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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:07 AM Post #31 |
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>>>Timm: Not be in any danger You're now your other friend. Unlike these other two bone heads, you're capable of remembering your name right off the bat. You proudly muse the title "Timm Millstein" in your head while you take a look around your room. You actually don't even need to look around your room as you're quite aware of the location to everything that is of interest and you're very mindful as to what your INTERESTS are. Just for the heck of it you quickly ponder your past times of PLAYING DRUMS (which you occassionally forego in favor of PLAYING KEYBOARD), ROLLER BLADING, and actively TROLLING the living shit out everyone. You enjoy RETRO VIDEO GAMES as well. Equally for the heck of it, you figure you should look around your room as well. It's nice to do something pointless every now and then. There is a TELEVISION sitting atop your BOOKSHELF which contians a number of litterary pieces which you have made excelent use of since they came into your posession. You fondly recall some of your favorite works and feel warmth emanate from within your soul. You're probably about to puke is all. Before you can properly admire your assemblage, your attention is drawn to a COMB that is on the floor. You're stunned to find that you have no idea what it is doing there or why you have it. It's not like you'd ever bother combing your hair. Before you're able to pick it up however you're distracted again by a note on your bedroom door. The note reads "KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR GINGERTYPE." Ah, now there's something you can get your memory around. You think you'll check your stats now. Alas, before you're able to comply with the note's command, you're assaulted by an onslaught of BATSHIT. You suddenly feel like a mild mannered nobody being barged in on by every fireman within a 150 mile radius because you burned your popcorn. This is total HORSESHIT, which your DEFECANCE duly allocates. |
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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:07 AM Post #32 |
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>>>Call your friend and yell his name into the receiver. Once the pulses of BATSHIT subside, you decide you had better call your friend and yell at him. You're quite sure this is all his fault since nobody is as batshit as he is. The phone starts ringing. |
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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:08 AM Post #33 |
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>>> You are now the other guy. You know, the one that's too BATSHIT to bother with his own name. You answer your ringing phone. Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by bespectacledLibrarian, May 2 2011, 11:09 PM.
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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:08 AM Post #34 |
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>>>TM: Put underwear on your head and run around screaming "I'M THE BATMAN! I'M THE BATMAN" Mr. Miller(Franken)stein is full of too much HORSESHIT and not nearly enough BATSHIT to be The Batman, but you sure as hell aren't. You don a fresh pair of underwear you bought the other day noticing how careful you were in labeling them with your name. You feel your BOTTLE move up a step. You make sure your GRUFFTYPE is set to IRRESISTIBLY POOFY, ensuring your hair sticks out through the legs of your boxers like a pair of bat ears. You are The Batman. YOU ARE THE MOTHERFUCKING BATMAN!! Edited by Gep, May 2 2011, 11:22 PM.
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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:09 AM Post #35 |
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>>>MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN You stand atop the roof of your house which for the sake of your character you will pretend is actually a mansion. As you survey the surrounding area, you are consumed with feelings of retribution at what you see. Something must be done. Evil such as this cannot be permitted to go unchecked, to spread its reach to the farthest corners of the world, going so far as to invade your private abode. This is an evil monolithic, vile, and ugly to the point where it can barely be given a name. Thankfully, it does have a name, and its name is grass. |
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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:10 AM Post #36 |
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>>>Consider your weapons. You consider your weaponry which consists solely of a single over-sized WOODEN SWORD at the moment. As per non-weaponry items, you posess your GAController and nothing else. You suppose it could be weaponized considering how deleterious it can be. In fact, any GAME ALL COMPONENT poses enough hazard to be considered a weapon. You notice that your BATSHIT is actually starting to deteriorate slightly due to your sustained identity as the Dark Knight himself via underthings. You don't have to worry about actually running out for a good while, but you should do something soon. Did I mention you're Ivon Pfrommer? I'm quite sure I did. Edited by bespectacledLibrarian, May 2 2011, 11:12 PM.
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| Gep | May 2 2011, 03:10 AM Post #37 |
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>>> You decide your inventory is showing far too much skin and you aren't getting anything in return to compensate for it. You swing back into your room utilizing your GAController as a grappling hook of sorts by securing it to the antena ontop of your house. Unfortunately the cord gets stuck. Rather than maintaining your grip on the GAC with your naturally high strength and risk yanking the antena out of place which would cause you to over shoot your window, you let go and leap floorward. The GAController is now on your roof. Your inventory is completely naked. |
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| bespectacledLibrarian | May 3 2011, 12:53 AM Post #38 |
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>>>Grab as many useless items from the room into your inventory, you'll need it... This is impossibly embarrassing. You find the sheer nudity of your inventory to be detrimental to your stats and decide you must do something about it immediately. You quickly survey your room for anything and everything you can grab. Your room contains a bed, a dresser located to the right of your bed with a smorgasbord of inventory worthy objects, a night table to the left of your bed equally full of articles to grab, a keyboard upwards of your dresser, and a desk even further upwards with books and paper stacked above and below it. Additionally, there a couple BAGS OF USEFUL JUNK lying around under your keyboard stand. There is also a bunch of STICKY NOTES stuck to the wall along with a calendar and a corkboard with things stuck to it that you're pretty sure a corkboard was never intended to be stuck with. You're suddenly overwhelmed. |
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| bespectacledLibrarian | May 3 2011, 12:54 AM Post #39 |
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>>>Stop being such a wimp and start grabbing YOU ARE THE GODDAMN BATMAN!!!! You simply cannot tolerate this behavior of yourself. This hero needs his utility belt, and although you have none you will fill it to the buckle nonetheless. You begin by quickly grabbing the OLD FASSION STEREO SYSTEM and WOODEN CHEST from atop your dresser. You continue to your night table and rifle through the drawers. You find your DS, DSi, DSiXL and Gameboy Advance. You constitute them all into a box that was also in the drawer and append every game you have for the handheld devices of glory. You're gaining momentum and decide to keep things going by grabbing both BAGS OF USEFUL JUNK. Each one acts like its own sub inventory in addition to yours which already has the capacity of a warehouse. Seriously, why the hell do you even need 89 inventory slots anyways? That's just total BULLSHIT. In fact, it'd be safe to just refer to your inventory as a WAREHOUSE from now on. |
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| bespectacledLibrarian | May 3 2011, 12:55 AM Post #40 |
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>>> Despite the sudden bloom of unfamiliar DEFECANCE, you continue your snaffle of items. You decide you'd better grab some things from your closet. You pick out all of your MILITARY CAPS and FEDORAS. You grab some of your favorite BELTS to boot. While you're in here, you may as well get a hold of something dealing with a more dapper style of clothing. You add a nice looking SUIT to your WAREHOUSE, which thankfully is climate controlled. Before wrapping up this material soliloquy, you grab your favorite SKULL CAP from your dresser and decide you can afford to pack your GLOBE too. You set closure by scooping up all that BULLSHIT from earlier into one of your MILITARY CAPS and allocating it to a very remote part of your WAREHOUSE. |
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