I was randomly thread-hopping in the Chatterbox, which is becoming one of my favourite past times, other then re-reading an amazing fanfiction, Harry Potter. It's called Unexpected by username: dracademented She's amazing at writing, and the story is better then the true books. Really, search for it if you wish, on www.fanfiction.net it's a very good story. Anyway, I was thread-hopping when I came across the "Future Overlords Of Gaia" it seemed amusing, and I entered, reading the first page. They had the intro, rules, and etc. And then the roleplay started. And we all know what Chatterbox rp's are like. Or should I say, "lyk". So I figured it would be nothing different, and found the funniest thing I've read in a while. I just wanted to quote them on this, share the hilarity of it to a few others.
Fieldski: "A-HeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeeEEeEEeeEEEEEeeeeee~n"
Roska Tyrant: "Oh Christ!! Quick Kill it!"
Darius Stormcrow: Ew, what's with the tentacles..? gonk "
Fieldski: "OhoooooO~ all the better to Feel you with, my dear Boyeeeeen~ *flounces on over to Roska* what do you say? give your Uncle Feel-ski a Hug~"
Roska Tyrant: "::Apears ten feet away holding Fieldski back with a 10 foot pole:: Get away!!!"
Darius Stormcrow: "::Throws a baseball bat at Roska:: Quick! Home run!"
Yeah...my thoughts exactly. Something like, WTF?! BWAHAHA! lol And I didn't want to lose a post I'm particulrily proud of.
The thread topic was called, alot of girls were on the plane and it crashed what do u do? Directly quoting it there, the spelling and grammar errors are not mine. I thought for a moment, and upon page two, where the thread was at when I posted, apparently, the other girls would "Give cookies to each other and sunbathe." -_- Yeah. So, I came to the conclusion, what I would do. *evil grin* My reply:
"She drops from the sky, landing and tucking into a roll to brace her fall skillfully. Glancing around the beach she landed on she was thankful for the soft sand, and then quickly darted to the brush at the edge of the beach, taking refuge behind some rather large plants. Watching the other girls stumble around and speak midlessly to each other she snickered, her plan working perfectly. She'd been the one to rig the plane to crash, and now was time for the next step in her plan.
Taking off the oversized jacket she'd been wearing, it revealed her form-fitting black tank-top that showed off her defined, tattooed arms. Along with the black top, she wore black short-shorts that were easy to run and move in, with a belt equiped with pouches for holding assorted items. Stepping outward from the brush some, she got a better view of the others, the wristblades strapped to her shining in the bright sun. Gripping the handles that were attached to the bottom of the finely-crafted blades, she purred in anticipation before setting her feet in the soft ground, readying herself to pounce.
Seeing her first victim, she sprung forward, dashing the short distance between herself and the girl, closing the gap quickly. Adrenaline rushed into her bloodstream, her heart pumping faster with each leangthy bound she took toward the unsuspecting girl. Her arms were pumping at her sides, urging her body forward, pushing her physical limits. Her being split through the air, the wind doing little to resist her increasing speed. Stopping one arm's precise swinging, she held it tight across her chest and kept her silver eyes locked on her target, a sadistic smile playing on her lips.
Shhhnnkkk. Her stomach lept and heart soared at the beautiful sound of metal slicing through soft, spongy flesh, a splatter quickly echoing, sending her mind spiralling off into space. "Yes," she hissed, smile now more of a smirk, her blood continuing to pump sweet victory through her as her victim's eyes glazed over, forever frozen wide with shock and fear, her thin lips spread in a perfect 'O'. Grinning wickidly at the girl, she crouched at the girl's side, licking her blade, savouring the girl's liquid defeat as it rolled over her tongue, tantalizingly bittersweet with a sharp metallic tangyness aftertaste. Almost purring again, she stroked the girl's cheek softly as she let out her last breath and lay still, body much more stiff then a normal corpse, death usually coming slowly and leaving it's host limp. "Relax, love," she laughed. "You're so tense." Still snickering to herself, she jumped back a few feet from the body, now distancing herself, eyes still watching the white sand fade deep crimson, tainted and forever stained by the girl's weakness. 'One down,' she thought to herself, crouching in the brush once again. 'Many to go.'"
Erm...the only reply to that before the thread died completely, "u shuld writ a bok u nkoe?" >< A book. I've been working on too many books, but I have no patience and quickly lose interest, even though I love my characters. Anyway, I'll probably start writing again. It'd be good for me I suppose, give me something worthwhile to do. Other then smoke my cat out and mope around the house in my expet's boxers. Well I'm off to shower. Hopefully sleep will come easy tonight. Bonne nuit, mes lecteurs.
The thread topic was called, alot of girls were on the plane and it crashed what do u do? Directly quoting it there, the spelling and grammar errors are not mine. I thought for a moment, and upon page two, where the thread was at when I posted, apparently, the other girls would "Give cookies to each other and sunbathe." -_- Yeah. So, I came to the conclusion, what I would do. *evil grin* My reply:
"She drops from the sky, landing and tucking into a roll to brace her fall skillfully. Glancing around the beach she landed on she was thankful for the soft sand, and then quickly darted to the brush at the edge of the beach, taking refuge behind some rather large plants. Watching the other girls stumble around and speak midlessly to each other she snickered, her plan working perfectly. She'd been the one to rig the plane to crash, and now was time for the next step in her plan.
Taking off the oversized jacket she'd been wearing, it revealed her form-fitting black tank-top that showed off her defined, tattooed arms. Along with the black top, she wore black short-shorts that were easy to run and move in, with a belt equiped with pouches for holding assorted items. Stepping outward from the brush some, she got a better view of the others, the wristblades strapped to her shining in the bright sun. Gripping the handles that were attached to the bottom of the finely-crafted blades, she purred in anticipation before setting her feet in the soft ground, readying herself to pounce.
Seeing her first victim, she sprung forward, dashing the short distance between herself and the girl, closing the gap quickly. Adrenaline rushed into her bloodstream, her heart pumping faster with each leangthy bound she took toward the unsuspecting girl. Her arms were pumping at her sides, urging her body forward, pushing her physical limits. Her being split through the air, the wind doing little to resist her increasing speed. Stopping one arm's precise swinging, she held it tight across her chest and kept her silver eyes locked on her target, a sadistic smile playing on her lips.
Shhhnnkkk. Her stomach lept and heart soared at the beautiful sound of metal slicing through soft, spongy flesh, a splatter quickly echoing, sending her mind spiralling off into space. "Yes," she hissed, smile now more of a smirk, her blood continuing to pump sweet victory through her as her victim's eyes glazed over, forever frozen wide with shock and fear, her thin lips spread in a perfect 'O'. Grinning wickidly at the girl, she crouched at the girl's side, licking her blade, savouring the girl's liquid defeat as it rolled over her tongue, tantalizingly bittersweet with a sharp metallic tangyness aftertaste. Almost purring again, she stroked the girl's cheek softly as she let out her last breath and lay still, body much more stiff then a normal corpse, death usually coming slowly and leaving it's host limp. "Relax, love," she laughed. "You're so tense." Still snickering to herself, she jumped back a few feet from the body, now distancing herself, eyes still watching the white sand fade deep crimson, tainted and forever stained by the girl's weakness. 'One down,' she thought to herself, crouching in the brush once again. 'Many to go.'"
Erm...the only reply to that before the thread died completely, "u shuld writ a bok u nkoe?" >< A book. I've been working on too many books, but I have no patience and quickly lose interest, even though I love my characters. Anyway, I'll probably start writing again. It'd be good for me I suppose, give me something worthwhile to do. Other then smoke my cat out and mope around the house in my expet's boxers. Well I'm off to shower. Hopefully sleep will come easy tonight. Bonne nuit, mes lecteurs.
