE: That's preposterous.
[But it's probably TRUE.]
LUXURY TRAIN RIDE
CHARACTER A: Hi, my name is Character A.
CHARACTER B: Nice to meet you, Character A. I'm Character B.
[They DRINK and make BORING SMALL TALK.]
CHARACTER C: There you are.
[CHARACTER C attacks CHARACTER A while CHARACTER B continues to DRINK and make BORING SMALL TALK.]
ISHKABIBBLE
TERRIAN: Well shit.
[Several days EARLIER:]
TERRIAN: Wow, it would really suck if the wrong people found out that I can copy money now.
FALLFISH
OPHELIA: Ha, screw you, little brother.
DURANT: Bluh bluh.
DACE: I think we all learned something today!
GARTH: Pay attention to me.
NATALIE, TERRIAN, ETC.: No.
[They continue to pay him no ATTENTION while having a TOP-NOTCH ADVENTURE.]
LUXURY AIRSHIP RIDE
TANNER: Credibility.
ERNEST: Dance party.
[DANCE PARTY wins.]
THE AZURE KING
FELIX: Ever notice how if you say a word over and over again, it stops making sense and starts to just look like a random jumble of letters?
PRIME: Nope, why?
END GAME
RIE: I miss Ender.
NATALIE: Me too. Man, fuck everybody.
ENDER: Oh hi, I'm back.
[He DIES.]
CHAINS, LIPS, VOICES
RHYS: Wait, chains?
HELEN: Yeah.
RHYS: Score.
NOPCSA: What could possibly go wrong?
GIGUERE: Doo hoo hoo!
[Everything goes WRONG.]
THE CASE OF THE BURGLED BOULLOGNE
WILLIAMS: But who dunnit, Rouletabille?
RENARD: It was le chien ingenieux Micmac, who masterminded the entire crime in a brilliantly subtle and indirect way to bring about his own debut in RP!
WILLIAMS: Case closed!
MICMAC: Woof!
WHISPER IN MY EAR
BLAISE: This one does not make wearisome japes and maladroit overtures.
ALPHA: Yes, I'm pretty serious about things.
BLAISE: I preferred the precursor.
ALPHA: Oh. Well, perhaps we can bond over our shared grudge against him.
[They FAIL to.]
FUNERAL PYRE FOR A FUZZBALL
GIL: Later, assholes!
LEE: Hmm... credibility or dance party?
[CREDIBILITY wins, somehow.]
AZALEAS
HEAD GAMES
RIE: Something doesn't feel right.
NATALIE: Something doesn't feel right.
PRIME: Something doesn't feel right.
VALON: Something doesn't feel right.
RIE: I think he's back.
NATALIE: That's preposterous.
[But it's probably TRUE.]
LUXURY TRAIN RIDE
CHARACTER A: Hi, my name is Character A.
CHARACTER B: Nice to meet you, Character A. I'm Character B.
[They DRINK and make BORING SMALL TALK.]
CHARACTER C: There you are.
[CHARACTER C attacks CHARACTER A while CHARACTER B continues to DRINK and make BORING SMALL TALK.]
ISHKABIBBLE
TERRIAN: Well shit.
[Several days EARLIER:]
TERRIAN: Wow, it would really suck if the wrong people found out that I can copy money now.
FALLFISH
OPHELIA: Ha, screw you, little brother.
DURANT: Bluh bluh.
DACE: I think we all learned something today!