NationStates Jolt Archive

I take my gaps very seriously.........

*hands Tribes a new beer called Gap*

how is it?
*looks at Gap Beer*

Needs more substance, less sweatshop workers' sweat. Aside from that, the Peech extract makes it taste divine :)

*takes Peech's gap<nothing to see here. Move along. You, yes you, get moving. I'm watching you>very seriously*

*stands in the corner looking at the group playing with his corpse*

Y'all having fun. I told you before, I'll die before I ingest budweiser. Good thing I had an extra phial and an extra body to distract y'all with.

Didn't you notice anything wrong when you poured Bud into that body and it grew buck teeth, a huge belly and suddenly had on a sweat-stained t-shirt?

sigh........if only

Didn't you notice anything wrong when you poured Bud into that body and it grew buck teeth, a huge belly and suddenly had on a sweat-stained t-shirt?
But...but that happens to all people who drink bud. I just thought you had been forever tainted.

Here, have a home brew to lighten to mood.

*tosses a beer to joc. For once it actually lands in his hands*

What the...

*dropkicks Joc. For good measure*

I refuse to post in this thread until I am back on the list.....

.....wait a second.....

.....well as long as I'm here, hey Keruvalia, your band need a bassist? :D

But...but that happens to all people who drink bud. I just thought you had been forever tainted.

Here, have a home brew to lighten to mood.

*tosses a beer to joc. For once it actually lands in his hands*

What the...

*dropkicks Joc. For good measure*

I know you only dropkick me out of love, Tribes. *tears off one of TTOL's fingers and uses it to write 'Jocabia was here' on the wall. Drinks home brew and sighs.*

This is the life, huh, boys?

I know you only dropkick me out of love, Tribes. *tears off one of his fingers and uses it to write 'Jocabia was here' on the wall. Drinks home brew and sighs.*

This is the life, huh, boys?
OOC: Is that one of my fingers or one of your fingers?

OOC: Is that one of my fingers or one of your fingers?

OOC: Yours. Sorry for being inspecific.

I know you only dropkick me out of love, Tribes. *tears off one of TTOL's fingers and uses it to write 'Jocabia was here' on the wall. Drinks home brew and sighs.*

This is the life, huh, boys?

Oh, sorry. *hands finger back to Tribes.*

Oh, sorry. *hands finger back to Tribes.*

OOC: Tribes, you know what we need? A combined entrance that really gets things rolling. You on yahoo?

I was hoping youd have some deadly weapons that I could touch..........we could....compare our weapons.

Why, of course, how could I be so rude?

*Unsheaths his weapon*

Oh, sorry. *hands finger back to Tribes.*
Thankyou!

*rams the finger back onto his hand, putting it on backwards and completely misaligning all blood vessels, nerves and tendons*

*runs around, waving the appendage at women*

*runs around, waving the finger at people in general*

OOC: Tribes, you know what we need? A combined entrance that really gets things rolling. You on yahoo?
Nah, sorry. MSN messenger is my home away from general.

*Jocabia whispers something to Tribes and then jumps out the window*

*Jocabia whispers something to Tribes and then jumps out the window*
*looks surprised*

You're going to do WHAT with a watermelon??

*Stands at the peak of the tallest mountain on Kazoo. Freezing because he has no shoes on. He taps his foot in frustration waiting for Tribes*

*Stands at the peak of the tallest mountain on Kazoo. Freezing because he has no shoes on. He taps his foot in frustration waiting for Tribes*
*waiting behind a rock, Tribes has found a slight shelter from the wind at a point where Joc can't see him. His sits, completely blue (it's the woad, man!) and silent, watching as Joc feels effects of hypothermia first. It gets rather like being drunk, so Joc is giggling slightly and wobbling about*

*waiting behind a rock, Tribes has found a slight shelter from the wind at a point where Joc can't see him. His sits, completely blue (it's the woad, man!) and silent, watching as Joc feels effects of hypothermia first. It gets rather like being drunk, so Joc is giggling slightly and wobbling about*

*Sneaks up behind him and sets him on fire. *

Ok, so here's the bet. First one to the bar in the castle and to down a pint of guiness wins. You're playing to be TCG's panties (when she wears them) in another life and I'm playing to be Peech's panties in another life. I'm already peach.

*Blows him out* Good, now you're chocolate-colored. *looks satisified*

*Sneaks up behind him and sets him on fire. *

Ok, so here's the bet. First one to the bar in the castle and to down a pint of guiness wins. You're playing to be TCG's panties (when she wears them) in another life and I'm playing to be Peech's panties in another life. I'm already peach.

*Blows him out* Good, now you're chocolate-colored. *looks satisified*
*pats down a small fire that has reignited on his elbow*

OK dude, I'm game. Now to lay down the rul...*throws a snowball at Joc. The snowball is just a rock with ice on it, so Joc is bowled over by it*

*tribes runs off down the hillside, then shouts at the fallen Joc:*

OH, BY THE WAY, ANYTHING GOES!!!

*runs off, falling down a very large slope in the process*

*pats down a small fire that has reignited on his elbow*

OK dude, I'm game. Now to lay down the rul...*throws a snowball at Joc. The snowball is just a rock with ice on it, so Joc is bowled over by it*

*tribes runs off down the hillside, then shouts at the fallen Joc:*

OH, BY THE WAY, ANYTHING GOES!!!

*runs off, falling down a very large slope in the process*

BAST- *Gets pelted by hail*

*Looks up and notices he's very far behind. Pulls out skis from, well, you don't want to know, and puts them on. Skis down the mountain past a Tribes snowball*

Hey, dude, at least it feels good on the burns, huh?

*isn't paying attention, so he hits a tree.*

BAST- *Gets pelted by hail*

*Looks up and notices he's very far behind. Pulls out skis from, well, you don't want to know, and puts them on. Skis down the mountain past a Tribes snowball*

Hey, dude, at least it feels good on the burns, huh?

*isn't paying attention, so he hits a tree.*
*tribes watches the high speed assault by the tree. The tree, of course, is indifferent. All it knows - and for that matter, has ever known - is that it was put on this Earth to annoy the Hell out of skiers by any means necessary. This includes mysteriously appearing right in the middle of the slope and presenting a very painful barrier. Tribes, on the other hand, is currently rolling about in the snow laughing. Looking at Joc (who is actually stuck to the tree), tribes manages to stop laughing*

Serves you right for pulling things from places they don't belong!

*runs off down the hillside in true Luddite fashion*

*trips over a rock and falls into a crevasse*

Oh shi-*boulders follow tribes, moving impossibly faster than he falls*

*tribes watches the high speed assault by the tree. The tree, of course, is indifferent. All it knows - and for that matter, has ever known - is that it was put on this Earth to annoy the Hell out of skiers by any means necessary. This includes mysteriously appearing right in the middle of the slope and presenting a very painful barrier. Tribes, on the other hand, is currently rolling about in the snow laughing. Looking at Joc (who is actually stuck to the tree), tribes manages to stop laughing*

Serves you right for pulling things from places they don't belong!

*runs off down the hillside in true Luddite fashion*

*trips over a rock and falls into a crevasse*

Oh shi-*boulders follow tribes, moving impossibly faster than he falls*

*some time later, Jocabia regains consciousness. He silently thanks the tree for keeping 'certain' parts of him warm. He manages to extract himself from the tree. Ties the two skis on his feet like stilts he sets off running down the hill, deftly jumping over the crevasse into which a swearing tribes disappeared. He looks down and giggles, wondering if it's actually funny or hypothermia is causing lightheadedosity.*

*As he hits the bottom of the mountain, he stops and looks about. He smiles miscieviously. One can practically see the lightbulb above Jocabia's head (were it not so dim). Quickly, Joc unties the skis and uses them to create a ramp. In front of the ramp, he places a torch. And after that a bag of marbles.*

This better work. *He hides behind a rock to see his plan hatch.*

*some time later, Jocabia regains consciousness. He silently thanks the tree for keeping 'certain' parts of him warm. He manages to extract himself from the tree. Ties the two skis on his feet like stilts he sets off running down the hill, deftly jumping over the crevasse into which a swearing tribes disappeared. He looks down and giggles, wondering if it's actually funny or hypothermia is causing lightheadedosity.*

*As he hits the bottom of the mountain, he stops and looks about. He smiles miscieviously. One can practically see the lightbulb above Jocabia's head (were it not so dim). Quickly, Joc unties the skis and uses them to create a ramp. In front of the ramp, he places a torch. And after that a bag of marbles.*

This better work. *He hides behind a rock to see his plan hatch.*
*tribes plummets through the crevasse, being hit by high speed boulders as he falls. Suddenly, tribes has an idea. The crevasse has been narrowing for the last hundred feet, as shown by the increased number of hits from boulders bouncing off the walls. He bunches the boulders together, creating a sort of plug. Riding the plug until it wedges in the crevasse, tribes hopes it will hold. The rocks stick then fall apart twice before they finall hold in place - about 20m from the ground. Then tribes has another idea - *

Bolloc-*rocks come from the nearest source of flat land i.e. underneath the boulders. They unsettle the plug again, causing it to fall another ten metres. Tribes is now close enough to the ground to dismount. In true style, he does a triple backflip with a hal-pike tuck. And, as always, lands on his ass in the snow*

*goes searching for Joc*

*tribes plummets through the crevasse, being hit by high speed boulders as he falls. Suddenly, tribes has an idea. The crevasse has been narrowing for the last hundred feet, as shown by the increased number of hits from boulders bouncing off the walls. He bunches the boulders together, creating a sort of plug. Riding the plug until it wedges in the crevasse, tribes hopes it will hold. The rocks stick then fall apart twice before they finall hold in place - about 20m from the ground. Then tribes has another idea - *

Bolloc-*rocks come from the nearest source of flat land i.e. underneath the boulders. They unsettle the plug again, causing it to fall another ten metres. Tribes is now close enough to the ground to dismount. In true style, he does a triple backflip with a hal-pike tuck. And, as always, lands on his ass in the snow*

*goes searching for Joc*

*Joc sees Tribes coming and stifles a giggle. TTOL comes races past running up the ramp and going over the torch and the marbles and just keeps on going*

*Jocabia is stunned*

What the - *he stops himself just in time.*

I mean, what the heck? Why didn't it work?

*He charges up the slope and comes running down as fast as he can go and hits the ramp. The torch lights the hairs on his legs on fire. 'Why did I put on so much hairspray,' he thinks. Putting out the fire on his legs causes him not to notice the marbles, which he slips on for several meters before falling into a bunch of prickly bushes.*

Dammit! *the sky rains prickly bushes on him* Bugg- *the prickly bushes catch on fire*

*Joc sees Tribes coming and stifles a giggle. TTOL comes races past running up the ramp and going over the torch and the marbles and just keeps on going*

*Jocabia is stunned*

What the - *he stops himself just in time.*

I mean, what the heck? Why didn't it work?

*He charges up the slope and comes running down as fast as he can go and hits the ramp. The torch lights the hairs on his legs on fire. 'Why did I put on so much hairspray,' he thinks. Putting out the fire on his legs causes him not to notice the marbles, which he slips on for several meters before falling into a bunch of prickly bushes.*

Dammit! *the sky rains prickly bushes on him* Bugg- *the prickly bushes catch on fire*
*tribes, completely oblivious to the ramp, marbles and torch, turns as he hears Joc cursing and burning*

What is Dog's name happened there? *the gods notice a slight swear, so pelt tribes with eggs - not as painful, but twice as sticky. Wiping the eggs off, tribes wanders over to Joc*

Bah. Fooled by your own trap. I should be the one hurting you!

*brushing off the bushes and dousing all fires with beer he has just pulled out of...a nearby beer cooler, tribes helps joc up*

Now then, begin again?

*tribes goes to shake on the deal*

*tribes, completely oblivious to the ramp, marbles and torch, turns as he hears Joc cursing and burning*

What is Dog's name happened there? *the gods notice a slight swear, so pelt tribes with eggs - not as painful, but twice as sticky. Wiping the eggs off, tribes wanders over to Joc*

Bah. Fooled by your own trap. I should be the one hurting you!

*brushing off the bushes and dousing all fires with beer he has just pulled out of...a nearby beer cooler, tribes helps joc up*

Now then, begin again?

*tribes goes to shake on the deal*

*Jocabia grabs his hand and pulls him into the sticky bushes* Reminds you a little of Peech, huh?

*Jocabia takes off running. Satisfied he's got a good start on Tribes he decides to set another trap. This time he lays out fifteen pints of Guiness, knowing Tribes could never pass that up.* There this one can't fail.

*Jocabia is just about to run off when he realizes he can't leave them either. Again, the not-so-bright Jocabia falls into his own trap.*

*A bit later a sore and bleeding Tribes races past a bloated and content Jocabia sitting next to fifteen empty glasses. Jocabia belches as TTOL passes.*

I refuse to post in this thread until I am back on the list.....

.....wait a second.....

.....well as long as I'm here, hey Keruvalia, your band need a bassist? :D

THEN TG ME SO I KNOW.. instead of having me read through it all. damn it!

*Jocabia grabs his hand and pulls him into the sticky bushes* Reminds you a little of Peech, huh?

*Jocabia takes off running. Satisfied he's got a good start on Tribes he decides to set another trap. This time he lays out fifteen pints of Guiness, knowing Tribes could never pass that up.* There this one can't fail.

*Jocabia is just about to run off when he realizes he can't leave them either. Again, the not-so-bright Jocabia falls into his own trap.*

*A bit later a sore and bleeding Tribes races past a bloated and content Jocabia sitting next to fifteen empty glasses. Jocabia belches as TTOL passes.*
*Pulling thorns out of his ass as he runs, tribes sees Joc with 15 empty pint glasses and naturally assumes a pub is nearby. After some mild 'interrogation' of Joc (using a feather duster and a knuckle duster), tribes decides interrogation is useless. Using his nose as a compass, tribes sets off for the nearest pub, thirsty for guinness. He soon finds a friendly local, the Bastard Arms. Stepping inside, every one of the locals turns to look at him. Well, tribes assumes they are looking at him - everyone has more facial hair than normal hair, even the women. He runs to the bar and orders 15 pints of guinness, to go. The barman horrendously overcharges and, against all reason, short-changes tribes. Tribes doesn't notice, however, and sprints off to Joc. Lying in the snow, he drinks all 15 pints in 10 minutes. Then passes out from guinness poisoning*

*Pulling thorns out of his ass as he runs, tribes sees Joc with 15 empty pint glasses and naturally assumes a pub is nearby. After some mild 'interrogation' of Joc (using a feather duster and a knuckle duster), tribes decides interrogation is useless. Using his nose as a compass, tribes sets off for the nearest pub, thirsty for guinness. He soon finds a friendly local, the Bastard Arms. Stepping inside, every one of the locals turns to look at him. Well, tribes assumes they are looking at him - everyone has more facial hair than normal hair, even the women. He runs to the bar and orders 15 pints of guinness, to go. The barman horrendously overcharges and, against all reason, short-changes tribes. Tribes doesn't notice, however, and sprints off to Joc. Lying in the snow, he drinks all 15 pints in 10 minutes. Then passes out from guinness poisoning*

*The convalesced contented couple of contenders snore happily, leaning against one another, their troubles and their bet to wait for morning.*

*The convalesced contented couple of contenders snore happily, leaning against one another, their troubles and their bet to wait for morning.*
*however, they continue to fight in their sleep, with Joc hogging all the bearskin that tribes 'obtained' on the way back in a drunken stupor*

*The convalesced contented couple of contenders snore happily, leaning against one another, their troubles and their bet to wait for morning.*

Nighty night, boys. You can play another day.
*chuckling. she calls forth a few pillows, a huge bear skin and tucks them in for the night, bestowing her Divine Kiss of Dreams on both of them. she lights a fire nearby and, nodding in self-satisfaction, she returns to the castle, oftentimes giggling at their adventures*

Damnit! I missed this challenge Tribes and Joc are having! :mad:


Joc knows I dont wear panties with my assless chaps right? Cause thats just so unsexy.


I do wear them other times though.......like when ........


oh I'll just show him a short video

Damnit! I missed this challenge Tribes and Joc are having! :mad:


Joc knows I dont wear panties with my assless chaps right? Cause thats just so unsexy.


I do wear them other times though.......like when ........


oh I'll just show him a short video

Hun, neither of us wear them... so i don't know where they got that idea from... although i do know why they picked that particular piece of clothing...
*nasty laugh*

Nighty night, boys. You can play another day.
*chuckling. she calls forth a few pillows, a huge bear skin and tucks them in for the night, bestowing her Divine Kiss of Dreams on both of them. she lights a fire nearby and, nodding in self-satisfaction, she returns to the castle, oftentimes giggling at their adventures*

*Having a particularly wild dream involving both Peech and TCG, Jocabia accidentally kicks TTOL in the nads in his sleep. On some other plane of consciousness, he giggles softly to himself as if he's aware of that little piece of news.*

*An apparition that looks like Jocabia runs through the thread screaming*

*after a nine hour trip to a farm to get a fresh steak, the bartender returns to find 9 pages of material await him*

bloody pesants he murmers to himself.

*throws steak to Duko (wherever he is)*

*leans over on bar*

Drinks, anyone? he hollars down to the dungeon as well

*Having a particularly wild dream involving both Peech and TCG, Jocabia accidentally kicks TTOL in the nads in his sleep. On some other plane of consciousness, he giggles softly to himself as if he's aware of that little piece of news.*
*tribes ascends to this plane of consciousness in his sleep and creates a pair of hedge clippers, advancing on Joc menacingly.
*An apparition that looks like Jocabia runs through the thread screaming*anyone following this garbled version of reality will know that this is joc, trying to save his manhood from the clippers. Just before this dream reaches the moment of immense pain, tribes wakes up*

Bug- *remembers rocks*-s! Bugs! Yes, this is what I meant...*looks around innocently*

*pissed off from a poor nights sleep, tribes decides to wake up Joc with a new form of alarm clock. A good solid kick in the nadgers. Joc wakes up very quickly, screaming in an unusual falsetto*

Morning dude. Sleep well?

*tribes ascends to this plane of consciousness in his sleep and creates a pair of hedge clippers, advancing on Joc menacingly.
anyone following this garbled version of reality will know that this is joc, trying to save his manhood from the clippers. Just before this dream reaches the moment of immense pain, tribes wakes up*

Bug- *remembers rocks*-s! Bugs! Yes, this is what I meant...*looks around innocently*

*pissed off from a poor nights sleep, tribes decides to wake up Joc with a new form of alarm clock. A good solid kick in the nadgers. Joc wakes up very quickly, screaming in an unusual falsetto*

Morning dude. Sleep well?

Just cuz it's morning doesn't mean you had to scramble my eggs.

*closes his eyes and holds out his hand in a choking motion and then, suddenly, remembers he does not control the force. Tries one more time just to be sure. Looks embarassed and takes off running... in the wrong direction.*

*after about an hour, he stops and realizes he's WAY behind even if TTOL hasn't started moving yet.*

Dammit! *gets beaned by abnormal brains*

Just cuz it's morning doesn't mean you had to scramble my eggs.

*closes his eyes and holds out his hand in a choking motion and then, suddenly, remembers he does not control the force. Tries one more time just to be sure. Looks embarassed and takes off running... in the wrong direction.*

*after about an hour, he stops and realizes he's WAY behind even if TTOL hasn't started moving yet.*

Dammit! *gets beaned by abnormal brains*
*tribes, who watched Jpc run off in the wrong direction, is perplexed. Is it some ploy to make tribes run in the wrong direction? Or has Joc discovered an amazing shortcut through demon-dimensions and concrete paths? Still naked (Joc stole the bearskin, although he didn't wear it), tribes deliberates over this problem. Eventually deciding that Joc has found a new route, tribes sets off after him. Catching up to Joc sometime later, tribes watches as Joc stops and turns around. Then a thought occurs to Tribes - perhaps Joc is an idiot and he just went entirely the wrong way. Cursing this ill luck, tribes decides to fox Joc. Taking a bag of marbles from the nearby marble bush (which only grows in the exact spot that tribes was hiding, and is a shrine for 8 year-olds) tribes tosses the marbles under Joc's feet, causing joc to slip and smack his head on a rock. Tribes stands up*

You're an idiot dude. Just thought I'd mention it.

*tribes runs off, laughing at Joc. He then stops, realising he has absolutely no idea of direction anymore. Tribes can be heard mumbling as he wanders about*

Now, I definitely remember that tree...or was it that one? In which case, I came from down there...but I don't remember that ravenous Bugblatter...maybe it was this way...

*while tribes gets confused, Joc staggers off quietly in the right direction, clutching his head and...another region. From earlier. His eggs are still royally scrambled*

*tribes, who watched Jpc run off in the wrong direction, is perplexed. Is it some ploy to make tribes run in the wrong direction? Or has Joc discovered an amazing shortcut through demon-dimensions and concrete paths? Still naked (Joc stole the bearskin, although he didn't wear it), tribes deliberates over this problem. Eventually deciding that Joc has found a new route, tribes sets off after him. Catching up to Joc sometime later, tribes watches as Joc stops and turns around. Then a thought occurs to Tribes - perhaps Joc is an idiot and he just went entirely the wrong way. Cursing this ill luck, tribes decides to fox Joc. Taking a bag of marbles from the nearby marble bush (which only grows in the exact spot that tribes was hiding, and is a shrine for 8 year-olds) tribes tosses the marbles under Joc's feet, causing joc to slip and smack his head on a rock. Tribes stands up*

You're an idiot dude. Just thought I'd mention it.

*tribes runs off, laughing at Joc. He then stops, realising he has absolutely no idea of direction anymore. Tribes can be heard mumbling as he wanders about*

Now, I definitely remember that tree...or was it that one? In which case, I came from down there...but I don't remember that ravenous Bugblatter...maybe it was this way...

*while tribes gets confused, Joc staggers off quietly in the right direction, clutching his head and...another region. From earlier. His eggs are still royally scrambled*

*walking with a limp and an intense hatred for all people named The Tribes of Longton, Jocabia sets out with new purpose. As he's racing towards the castle he runs into Mary Poppins. He quickly takes her behind a nearby barn. Two minutes later he emerges with a smile on his face, no limp, and an umbrella. Off he flies towards the castle.*

*when he reaches altitude, Jocabia notices that TTOL seems to be wandering in a shape somewhat like an asterisk. Smiling upon his luck, he drops a penny directly over TTOL's head and then continues on his way.*

*walking with a limp and an intense hatred for all people named The Tribes of Longton, Jocabia sets out with new purpose. As he's racing towards the castle he runs into Mary Poppins. He quickly takes her behind a nearby barn. Two minutes later he emerges with a smile on his face, no limp, and an umbrella. Off he flies towards the castle.*

*when he reaches altitude, Jocabia notices that TTOL seems to be wandering in a shape somewhat like an asterisk. Smiling upon his luck, he drops a penny directly over TTOL's head and then continues on his way.*
*tribes, staggering around in this lost pattern of all weary travellers, happens to look up just as the coin hits him, smack in the eye. Luckily, it bounces off so tribes is not permanently blinded. Cursing Joc, the wall, in fact, anything in the way at the minute, tribes accidentally staggers down the correct path. His karma is rebalanced. His eye eventually recovers, just as Mary Poppins appears from behind an appropriately placed barn. Her hair is a mess, she has straw all over herself, and is smiling in a sort of dazed way. She has also developed a limp. Choosing not to ask questions, tribes silently coshes her and puts her back to sleep it off in the barn. He has no time for women (except a special two). His stagger slowly disappears along the long course of the road, and looking up he notices a small figure, floating high above. Deciding it is a bird, tribes throws a rock, attempting to catch it and eat it - the guinness hangover has gone and he's ravenous. By chance, the 'bird' is Jocabia, floating along on the umbrella. Unfortunately for Joc, the umbrella is little faster than walking pace, and recently MP has let her self go a bit, so the umbrella stutter and starts. This presents it with the look of a large bird, and Joc already has an ass full of buckshot to prove it. Then, a rock sails up and smacks him on the hand holding the umbrella. Joc falls. Fortunately for Joc, a person is directly below and provides a soft landing. That person, now in a broken and crumpled heap, is tribes*

Oh for fuc-*Joc rolls aside, just as tribes gets pelted with slate. Very sharp, pointy slate*

*tribes, staggering around in this lost pattern of all weary travellers, happens to look up just as the coin hits him, smack in the eye. Luckily, it bounces off so tribes is not permanently blinded. Cursing Joc, the wall, in fact, anything in the way at the minute, tribes accidentally staggers down the correct path. His karma is rebalanced. His eye eventually recovers, just as Mary Poppins appears from behind an appropriately placed barn. Her hair is a mess, she has straw all over herself, and is smiling in a sort of dazed way. She has also developed a limp. Choosing not to ask questions, tribes silently coshes her and puts her back to sleep it off in the barn. He has no time for women (except a special two). His stagger slowly disappears along the long course of the road, and looking up he notices a small figure, floating high above. Deciding it is a bird, tribes throws a rock, attempting to catch it and eat it - the guinness hangover has gone and he's ravenous. By chance, the 'bird' is Jocabia, floating along on the umbrella. Unfortunately for Joc, the umbrella is little faster than walking pace, and recently MP has let her self go a bit, so the umbrella stutter and starts. This presents it with the look of a large bird, and Joc already has an ass full of buckshot to prove it. Then, a rock sails up and smacks him on the hand holding the umbrella. Joc falls. Fortunately for Joc, a person is directly below and provides a soft landing. That person, now in a broken and crumpled heap, is tribes*

Oh for fuc-*Joc rolls aside, just as tribes gets pelted with slate. Very sharp, pointy slate*

Dude, that's the second time today you woke me up. Thanks for the landing, however. It appears I'm full of luck and in the bullocks you'll get struck *kicks him in the doodads.*

*Smiles and nods his head satisfactorily and heads out. Shortly, he comes across a skinny, pale little man in a tinfoil hat wearing a pair of roller skates.*

Joc: Howdy, bud.
Tinfoil Guy: Stop trying to read my mind, fascist!
Joc: Um, ok, uh, hey, look over there. *points.*

*when TG looks he steals his skates (Jocabia is quite the nimble thief which is how he stole TCG's heart). He kicks TG in the shin and then runs off towards a Giant Parking Lot For A Walmart they never finished building. The GPLFAW is miles across. Jocabia dons the skates and takes off at a supernatural pace.*

Dude, that's the second time today you woke me up. Thanks for the landing, however. It appears I'm full of luck and in the bullocks you'll get struck *kicks him in the doodads.*

*Smiles and nods his head satisfactorily and heads out. Shortly, he comes across a skinny, pale little man in a tinfoil hat wearing a pair of roller skates.*

Joc: Howdy, bud.
Tinfoil Guy: Stop trying to read my mind, fascist!
Joc: Um, ok, uh, hey, look over there. *points.*

*when TG looks he steals his skates (Jocabia is quite the nimble thief which is how he stole TCG's heart). He kicks TG in the shin and then runs off towards a Giant Parking Lot For A Walmart they never finished building. The GPLFAW is miles across. Jocabia dons the skates and takes off at a supernatural pace.*
*rolling on the ground, tribes is actually sick from the pain in his nadgers. Eventually, the pain subsides to a dull sickness, and tribes can stand without wincing. Unlike Joc, tribes has not been receiving a regular attack of the balls, so his were not as prepared. However, he can walk. Just. He half crawls, half walks to a bush nearby. The bush conceals something - a small moped. While it can only realistically manage about 20mph, that is roughly 19mph faster than tribes can manage. It has a half a tank of petrol, so tribes hotwires it and takes off towards the parking lot. He can see a small man up ahead. Pulling over, tribes interrogates the man about the whereabouts of Joc, but the man can only repeat 'Stole my skates, the rat-bastard stole my skates...my mother gave me those skates, I haven't taken them off in 20 years...it's the government, I tells ya, in league with Santa...' so no information is obtained. Tribes continues until he finds the carpark. Glad of a smoother road (a scooter on dirt paths is an unhappy experience for anyone), tribes sets off over the asphalt. He can see Joc moving away far in the distance, but Joc is moving faster than he so Joc soon disappears. Ditching the moped, tribes fashions a rough skateboard out of wheels and a stone slate. He sets off for Joc and soon catches, as Joc has been cruising for the last few miles*

Alright boyo. I have a world of pain lined up for you...just as soon as I think of it...

*rolling on the ground, tribes is actually sick from the pain in his nadgers. Eventually, the pain subsides to a dull sickness, and tribes can stand without wincing. Unlike Joc, tribes has not been receiving a regular attack of the balls, so his were not as prepared. However, he can walk. Just. He half crawls, half walks to a bush nearby. The bush conceals something - a small moped. While it can only realistically manage about 20mph, that is roughly 19mph faster than tribes can manage. It has a half a tank of petrol, so tribes hotwires it and takes off towards the parking lot. He can see a small man up ahead. Pulling over, tribes interrogates the man about the whereabouts of Joc, but the man can only repeat 'Stole my skates, the rat-bastard stole my skates...my mother gave me those skates, I haven't taken them off in 20 years...it's the government, I tells ya, in league with Santa...' so no information is obtained. Tribes continues until he finds the carpark. Glad of a smoother road (a scooter on dirt paths is an unhappy experience for anyone), tribes sets off over the asphalt. He can see Joc moving away far in the distance, but Joc is moving faster than he so Joc soon disappears. Ditching the moped, tribes fashions a rough skateboard out of wheels and a stone slate. He sets off for Joc and soon catches, as Joc has been cruising for the last few miles*

Alright boyo. I have a world of pain lined up for you...just as soon as I think of it...

*Jocabia calmly reaches in his pocket and grabs something in his hand. He kindly shows it to Tribes. It's a pebble.*

Oh, sh- *Tribes thinks, as Jocabia drops the pebble in front of his skateboard. As a skateboard tends to do when encountering a pebble, it stops dead, leaving a cussing TTOL to skid across the pavement on his mug. As he slides to a stop, Tribes also realizes he is being bombarded by Michael Bolton cd's by the mods, as we all know the mods own tons of MB cd's, for his verbal indiscretions. Some distance away, Jocabia can be heard guffawing.*

<snip>
*when TG looks he steals his skates (Jocabia is quite the nimble thief which is how he stole TCG's heart). He kicks TG in the shin and then runs off towards a Giant Parking Lot For A Walmart they never finished building. The GPLFAW is miles across. Jocabia dons the skates and takes off at a supernatural pace.*

*lounging on her pilw of tassled pillows, she watches the boys play, laughing at their antics and the sheer genius of it all. but then...*

When did this happen?

*lounging on her pilw of tassled pillows, she watches the boys play, laughing at their antics and the sheer genius of it all. but then...*

When did this happen?


*deep within her head she hears * Shhhh... why pretend anymore? Everyone can tell.

*Jocabia calmly reaches in his pocket and grabs something in his hand. He kindly shows it to Tribes. It's a pebble.*

Oh, sh- *Tribes thinks, as Jocabia drops the pebble in front of his skateboard. As a skateboard tends to do when encountering a pebble, it stops dead, leaving a cussing TTOL to skid across the pavement on his mug. As he slides to a stop, Tribes also realizes he is being bombarded by Michael Bolton cd's by the mods, as we all know the mods own tons of MB cd's, for his verbal indiscretions. Some distance away, Jocabia can be heard guffawing.*
*tribes, who holds no opinion whatsoever towards Michael Bolton's vocal ability, nor the mods musical tastes, skids along the floor on his once-beautiful face. Now, it is scarred down one side for life. In later years, tribes will come to inhabit the Opera house, wearing a half-face mask. For now, though, he just swears incoherently at life in general. And receives a pummeling for it. Eventually, after the last stone has smacked him in the ass, tribes stands up. The board is still intact, although one wooden wheel has half-snapped the wooden axle, leaving the board with a definite wobble. The first few attempts at skating leave tribes on his ass on the ashphalt, cursing his sense of balance without actually cursing (use of 'Oh my giddy ants, frigging, sugar etc. becomes more frequent in these times of stoning). Eventually, he can skate again and soon after even manages a straight line and a few mediocre flip tricks.

Once again, Joc has slowed. However, at this point in the massive car park a great divide has been built, apparently to stop it becoming flat monotony. Using this to his advantage, tribes sneaks past Joc on the opposite side to the barrier, ducking and moving as fast as he dares. Joc can hear a faint scraping as the board regularly touches the ground (due to the wheel) but puts it down to the old, smelly skates. The skates will, incidentally, give Joc a terrible case of athletes foot, which will curse him for many years until one day he will hack off his own foot. But again, like the phantom that tribes shall become, this is assigned to future stories.

Tribes, having overtaken the coasting Joc about a mile back, reaches the end of the barrier about 30seconds ahead of Joc. Thinking fast, he uses the available tools to his advantage - a barbie doll and a gum tree. Hacking the gum tree and creating a puddle of rubber for joc, tribes carefully positions the Barbie doll to distract Joc. Then he waits*

*tribes, who holds no opinion whatsoever towards Michael Bolton's vocal ability, nor the mods musical tastes, skids along the floor on his once-beautiful face. Now, it is scarred down one side for life. In later years, tribes will come to inhabit the Opera house, wearing a half-face mask. For now, though, he just swears incoherently at life in general. And receives a pummeling for it. Eventually, after the last stone has smacked him in the ass, tribes stands up. The board is still intact, although one wooden wheel has half-snapped the wooden axle, leaving the board with a definite wobble. The first few attempts at skating leave tribes on his ass on the ashphalt, cursing his sense of balance without actually cursing (use of 'Oh my giddy ants, frigging, sugar etc. becomes more frequent in these times of stoning). Eventually, he can skate again and soon after even manages a straight line and a few mediocre flip tricks.

Once again, Joc has slowed. However, at this point in the massive car park a great divide has been built, apparently to stop it becoming flat monotony. Using this to his advantage, tribes sneaks past Joc on the opposite side to the barrier, ducking and moving as fast as he dares. Joc can hear a faint scraping as the board regularly touches the ground (due to the wheel) but puts it down to the old, smelly skates. The skates will, incidentally, give Joc a terrible case of athletes foot, which will curse him for many years until one day he will hack off his own foot. But again, like the phantom that tribes shall become, this is assigned to future stories.

Tribes, having overtaken the coasting Joc about a mile back, reaches the end of the barrier about 30seconds ahead of Joc. Thinking fast, he uses the available tools to his advantage - a barbie doll and a gum tree. Hacking the gum tree and creating a puddle of rubber for joc, tribes carefully positions the Barbie doll to distract Joc. Then he waits*

*Whistling badly out of tune, Jocabia cruises along. His feet begin to itch but he ignores it.*

Oh, my, God, it's 'Sits on Asphalt' Barbie! That's worth a fortune! *distracted by the very attractive doll, Jocabia skates right into the rubber where his skates stop dead, leaving Jocabia springing around like one of them things that stops the door from hitting the wall.*

*TTOL steps out from behind a barrier laughing.*

So we meet again, friend. *Jocabia pulls out a small pebble and launches it. Hitting Tribes in the same eye the penny hit him in. Tribes swears and again gets pelted with Michael Bolron CD's.*

How do the mods listen to that sh- *the cd's start pelting Jocabia, making bobble around in the rubber.*

*Whistling badly out of tune, Jocabia cruises along. His feet begin to itch but he ignores it.*

Oh, my, God, it's 'Sits on Asphalt' Barbie! That's worth a fortune! *distracted by the very attractive doll, Jocabia skates right into the rubber where his skates stop dead, leaving Jocabia springing around like one of them things that stops the door from hitting the wall.*

*TTOL steps out from behind a barrier laughing.*

So we meet again, friend. *Jocabia pulls out a small pebble and launches it. Hitting Tribes in the same eye the penny hit him in. Tribes swears and again gets pelted with Michael Bolron CD's.*

How do the mods listen to that sh- *the cd's start pelting Jocabia, making bobble around in the rubber.*
*tribes, now almost completely (temporarily) blind in one eye, now has no depth perception whatsoever. He cannot fend off the cds because he cannot judge where they are in relation to him, hence he fends off ones that haven't reached him and hets hit by ones that are close. The disembodied spirit of Michael Bolton laughs maniacally nearby, ecstatic at the number of his records being bought in order to attack tribes and Joc. Tribes attempts to attack him, but cannot because a) he is half blind and b) it is a ghost. Depressed by this fact, tribes curls up in a little ball and weeps. Jocabia, sensing a chance, depsoits the manky rollerskates (the end of the asphalt is nearby anyway) and leaps over all the rubber. Leaving tribes in the foetal position, tormented by Michael Bolton's ethereal figure, Joc begins to walk off. Tribes, crying now, stays put*

Oh my Goddess, leave me alone MB! SOmeone help me...I'm going slightly mad...

*runs around in circles on the floor - lying on his side all the time - laughing like a lunatic*

*<sniP>*

Oh my Goddess, leave me alone MB! SOmeone help me...I'm going slightly mad...

*runs around in circles on the floor - lying on his side all the time - laughing like a lunatic*

No more Michael Bolton for you, my dearest. I can never resist when someone calls to me

*the CD attacks fail and the spirit of Michael Bolton wails*

No more Michael Bolton for you, my dearest. I can never resist when someone calls to me

*the CD attacks fail and the spirit of Michael Bolton wails*
*tribes stays on the floor in the foetal position, afraid MB might do a comeback tour. The assault on his auditory senses has left tribes temporarily insane, hence the small unintelligble noises and the copious amounts of saliva coming from his mouth. The unkempt hair is just the normal tribes - a true sign of madness would be the presence of a side parting and/or gelled hair*

*tribes, now almost completely (temporarily) blind in one eye, now has no depth perception whatsoever. He cannot fend off the cds because he cannot judge where they are in relation to him, hence he fends off ones that haven't reached him and hets hit by ones that are close. The disembodied spirit of Michael Bolton laughs maniacally nearby, ecstatic at the number of his records being bought in order to attack tribes and Joc. Tribes attempts to attack him, but cannot because a) he is half blind and b) it is a ghost. Depressed by this fact, tribes curls up in a little ball and weeps. Jocabia, sensing a chance, depsoits the manky rollerskates (the end of the asphalt is nearby anyway) and leaps over all the rubber. Leaving tribes in the foetal position, tormented by Michael Bolton's ethereal figure, Joc begins to walk off. Tribes, crying now, stays put*

Oh my Goddess, leave me alone MB! SOmeone help me...I'm going slightly mad...

*runs around in circles on the floor - lying on his side all the time - laughing like a lunatic*

Don't call to the Goddess, you cheater! *Jocabia calls back as he walks away. He's walking backwards and giggling as he walks directly off the edge of the flat area and onto a very, very steep slope, which he proceeds to tumble down.

Bug- *he gets pelted by old tapes of Bette Midler movies (seriously, Mods, what the heck is up with your taste?). He tumbles further.*

Cra- * more pelting.*

Shoot. * more pelting.*

I said shoot, you assho- *more pelting.*

Ok, I deserved that last one *he comes to a rest at the bottom of a deep canyon.*

Hmmm... I need to think of a way out of this mess. *He quickly writes a note and puts into a nearby mailbox. He waits patiently, tapping his foot. Several hours later a messenger arrives.*

M: Are you Jocabia?
J: Yes.
M: Sign here... and here ... and here ... and, oh, right here... and right here.
J: okay, thanks *takes package.*
* messenger waits... waits... waits...*
J: What? *notices outstretched hand.* I don't have any money. I'm not wearing any clothes, where would I keep my money.
*The messenger kicks him in his wobbly bits and takes off.*
*After a bit of groaning, Jocabia opens the package and removes all the parts for a hot air balloon. He quickly fills it up and jumps in. It slowly rises into the air and he again moves towards the castle.*

...

*Jocabia does not notice a wounded Tribes dangling from a rope under the basket of the balloon.*

Don't call to the Goddess, you cheater! *Jocabia calls back as he walks away. He's walking backwards and giggling as he walks directly off the edge of the flat area and onto a very, very steep slope, which he proceeds to tumble down.

Bug- *he gets pelted by old tapes of Bette Midler movies (seriously, Mods, what the heck is up with your taste?). He tumbles further.*

Cra- * more pelting.*

Shoot. * more pelting.*

I said shoot, you assho- *more pelting.*

Ok, I deserved that last one *he comes to a rest at the bottom of a deep canyon.*

Hmmm... I need to think of a way out of this mess. *He quickly writes a note and puts into a nearby mailbox. He waits patiently, tapping his foot. Several hours later a messenger arrives.*

M: Are you Jocabia?
J: Yes.
M: Sign here... and here ... and here ... and, oh, right here... and right here.
J: okay, thanks *takes package.*
* messenger waits... waits... waits...*
J: What? *notices outstretched hand.* I don't have any money. I'm not wearing any clothes, where would I keep my money.
*The messenger kicks him in his wobbly bits and takes off.*
*After a bit of groaning, Jocabia opens the package and removes all the parts for a hot air balloon. He quickly fills it up and jumps in. It slowly rises into the air and he again moves towards the castle.*

...

*Jocabia does not notice a wounded Tribes dangling from a rope under the basket of the balloon.*
*fortunately for tribes, the madness abated after a few minutes of gentle weeping (yes weeping folks - this is what MB does to all folk after extended periods). He looked up in time to see Joc plummet down the slope and watched the subsequent crappy tapes pelt the hapless, helpless and hopeless Joc. He also managed to see - with the aid of a telescope he dug out of a nearby telescope mine, the rarest of all mines - Joc post a letter. Intercepting the letter on its way to the destination of ACME Balloons, tribes learns of Joc's plan. He waits for the messenger from FadEx, the postal service for crazy fad mail, then jumps him. Unfortunately, all FadEx members are trained in Tai Chi, so tribes gets his ass kicked in slow motion. After the fight is over (some half an hour and 30 moves later), tribes proposes a truce in the form of £20. The FadEx guy accepts and listens to the plan. He bundles tribes into the package in an unobtrusive way. Just before the box is closed, tribes tips the FadEx man to kick Joc in the goolies for any reason he can muster. The deal is doen, the box is closed, and tribes awaits.

Eventually he is unpacked - a little bruised, as the descent was far from slick and FadEx take great pride in their complete lack of procedure for fragile equipment. He grips fervently at the rope until eventually he is pulled from the ground by the descending balloon. It is now that Joc finally notices tribes due to the heavily leaning balloon, as he begins to climb the rope. Unfortunately for tribes, Joc believed firmly in low price over quality, so not only did the balloon rely on sandbags for ballast but the rope was already fraying under his weight. Joc notices the sandbag, then looks at tribes, then the drop from the balloon. Tribes tenses, sensing his impending doom. However, Joc seems to have missed something. He looks at the sandbag. Then tribes. Then the fall, which is vastly increasing. Then back to the sandbag. He then disappears inside the balloon and make sketches on a notepad of the balloon relative to tribes and the sandbag, with arrows show descents of various objects and little splattering things on the ground.

Finally coming to a conclusion, Joc reaches for the sandbag just as tribes climbs into the wicker cockpit*

Hello Joc. *tribes launches at Joc. In hindsight, this was a ludicrous manoevre, as both Joc and tribes fall from the balloon. Like idiots, they continue to fight during the descent to the very hard surface below - tribes because he's pissed off and Joc because he's pissed (the basket came with a free crate of Sam Adams)*

*but lo and behold, before they reach the ground, a pile of tassled pillows appears to soften their landing*

*she chuckles from her seat, munching chocolate popcorn*

*fortunately for tribes, the madness abated after a few minutes of gentle weeping (yes weeping folks - this is what MB does to all folk after extended periods). He looked up in time to see Joc plummet down the slope and watched the subsequent crappy tapes pelt the hapless, helpless and hopeless Joc. He also managed to see - with the aid of a telescope he dug out of a nearby telescope mine, the rarest of all mines - Joc post a letter. Intercepting the letter on its way to the destination of ACME Balloons, tribes learns of Joc's plan. He waits for the messenger from FadEx, the postal service for crazy fad mail, then jumps him. Unfortunately, all FadEx members are trained in Tai Chi, so tribes gets his ass kicked in slow motion. After the fight is over (some half an hour and 30 moves later), tribes proposes a truce in the form of £20. The FadEx guy accepts and listens to the plan. He bundles tribes into the package in an unobtrusive way. Just before the box is closed, tribes tips the FadEx man to kick Joc in the goolies for any reason he can muster. The deal is doen, the box is closed, and tribes awaits.

Eventually he is unpacked - a little bruised, as the descent was far from slick and FadEx take great pride in their complete lack of procedure for fragile equipment. He grips fervently at the rope until eventually he is pulled from the ground by the descending balloon. It is now that Joc finally notices tribes due to the heavily leaning balloon, as he begins to climb the rope. Unfortunately for tribes, Joc believed firmly in low price over quality, so not only did the balloon rely on sandbags for ballast but the rope was already fraying under his weight. Joc notices the sandbag, then looks at tribes, then the drop from the balloon. Tribes tenses, sensing his impending doom. However, Joc seems to have missed something. He looks at the sandbag. Then tribes. Then the fall, which is vastly increasing. Then back to the sandbag. He then disappears inside the balloon and make sketches on a notepad of the balloon relative to tribes and the sandbag, with arrows show descents of various objects and little splattering things on the ground.

Finally coming to a conclusion, Joc reaches for the sandbag just as tribes climbs into the wicker cockpit*

Hello Joc. *tribes launches at Joc. In hindsight, this was a ludicrous manoevre, as both Joc and tribes fall from the balloon. Like idiots, they continue to fight during the descent to the very hard surface below - tribes because he's pissed off and Joc because he's pissed (the basket came with a free crate of Sam Adams)*

*Just before they hit the ground Tribes notices that they are going to miss the pillows so he throws Jocabia underneath him. Jocabia being a proper drunk is not injured in the fall, a fact physics has yet to explain.*

You know you're making it take a really long time to travel around the world. If you'd stop screwing up every kind of transportation man and coyote has ever devised we'd be there by now, drinking Guinness.

*At the mention of Guinness, both gentlemen (the narrator uses the term loosely) decide to call it a night and walk into a pub they just happened to land in front of. Of course, being naked, they were immediately ejected and beaten, but still managed to snag a keg of Guinness, a tap and two glasses. Several hours later, they were jovially singing about TCG and her special uses of a whip.*

*she shrugs and chuckles, opening her own can of Guinness and drinking to their battered spirits*

*Just before they hit the ground Tribes notices they are going to miss the pillows so he throws Jocabia underneath him. Jocabia being a proper drunk is not injured in the fall, a fact physics has yet to explain.*

You know you're making it take a really long time to travel around the world. If you'd stop screwing up every kind of transportation man and coyote has ever devised we'd be there by now, drinking Guinness.

*At the mention of Guinness, both gentlemen (the narrator uses the term loosely) decide to call it a night and walk into a pub they just happened to land in front of. Of course, being naked, they were immediately ejected and beaten, but still managed to snag a keg of Guinness, a tap and two glasses. Several hours later, they were jovially singing about TCG and her special uses of a whip.*
*as well as Peech and her assless chaps, which are known throughout the land. Tribes and Joc, so drunk that they temporarily put the race aside (for a day or two) sing until Joc falls into a drunken sleep (having already consumed a crate of Sam Adams). Tribes sings on his own for a while before falling asleep in a very compromising position. Unbeknownst to the two heroes (and I use that term both inaccurately and falsely, a method so paradoxical that philosophers will debate its true meaning until philosophy is banned under the Great Reformation of ludicrous subjects, circa 2235), they will spend a restless night as coyotes attack while they sleep and Michael Bolton invades their dreams, singing at them until they cry like newborns. For now though, they rest, their senses dulled like butter knives*

*snores slightly*

*as well as Peech and her assless chaps, which are known throughout the land. Tribes and Joc, so drunk that they temporarily put the race aside (for a day or two) sing until Joc falls into a drunken sleep (having already consumed a crate of Sam Adams). Tribes sings on his own for a while before falling asleep in a very compromising position. Unbeknownst to the two heroes (and I use that term both inaccurately and falsely, a method so paradoxical that philosophers will debate its true meaning until philosophy is banned under the Great Reformation of ludicrous subjects, circa 2235), they will spend a restless night as coyotes attack while they sleep and Michael Bolton invades their dreams, singing at them until they cry like newborns. For now though, they rest, their senses dulled like butter knives*

*snores slightly*
*she comes from the castle and finds the 2 heroes. she shooes the coyotes away, banishes Michael Bolton to roam the land of spurned lovers for eternity, and watches the pair for a few moments. Chuckling, she sets them up on her tassled pillows, scented with chocolate covered peaches, and kiss them goodnight*

Sleep well, boys. I look forward to your next adventure.

*she comes from the castle and finds the 2 heroes. she shooes the coyotes away, banishes Michael Bolton to roam the land of spurned lovers for eternity, and watches the pair for a few moments. Chuckling, she sets them up on her tassled pillows, scented with chocolate covered peaches, and kiss them goodnight*

Sleep well, boys. I look forward to your next adventure.
*twitches slightly as soft pillows replace hard rock*

Mmmmm....

*rolls over in his sleep, comforted and sated*

*looks on*

*looks on*
OOC: No-one is here really right now. Watch on a week night, it'll be more like prime time and less like day time :p

OOC: No-one is here really right now. Watch on a week night, it'll be more like prime time and less like day time :p
OOC I'm coming.......o_O

OOC I'm coming.......o_O
*Pounces on LP as he walks throught the door.*

*Pounces on LP as he walks throught the door.*
Ooooooh wanna fight?

*pokes Nekone in the eye*

Ooooooh wanna fight?

*pokes Nekone in the eye*
Fttttt!
[OWWWW]

:mad:

Mrrrrrr

*unsheaths all claws... sinks them into LP's Back...side *

*uncurls from her hibernation*
*walks up to the door and opens it to find herself confronted by LP and Nekone in a pitched battle of hair and fur*
Er...good May?

*uncurls from her hibernation*
*walks up to the door and opens it to find herself confronted by LP and Nekone in a pitched battle of hair and fur*
Er...good May?
*with a mouthfull of LP's Pants and one eye bled shut...*
Mefff
[Groo Mromimf... sum helf here flweez.]

Aw...poor thing....
*picks Nekone up and cradles him in her arms, before licking his wounds*
Lp, pick on someone your own size.

*Looks around confused*

I leave for a day, and this all happens. Oh well...

Oh, I'm Skinny87, Uber-Geek. Nice to meet you lot

*Gets drink*

*seated on her tassled pillows, she looks on the sleeping Super Duo, then lets her consciousness roam the castle, witnessing a fight between LP and Nekone, the visits by Randomea, and Skinny, and Zatarack... all is well and good in the castle. Although a bit quiet... too quiet... we definitely need to shake things up here...*

Quiet? We'll have to see about that.
*puts Nekone down in CG's lap*
*starts hammering, chiselling, sawing and screwing away*
*pauses for refreshment before returning to work with renewed vigour*

I'm bored. Someone entertain me.

*Walks in, dragging half a yeti behind him, wearing a cloak of yeti-hide, and hide boots, looking every bit like an old-school Antarctic explorer*

Evenin' all

*Heads for the beer fridge, dragging the yeti behind him*

Well that's something new. And I don't even have a witty response for it.

*Punches the air*

Back of the net.

Can someone give me a hand with these?
*points to a cart full of sacks of coal*
Thanks. Just bring them up.
*goes back to work on her project.*

*Pulls cart behind him*

Where do you want these sacks m'lady?

*lifts her head*
Oh right. You see that metal lined tank-like structure? Empty the coal into there. Only needs a thin layer.
I like a man who get's their hands dirty.
*dimples a grin then returns to screwing*

*hears a ghost*
What was that?

How are you Randomea?

Ooc: Heh, it wasn't that long since you were online...anyway, rp being a ghost if you like....

See post 331:

>>Hyperslackovicznia: Hype~ Princess of Pleasure, Pain and Punishment.inflicts a curious mixture of the 3 on anyone who crosses her path. Her slave, Master Sadisto is at her beck and call and can devour a human with one bite. takes requests, and fills orders.great work ethic.<<

OOC: I and my title should be put back, and above Divine Fluff, as I joined prior to him. I am well aware that titles are posted in the order you joined and that it doesn't matter if you've posted recently. I know this is a fact. You haven't deleted others. I have slowly been moved down the line each new thread, and now you just deleted me.

There is no reason for you to have deleted me. I think you need to put your personal feelings aside here and do the right thing.*Pounces on Hype's head... Looks down at her*
Mew!
[Hi!]

*Pounces on Hype's head... Looks down at her*
Mew!
[Hi!]


Hi Nekone!

Good to see you! How are you?

OOC: Ahh, you're probably not even here anymore... I just checked the time... Well, hi Nekone anyhoo! :D

OOC: Ahh, you're probably not even here anymore... I just checked the time... Well, hi Nekone anyhoo! :DMeow
[sorry... AFK for a while there]

Mew
[was getting lonely here]

Meow
[sorry... AFK for a while there]

Mew
[was getting lonely here]

I hear ya... I have to sign off anyway... Good to see you! :)

I hear ya... I have to sign off anyway... Good to see you! :)*Hops off...*
Mew
[See ya]

ooc: as some may have noticed, the list of members has grown short. I suggest you read the 1st post thoroughly to see the reason for this, then TG to be reinstated. It was nothing personal, just trying to keep the list up to date with people actually participating.

Thank you so kindly for you understanding and cooperation in this matter.

See:

>>Hyperslackovicznia: Hype~ Princess of Pleasure, Pain and Punishment.inflicts a curious mixture of the 3 on anyone who crosses her path. Her slave, Master Sadisto is at her beck and call and can devour a human with one bite. takes requests, and fills orders.great work ethic.<<

I request to be put back in the same place I was previously. I was gone for a while but that doesn't mean forever. You haven't deleted others who have been gone for a while.


no you are incorrect......several have been deleted due to non participation. Participate and you'll be added back. Dont make this something personal.......how can you even say you were the only one deleted? Take your tacky comments to telegram or email

Hype:Hi Nekone! TCG deleted my membership... She just took me out....

Hype: You haven't deleted others. I have slowly been moved down the line each new thread, and now you just deleted me.

There is no reason for you to have deleted me. I think you need to put your personal feelings aside here and do the right thing.


Now I had to go and be all tacky as well. Next time, a telegram or email will do since you sent both of us one anyway in addition to this display.

Peeches, that is what I was told. Anyhoo, point being I'm still on OC for post op pain, and never read the whole post... just looked at the list. As I said in my TGs, I've was screwing things up left and right at home and wasn't aware of it until Mr. H. told me last night.

It takes me forever to write one short RP post because I have to have it run thru editor, etc., A large enough dose of OC and other post op meds can do that to you I guess.

My apologies.

I do wish to be re-instated.

How do you interpret participate often, as I can only participate short bits on and off for quite a while.

Again, sorry for not reading the post.

Actually, I didn't know if I could get a TG through... or I wouldn't have posted.... I'll delete the other crap....

I say you both wrestle in pudding to decide this matter.

:p

Actually, I didn't know if I could get a TG through... or I wouldn't have posted.... I'll delete the other crap....


in that case..........


*welcomes Master S and Hype back with a goblet of peasant blood and some finger foods (yes made from real fingers)*

in that case..........


*welcomes Master S and Hype back with a goblet of peasant blood and some finger foods (yes made from real fingers)*

What's this crap? Wrestle, I say!

I say you both wrestle in pudding to decide this matter.


*smears pudding on Joc*

first I'll do this.



*licks lips*

I say you both wrestle in pudding to decide this matter.

pfft! You'de like that too much.


@ Hype
give me a minute

in that case..........


*welcomes Master S and Hype back with a goblet of peasant blood and some finger foods (yes made from real fingers)*

Thanks very kindly Peeches! *takes peasant blood and makes sure Master S. doesn't eat ALL the finger foods* Save some for others! *cracks whip on his back*

What's this crap? Wrestle, I say!

Shouldn't HE be wrestling? hmmmm??? *sly smile... Master S. looks up* Not you Mater S., you'd kill him in a second... What do you mean 'what's my point'? *whips him again*...

So, what's new around the castle?

Thanks very kindly Peeches! *takes peasant blood and makes sure Master S. doesn't eat ALL the finger foods* Save some for others! *cracks whip on his back*


*picks teeth*

I think I have a cuticle stuck between my teeth.....

Hand me the floss Sadisto! *Hands floss to Peeches*

The wine is wonderful by the way.

Hand me the floss Sadisto! *Hands floss to Peeches*

The wine is wonderful by the way.


I'm glad you like........I stepped on the jugular's of 10 peasants this morning just to have it fresh.

OOC @ Hype - There all done


*she lounges on her pile of tassled pillows, looking hungrily at Peech, sipping her drink*

What a terrible way to end an argument. It's sad, really. A perfectly good reason to wrestle in pudding and it's wasted. I would, but I'm sleeping right now next to Tribes. We'll give you our next installment as soon as TTOL arrives.

What a terrible way to end an argument. It's sad, really. A perfectly good reason to wrestle in pudding and it's wasted. I would, but I'm sleeping right now next to Tribes. We'll give you our next installment as soon as TTOL arrives.

Be careful , I banished MIchael Bolton but I can bring him out again... do not tempt the wrath of a Goddess...*smiles sweetly but her eyes are dark*

OOC @ Hype - There all done


*she lounges on her pile of tassled pillows, looking hungrily at Peech, sipping her drink*

Thank you Goddess. Master S.! *Master S. puts offerring of assorted gourmet chocolates at the feet of TCG and an offerring of collected scrotums at the feet of Peeches as an appology*

I hope you both enjoy. Sorry for my mistake.

Be careful , I banished MIchael Bolton but I can bring him out again... do not tempt the wrath of a Goddess...*smiles sweetly but her eyes are dark*

Michael Bolton! *gasps* eeek!

What a terrible way to end an argument. It's sad, really. A perfectly good reason to wrestle in pudding and it's wasted. I would, but I'm sleeping right now next to Tribes. We'll give you our next installment as soon as TTOL arrives.

Mistress Hype thinks you and Tribes should wrestle in pudding. What do you think Peeches, TCG?

Be careful , I banished MIchael Bolton but I can bring him out again... do not tempt the wrath of a Goddess...*smiles sweetly but her eyes are dark*

Michael was torturing Tribes remember (mods have terrible taste, huh?).

He has yet to torture me with a pop icon.

Well, that would certainly be torture... *Listening to Morphine thank God*

I still would like to see the two of them wrestle in pudding. A nasty flavor... like butterscotch fat free no cook...

Michael was torturing Tribes remember (mods have terrible taste, huh?).

He has yet to torture me with a pop icon.

*smiles widens*
But i can arrange that, dear. Would you rather have Celine Dion? Cher?

Thank you Goddess. Master S.! *Master S. puts offerring of assorted gourmet chocolates at the feet of TCG and an offerring of collected scrotums at the feet of Peeches as an appology*

I hope you both enjoy. Sorry for my mistake.


*drools at her gift*

*hands Hype a body bag with a noble in it that she was going to torture herself*

its only right.......here you have him!

*smiles widens*
But i can arrange that, dear. Would you rather have Celine Dion? Cher?

CHER! Oh, please, CHER!!! I hated Sonny and judging by his politics he was woefully inadequate so I'd like to show her what a real man is. By the by, did anyone notice that I introduced Mary Poppins to some good loving?

CHER! Oh, please, CHER!!! I hated Sonny and judging by his politics he was woefully inadequate so I'd like to show her what a real man is. By the by, did anyone notice that I introduced Mary Poppins to some good loving?


*pukes at the very mention of Cher*

*drools at her gift*

*hands Hype a body bag with a noble in it that she was going to torture herself*

its only right.......here you have him!

Oooh thanks! You remembered! Master S. check it out! *laughs maniacally*

And if you get Celine Dione, we can torture him with Celine's singing in the background. How wonderfully eee-vill! *grins* I know adding Celine is excessive, but now isn't that the point?

*pukes at the very mention of Cher*

Don't worry, I won't hurt her. I think even her goodies are plastic.

*pukes at the very mention of Cher*

*Pukes at Jocobia doing Mary Poppins*

I still want to see the guys wrestle in pudding, with bad music in the background. We can eat royal fingers and enjoy the show.

I just thought of something. No one is tormenting Jocobia right now are they?

We have a bunch of 'boy bands' in our dungeon. Don't know who is who, just that they are all torturous to listen to. Perhaps we should bring them up?

Don't worry, I won't hurt her. I think even her goodies are plastic.

*Laughs her ass off.* She's just a robot now. Or a 3-M study.

Thank you Goddess. Master S.! *Master S. puts offerring of assorted gourmet chocolates at the feet of TCG and an offerring of collected scrotums at the feet of Peeches as an appology*

I hope you both enjoy. Sorry for my mistake.

*she smiles sweetly and nods to Hype in thanks*

Jocabia, I don't think we've been formally introduced. I am Mistress Hype and this here *points to huge man with leather face mask, collar and leash*, is Master Sadisto.

Nice to meet you.

I still want you to wrestle in pudding. I think it would be wonderful entertainment.

Jocabia, I don't think we've been formally introduced. I am Mistress Hype and this here *points to huge man with leather face mask, collar and leash*, is Master Sadisto.

Nice to meet you.

I still want you to wrestle in pudding. I think it would be wonderful entertainment.

We've met before and, trust me, when Tribes arrives you will be entertained. Until then I recommend the end of number seven as required reading for any Jocabia and Tribes fans. Feel free to ask TCG or Peeches for endorsements.

We've met before and, trust me, when Tribes arrives you will be entertained. Until then I recommend the end of number seven as required reading for any Jocabia and Tribes fans. Feel free to ask TCG or Peeches for endorsements.

Alllrighty... I'll check it out...

Yes...I secretly want to marry Tribes and Joc just so I can be entertained all the time. And for the size of Joc's neck.

We've met before and, trust me, when Tribes arrives you will be entertained. Until then I recommend the end of number seven as required reading for any Jocabia and Tribes fans. Feel free to ask TCG or Peeches for endorsements.


Hey, i watch because there is nothing better on... and sometimes Tribes prays for me... and i want to see if I'll be wearing Tribes in a next life...
fat chance... i am a Goddess... stupid bet...

We've met before and, trust me, when Tribes arrives you will be entertained. Until then I recommend the end of number seven as required reading for any Jocabia and Tribes fans. Feel free to ask TCG or Peeches for endorsements.

End of thread #7? Can you just fill me in????

Trying to FIND it takes long enough in itself... I thought you meant post 7... I read that... A little help here? I'm not linked to #7, Joc.

Can't summarize. It's ten pages. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=415637&page=78&pp=15

OK, I checked it out. I take it you two are the entertainment? Looks good. What do I need endorsements for, btw? I couldn't go back 100 posts...

I was just saying they could tell you if it was worth reading.

I started it... but I can't get thru all of it. What's w/the endorsements?

Again, I was just saying that TCG and Peech could tell you if it was worth reading, i.e. endorse Tribes and I.

*so tired... Mistress Hype lies down and looks at sky and over at Master S., currently tearing up a peasant for her pleasure* Well done, slave.

*endorses self*
look im entertainment, my endorsment says so

*she silently goes out of the castle for a walk and stops beside her favorite pairs, still sleeping, propped up on her peach-chocolate scented pillows, wondering f she should unleash the terrible power of Celine on them...she chuckles and sits, eating chocolates *

*she silently goes out of the castle for a walk and stops beside her favorite pairs, still sleeping, propped up on her peach-chocolate scented pillows, wondering f she should unleash the terrible power of Celine on them...she chuckles and sits, eating chocolates *
*Curls up at her foot. *

Meowr.
[Morning... what's been going on while I was away.]

*Curls up at her foot. *

Meowr.
[Morning... what's been going on while I was away.]

Oh come here, Junior
*licks his head and cuddles*
you don't know the trouble i had to get here today...
*evil grin*
but i am sooo sneaky...

*turns up at the castle, holding a few hundred tubs of pudding*

Oh shit, I'm asleep aren't I? Bah. Bloody paradoxes.

*wanders off to sleeping place*

*sticks head back through the door*

Uh, just to clear this up, I've come from the future bearing some news. Joc, you lose. Honest. *looks around furtively*

*runs off*

im sleepy
*naps*

*turns up at the castle, holding a few hundred tubs of pudding*

Oh shit, I'm asleep aren't I? Bah. Bloody paradoxes.

*wanders off to sleeping place*

*sticks head back through the door*

Uh, just to clear this up, I've come from the future bearing some news. Joc, you lose. Honest. *looks around furtively*

*runs off*
*she looks at the sleeping Tribes and chuckles at his attempt to throw luck his way... she puts her hand in a pouch and blows some cocoa powder on him. she smiles*

Oh come here, Junior
*licks his head and cuddles*
you don't know the trouble i had to get here today...
*evil grin*
but i am sooo sneaky...Merrrrrrr :(
[I've been a bad influence on you]



Meh :D
[Oh well.]

Merrrrrrr :(
[I've been a bad influence on you]



Meh :D
[Oh well.]

LOL
In what way?

And i was really more like a mad chihuahua this morning... not a pretty picture *shudders*

Oh, you're back... Hey Nekone!

*turns up at the castle, holding a few hundred tubs of pudding*

Oh shit, I'm asleep aren't I? Bah. Bloody paradoxes.

*wanders off to sleeping place*

*sticks head back through the door*

Uh, just to clear this up, I've come from the future bearing some news. Joc, you lose. Honest. *looks around furtively*

*runs off*

Come on... you and Jocobia in the pudding!

How about a fluffle for me Nekone?

*Sudders at the mental image of TCG hawking Taco Bell*

Oh, you're back... Hey Nekone!
Mew
[Hi!]

Come on... you and Jocobia in the pudding!

How about a fluffle for me Nekone?
*Rubs against Hype's Legs*
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :fluffle:

*Rubs against Hype's Legs*
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :fluffle:

:fluffle: :fluffle: What a good kittie! *pets Nekone*

Are you still here Nekone? Because I don't think anyone else is...

Are you still here Nekone? Because I don't think anyone else is...
OOC: yep... at work now, give me a few minutes tho.

ooc: back

IC: pounces on Hypes foot. Licks her toes.

OOC: Hey Hype... Your next Post is gonna be 1337! :D

Come on... you and Jocobia in the pudding!
*a small cloud floats into the room above Hype. It slowly swells and darkens until a bolt of lightning issues forth from its seething underbelly, scorching the ground in front of Hype. It repeats this, noisily, for several minutes, until it dissipates into the atmosphere, leaving a scorched notice on the floor for a slightly wetter Hype to read. The message states (in elaborate swirly handwriting):*

Dear Hype,
Sorry I can't answer that request right now, as I'm currently speaking to you from beyond the grave...no wait, I mean from my slumber. I'm sure Joc and I can arrange...something to your tastes, but not until one of us has been reincarnated as a pair of edible panties. Or something. So, If you'll just leave your request on the ethereal answer machine, I'm sure I'll get some sort of addled 'twin peaks' version of it some time in the future (really, the messaging service in the dark subconscious of the mind is really awful at the moment).

Good luck with...whatever.
Tribes.

ooc: back

IC: pounces on Hypes foot. Licks her toes.

OOC: Hey Hype... Your next Post is gonna be 1337! :D

It is???

*a small cloud floats into the room above Hype. It slowly swells and darkens until a bolt of lightning issues forth from its seething underbelly, scorching the ground in front of Hype. It repeats this, noisily, for several minutes, until it dissipates into the atmosphere, leaving a scorched notice on the floor for a slightly wetter Hype to read. The message states (in elaborate swirly handwriting):*

Dear Hype,
Sorry I can't answer that request right now, as I'm currently speaking to you from beyond the grave...no wait, I mean from my slumber. I'm sure Joc and I can arrange...something to your tastes, but not until one of us has been reincarnated as a pair of edible panties. Or something. So, If you'll just leave your request on the ethereal answer message, I'm sure I'll get some sort of addled 'twin peaks' version of it some time in the future (really, the messaging service in the dark subconscious of the mind is really awful at the moment).

Good luck with...whatever.
Tribes.

Joc was here and not edible panties, so I guess it will have to be you. I'll have to check my dark magic books. And I was promised a Joc and Tribes show today!

OOC: Well, Nekone, since you're the only one here now, have a good day. I'm a bit under the weather actually. Ciao... I'm sure everyone will be back in a few minutes... take care... :)

OOC: Well, Nekone, since you're the only one here now, have a good day. I'm a bit under the weather actually. Ciao...
ooc: Bye! And take lots of Vitamin C!

*she gets up from the rock, glances again at the sleeping Super Duo with a smile, and walks back to the castle to make some fresh Chocolate popcorn and enjoy the show.*

Tribes needs to be reincarnated as edible panties first... according to Jacobia.

Tribes needs to be reincarnated as edible panties first...

That has not been decided yet, and it may take some time. They've been at it for 3 days...

Joc was here and not edible panties, so I guess it will have to be you. I'll have to check my dark magic books. And I was promised a Joc and Tribes show today!
*tribes, in his sleeping state, receives a dream where everyone talks backwards and in slow motion about cards. Confused, tribes' subconscious control descends upon the castle. A strange ghostly voice envelops the hall, filling all who hear it with dread and a slight confusion. The voice says;*

oh, for Goddess' sake....

*a goat bursts into the hall, bleating in fear and pain. It stumbles against a row of sharp pointy things. While it strangely survives this potentially horrific incident, it does not come away unscathed - great sections of fur have been shave in intricate patterns. The goat staggers over to hype and collapses, presenting the shaven side. The patterns present words, in slightly scruffier text than the previous message. This one reads;*

Dear Hype,
Don't use that thing again, I barely understood it. Run by bloody monkeys on typewriters, I swear...Anyway, um, Joc is in a meeting with....someone. Possibly God - Ooh, wouldn't that be fun! But nah, it's probably just a lesser angel, Isaac Newton or similar. So anyway, your pudding show will have to be postponed until a later hour/date. In the mean time, feel free to commit heinous acts of depravity about he place. Or clean it up a bit for my arrival - whilst bloodstained walls are great and gothic for our needs, it's no fun when the blood and flesh rots.

Good luck with the depraved cleaning or...whatever.
Tribes.

P.S. Please don't answer this through the machine. Come and wake me up instead.

*tribes, in his sleeping state, receives a dream where everyone talks backwards and in slow motion about cards. Confused, tribes' subconscious control descends upon the castle. A strange ghostly voice envelops the hall, filling all who hear it with dread and a slight confusion. The voice says;*

oh, for Goddess' sake....[/I]

*a goat bursts into the hall, bleating in fear and pain. It stumbles against a row of sharp pointy things. While it strangely survives this potentially horrific incident, it does not come away unscathed - great sections of fur have been shave in intricate patterns. The goat staggers over to hype and collapses, presenting the shaven side. The patterns present words, in slightly scruffier text than the previous message. This one reads;*

[I]Dear Hype,
Don't use that thing again, I barely understood it. Run by bloody monkeys on typewriters, I swear...Anyway, um, Joc is in a meeting with....someone. Possibly God - Ooh, wouldn't that be fun! But nah, it's probably just a lesser angel, Isaac Newton or similar. So anyway, your pudding show will have to be postponed until a later hour/date. In the mean time, feel free to commit heinous acts of depravity about he place. Or clean it up a bit for my arrival - whilst bloodstained walls are great and gothic for our needs, it's no fun when the blood and flesh rots.

Good luck with the depraved cleaning or...whatever.
Tribes.

P.S. Please don't answer this through the machine. Come and wake me up instead.

Must you always invoke my name? *sheesh*

Must you always invoke my name? *sheesh*


*invokes 'MYNAME' the mightiest of all faeries* dude get me a beer!
*beer appears in his hand* oh joy!
*swallows*

*invokes 'MYNAME' the mightiest of all faeries* dude get me a beer!
*beer appears in his hand* oh joy!
*swallows*

It's about time you showed up and did something other than nap!

*takes beer from his hand and swallows*

*tribes, in his sleeping state, receives a dream where everyone talks backwards and in slow motion about cards. Confused, tribes' subconscious control descends upon the castle. A strange ghostly voice envelops the hall, filling all who hear it with dread and a slight confusion. The voice says;*

oh, for Goddess' sake....

*a goat bursts into the hall, bleating in fear and pain. It stumbles against a row of sharp pointy things. While it strangely survives this potentially horrific incident, it does not come away unscathed - great sections of fur have been shave in intricate patterns. The goat staggers over to hype and collapses, presenting the shaven side. The patterns present words, in slightly scruffier text than the previous message. This one reads;*

Dear Hype,
Don't use that thing again, I barely understood it. Run by bloody monkeys on typewriters, I swear...Anyway, um, Joc is in a meeting with....someone. Possibly God - Ooh, wouldn't that be fun! But nah, it's probably just a lesser angel, Isaac Newton or similar. So anyway, your pudding show will have to be postponed until a later hour/date. In the mean time, feel free to commit heinous acts of depravity about he place. Or clean it up a bit for my arrival - whilst bloodstained walls are great and gothic for our needs, it's no fun when the blood and flesh rots.

Good luck with the depraved cleaning or...whatever.
Tribes.

P.S. Please don't answer this through the machine. Come and wake me up instead.

*wakes Tribes up* Clean it up?! You must be joking! *thows goat blood mentally at Tribes, covering him in it*

Tribes, don't ever do that again, and ANYTHING sent by me would not be garbled. The static had to be on your side. I do NOT do cleaning... for anyone, unless it's corpses that are in the way, and I direct Master S. to do it. I do the ordering around here. I suggest you do not ask me to clean up anything again. Or ask me to do ANYTHING again. *eyes black with anger* And treat me with a little more respect, or you'll regret it, I promise you. *eyes turning black and red*

It's about time you showed up and did something other than nap!

*takes beer from his hand and swallows*
:eek: you b***!!!
*giggles to self secretly coz she doesnt know it was icky budwieser*
*thinks*
*remembers HE swallowed some*
*falls over convulsing*

save me?

Must you always invoke my name? *sheesh*
*getting really annoyed with receiving random messages from the ether, tribe puts a lot of effort with very little time into his reply. He manages to make his subconscious form leave his comatose body for a short while and teleport to the castle. This takes the form of an otter, for reasons unknown to all but the great otter tribes of the netherworld, and they aren't letting on. The stress and strain involved in this kind of personality projection is huge, so tribes has little time. He seeks out CG and speaks to her*

Look, I don't believe in any god thing, but I think I was part of some cult or other devoted to you, so I get to take your name. OK?

*the otter dissolves with a breeze*

*snaps fingers and a goblet of wine/blood appears in Hype's hand... drinks some* Good stuff.

What the hell has happened around here since I left?

:eek: you b***!!!
*giggles to self secretly coz she doesnt know it was icky budwieser*
*thinks*
*remembers HE swallowed some*
*falls over convulsing*

save me?

you forget, i am a Goddess. I can make anything happen.
*she opens his mouth and pours some beer from the can... sweet Guinness*
The only thing that goes with chocolate

you forget, i am a Goddess. I can make anything happen.
*she opens his mouth and pours some beer from the can... sweet Guinness*
The only thing that goes with chocolate

*sigh* whew
*gags at memory of bud*
thank yew
no errrm the matter of repayment
*slides off your pants kneeling*

*wakes Tribes up* Clean it up?! You must be joking! *thows goat blood mentally at Tribes, covering him in it*

Tribes, don't ever do that again, and that anything sent by me would not be garbled. I do NOT do cleaning... for anyone, unless it's corpses that are in the way, and I direct Master S. to do it. I suggest you do not ask me to clean up anything again. *eyes black with anger* And treat me with a little more respect. *eyes turning black and red*
*during this angry tirade, tribes was projecting his thoughts into the hall, so the 'person' that Hype was screaming at was essentially a breathing corpse. Unaware of the bollocking he just received, tribes falls back into his bloody body and slumbers on peacefully*

*getting really annoyed with receiving random messages from the ether, tribe puts a lot of effort with very little time into his reply. He manages to make his subconscious form leave his comatose body for a short while and teleport to the castle. This takes the form of an otter, for reasons unknown to all but the great otter tribes of the netherworld, and they aren't letting on. The stress and strain involved in this kind of personality projection is huge, so tribes has little time. He seeks out CG and speaks to her*

Look, I don't believe in any god thing, but I think I was part of some cult or other devoted to you, so I get to take your name. OK?

*the otter dissolves with a breeze*

*eyes wide in surprise*
A cult? To me? *giggles*
Would you like to win the race? Have your own planet? Girls? Boys? Joc as your puppet? You name it!

*during this angry tirade, tribes was projecting his thoughts into the hall, so the 'person' that Hype was screaming at was essentially a breathing corpse. Unaware of the bollocking he just received, tribes falls back into his bloody body and slumbers on peacefully*

*Realizing her mistake, she sends a clear and direct signal to Tribes, repeating the same thing... no misunderstandings, as her telepathy is impeccable. She states exactly what she said before and he hears it.* She adds: And by the way, why are you such a freakin' ass today?

He hears it all, and Mistress Hype blocks out any response he may have.

*walks in wearing a kilt, New Rock boots and a really short tight t shirt*


its laundry day........pfft

*eyes wide in surprise*
A cult? To me? *giggles*
Would you like to win the race? Have your own planet? Girls? Boys? Joc as your puppet? You name it!
you're such an attention whore :-p

*sigh* whew
*gags at memory of bud*
thank yew
no errrm the matter of repayment
*slides off your pants kneeling*

*look sat Choq, raised eybrow*
Err...what pants? what panties?

you're such an attention whore :-p
Yeah you would know all about that...

Besides, I take it where i can get it...*sweet smile*

*walks in wearing a kilt, New Rock boots and a really short tight t shirt*


its laundry day........pfft

*looks around*
*pounces on peech*
*shoves head under kilt*
*stories her throroughly*
*does again*
*repeats step 4 many times*

*walks in wearing a kilt, New Rock boots and a really short tight t shirt*


its laundry day........pfft

*Nods*

Evenin'

Yeah you would know all about that...

Besides, I take it where i can get it...*sweet smile* :p :fluffle:

*looks around*
*pounces on peech*
*shoves head under kilt*
*stories her throroughly*
*does again*
*repeats step 4 many times*


why cant you welcome me to the castle everyday like that?

*passes out*

why cant you welcome me to the castle everyday like that?

*passes out*

well, im sure i could *nods*
*stories her again for good effect*

:p :fluffle:

You know you should never hold out your tongue to me Choq
*bites his tongue viciously*

*Nods*

Evenin'


Mac!! *kisses and gives him a wedgie*

I hope you dont mind that I borrowed one of your kilts.....all my assless chaps are in the washing machine

You know you should never hold out your tongue to me Choq
*bites his tongue viciously*


*while he has her distracted he ravages her multiple times*

*twitches slightly as soft pillows replace hard rock*

Mmmmm....

*rolls over in his sleep, comforted and sated*

*A zagnut hits tribes in the head and a budweiser rolls into Jocabia's shoulder waking them both. They look to see two vending machines standing rather menacingly over them both.*

Jocabia and TTOL (in unison): What the fu- *rocks rain down on the duo for a short moment while they try to protect their soft spots.*

Vending Machine Tribes (VMT): In another life, we made similar errors to you two. Those errors left us in torment as these beasts. Do not repeat the mistakes of the path. Settle your difference as VMJ and I have. Until we worked together we were completely and utterly miserable.

Vending Machine Jocabia (VMJ): Yeah.

*Tribes looks from one machine to the other, in confusion, and then, seeming to have thought through what they said, he turns to Jocabia.*

TTOL: What do you say, buddy? *Tribes spreads his arms wide as if to hug Jocabia.*

*Suddenly two budweisers comes shooting from VMJ, hitting TTOL in each of his already sore baseballs. Tribes doubles over in pain and confusion.*

VMJ (to Jocabia): Run, you idiot.

*Jocabia runs off in the direction of the castle with zagnuts flying past his ears. VMJ and VMT can be heard arguing over the events.*

*while he has her distracted he ravages her multiple times*

*falls backwards on her pile of tassled pillows, moaning*

*falls backwards on her pile of tassled pillows, moaning*

VICTORY IS MINE!

[snip]
*Jocabia runs off in the direction of the castle with zagnuts flying past his ears. VMJ and VMT can be heard arguing over the events.*

*suddenly she turns towards the window*
Damn, they've started!
*she picks up her bowl of chocolate popcorn and runs to the window*

Mac!! *kisses and gives him a wedgie*

I hope you dont mind that I borrowed one of your kilts.....all my assless chaps are in the washing machine

*Raises an eyebrow*

Well, no, but you could of gone for the tartan miniskirt instead. Not that I have a tartan miniskirt.



Honest guv'.

*Raises an eyebrow*

Well, no, but you could of gone for the tartan miniskirt instead. Not that I have a tartan miniskirt.



Honest guv'.

Peech, how can you wedgie a kilt-wearing man? what are you wedging with?

*Raises an eyebrow*

Well, no, but you could of gone for the tartan miniskirt instead. Not that I have a tartan miniskirt.



Honest guv'.


I thought that might have belonged to some chick you brought home one night or something..........*hopes thats the case*

Ha, yeah, that's right.


*Runs*

Peech, how can you wedgie a kilt-wearing man? what are you wedging with?


cause when I started wearing assless chaps, i gave all my panties to Mac......and well........he likes to wear them.

cause when I started wearing assless chaps, i gave all my panties to Mac......and well........he likes to wear them.

Mmm, silky.....

Peech, how can you wedgie a kilt-wearing man? what are you wedging with?
yet another reason kilts are better than pants!

cause when I started wearing assless chaps, i gave all my panties to Mac......and well........he likes to wear them.

Aahhhhhhh
*raised eyebrow at Mac*

*Sits on pillows and watches the ensuing hilarity, and general ravishing with a slight smile as he waits...*

yet another reason kilts are better than pants!

Well, I can think of a few more... *wicked smile*

*Sits on pillows and watches the ensuing hilarity, and general ravishing with a slight smile as he waits...*

*Frenchkisses him quite thoroughly*

Your first language lesson...

Aahhhhhhh
*raised eyebrow at Mac*

*Winks, blowing her a kiss*

*Sits on pillows and watches the ensuing hilarity, and general ravishing with a slight smile as he waits...*


*tosses apple at him* howdy?


@cg
oh touch me ;)

*A zagnut hits tribes in the head and a budweiser rolls into Jocabia's shoulder waking them both. They look to see two vending machines standing rather menacingly over them both.*

Jocabia and TTOL (in unison): What the fu- *rocks rain down on the duo for a short moment while they try to protect their soft spots.*

Vending Machine Tribes (VMT): In another life, we made similar errors to you two. Those errors left us in torment as these beasts. Do not repeat the mistakes of the path. Settle your difference as VMJ and I have. Until we worked together we were completely and utterly miserable.

Vending Machine Jocabia (VMJ): Yeah.

*Tribes looks from one machine to the other, in confusion, and then, seeming to have thought through what they said, he turns to Jocabia.*

TTOL: What do you say, buddy? *Tribes spreads his arms wide as if to hug Jocabia.*

*Suddenly two budweisers comes shooting from VMJ, hitting TTOL in each of his already sore baseballs. Tribes doubles over in pain and confusion.*

VMJ (to Jocabia): Run, you idiot.

*Jocabia runs off in the direction of the castle with zagnuts flying past his ears. VMJ and VMT can be heard arguing over the events.*
*amidst the confusion, tribes crawls away, clutching his swollen nads like a mother clutches a newborn - tenderly and with great care. He also wishes there was some sort of breast involved, but alas no-one is there to provide.

In the distance, the two vending machines come to blows. VMJ and VMT fight in hails of projectile zagnuts and bud bottles. The casings to these volatile and highly disgusting substances ruptures on the machine casings, causing widespread havoc and pain among the pair. Baby fecal matter and brewed piss collide and react, forming a disgusting hybrid. It quickly devours the vending machines, leaving nothing but a corroded steel casing and a half a sign saying 'snicke-' to show their existence. The amorphous blob of vile putridness senses the world around it taking in the vastness, the wondrous beauty, and the smell of traffic from the nearby congested motorway. It quickly decides it must kill, maim and destroy everything in its path. Setting off towards the road, it soon creates havoc. Tribes knows nothing of this, as he has been clutching his throbbing goolies for the entire time. Eventually he stands and makes after Joc.

Joc has a headstart, but tribes has something other - caffeine. The zagnut bar fell into his hand from the fight of the rather irate (and now non-existant) vending machines. A decision presents itself - eat the bar and get a sugar/caffeine boost, or stay sane and lag behind. Ah well, sanity is overrated anyway. Tribes takes a bite of the bar...and vomits. He forces another bite down and awaits the effects. He slowly goes mad from the lingering taste, but also speeds up. Soon, the half crazed loon is foaming at the mouth and not far behind Joc. Joc will soon be aware (and possibly a little afraid - anyone would be afraid of someone foaming at the mouth with what appears to be baby poo), but for now he staggers about, still half asleep*

*Is surprised yet extremely happy to be given a 'language lesson', and proceeds to try and reciprocate as fully as he can*

*In between 'lessons' - Thanks, and howdy yourself, nice to see you...

Aahhhhhhh
*raised eyebrow at Mac*


I know, but as odd as he is, I still have a special affection for Macky.....he does bring me flowers quite often...........keeps me in touch with my soft feminine side......

and he looks damn sexy in my underwear!

I know, but as odd as he is, I still have a special affection for Macky.....he does bring me flowers quite often...........keeps me in touch with my soft feminine side......

and he looks damn sexy in my underwear!

*stops strutting up and down in silk french knickers, putting kilt and sword sheath back on*

What do you mean odd?

*tosses apple at him* howdy?


@cg
oh touch me ;)

*pokes*
*wicked grin*

I know, but as odd as he is, I still have a special affection for Macky.....he does bring me flowers quite often...........keeps me in touch with my soft feminine side......

and he looks damn sexy in my underwear!

*tries on peech's panties* hmm
*strips except for her panties*

by decree of me:
everyone shall wear either peech's panties or her panties and a kilt.... no more no less! except for the women.... they can be naked or wear kilts... except peech who gets to wear whoever ... ahem... what ever she wants

*pokes*
*wicked grin*
harder
lower
use your mouth
*nods*

*tries on peech's panties* hmm
*strips except for her panties*

by decree of me:
everyone shall wear either peech's panties or her panties and a kilt.... no more no less! except for the women.... they can be naked or wear kilts... except peech who gets to wear whoever ... ahem... what ever she wants

Like i'm going to bend to that rule...
*in protest, she garbs underwear *shudders* and a 3-piece suit*

harder
lower
use your mouth
*nods*

i've been offered marriage for my services.. what are you prepared to offer?

Excuse me TCG

*Runs into nearest available closet, takes off clothes and underwear, replaces them with very short Kilt...but not too short...*

Now then, where were we?

*amidst the confusion, tribes crawls away, clutching his swollen nads like a mother clutches a newborn - tenderly and with great care. He also wishes there was some sort of breast involved, but alas no-one is there to provide.

In the distance, the two vending machines come to blows. VMJ and VMT fight in hails of projectile zagnuts and bud bottles. The casings to these volatile and highly disgusting substances ruptures on the machine casings, causing widespread havoc and pain among the pair. Baby fecal matter and brewed piss collide and react, forming a disgusting hybrid. It quickly devours the vending machines, leaving nothing but a corroded steel casing and a half a sign saying 'snicke-' to show their existence. The amorphous blob of vile putridness senses the world around it taking in the vastness, the wondrous beauty, and the smell of traffic from the nearby congested motorway. It quickly decides it must kill, maim and destroy everything in its path. Setting off towards the road, it soon creates havoc. Tribes knows nothing of this, as he has been clutching his throbbing goolies for the entire time. Eventually he stands and makes after Joc.

Joc has a headstart, but tribes has something other - caffeine. The zagnut bar fell into his hand from the fight of the rather irate (and now non-existant) vending machines. A decision presents itself - eat the bar and get a sugar/caffeine boost, or stay sane and lag behind. Ah well, sanity is overrated anyway. Tribes takes a bite of the bar...and vomits. He forces another bite down and awaits the effects. He slowly goes mad from the lingering taste, but also speeds up. Soon, the half crazed loon is foaming at the mouth and not far behind Joc. Joc will soon be aware (and possibly a little afraid - anyone would be afraid of someone foaming at the mouth with what appears to be baby poo), but for now he staggers about, still half asleep*

*Jocabia presses forward, trying to shake sleep and the still lingering dreams of TCG and peech. He looks back to see TTOL gaining on him. He tries to speed up by Tribes is moving like a madman with some kind of brown, disgusting foam present around his mouth. Jocabia speeds up out of simple fear and in an effort to stay ahead of the smell, but TTOL eventually catches him. Before either can formulate a plan for battle they here an unnerving sound coming up behind them. They turn to see the behemoth heading straight for them.*

i've been offered marriage for my services.. what are you prepared to offer?
oh you act like i havent before :-p

Excuse me TCG

*Runs into nearest available closet, takes off clothes and underwear, replaces them with very short Kilt...but not too short...*

Now then, where were we?

*fluttering eyes*
I don't know... where were we?
*giggles*

i've been offered marriage for my services.. what are you prepared to offer?

*despite the impening peril, Jocabia hears this comment in his head and winks*

Excuse me TCG

*Runs into nearest available closet, takes off clothes and underwear, replaces them with very short Kilt...but not too short...*

Now then, where were we?

*not to be out done runs to the closet and changes*
*comes out wearing nothing but make-up*
heya cg, peech. like my kilt? i mean errmm how are you?
*grabs both their arses*

oh you act like i havent before :-p

It the follow through that counts, babe. It's all in the follow through...
*sweet smile*
*blows you a kiss and winks*

*Rugby tackles Choq, just for the hell of it*

Well TCG, I think it went something like this...

*Leans over to her, winks and begins kissing passionately again*

*Rugby tackles Choq, just for the hell of it*

*grabs macs...... ass*
*hands him real beer*
you're so manly *sigh*

*laughs trying to run off*

*Growls, angrily*

Oooh, beer.


*Looks down*

Oh my god, I chipped a nail.

*Rugby tackles Choq, just for the hell of it*



hmm... Mac.........havent you forgotten something?

*not to be out done runs to the closet and changes*
*comes out wearing nothing but make-up*
heya cg, peech. like my kilt? i mean errmm how are you?
*grabs both their arses*

Why don't you ever ask me to do your makeup?
*pouts*

*Jocabia presses forward, trying to shake sleep and the still lingering dreams of TCG and peech. He looks back to see TTOL gaining on him. He tries to speed up by Tribes is moving like a madman with some kind of brown, disgusting foam present around his mouth. Jocabia speeds up out of simple fear and in an effort to stay ahead of the smell, but TTOL eventually catches him. Before either can formulate a plan for battle they here an unnerving sound coming up behind them. They turn to see the behemoth heading straight for them.*
*tired with toying with those poor folk on the motorway, the Zagnut/Budweiser beast (henceforth called "Steve") decided to roam the coutryside aimlessly, looking for hikers to molest and eat. The sun has come out since Steve's "birth" and now Steve is looking more and more like the contents of a baby's nappy. A baby with the runs. He leaves a great brown gas on the countryside, desecrating all that land for centuries with the toxins exhibited by his corrosive "flesh". Surprisingly, the first pair he comes across is tribes and Joc. Both are running away (a problem that Steve has become accustomed to, and possibly the reason he eats things), but Steve is faster, soon catching. One of them appears to be normal, screaming and pointing at his vile, undulating surface. The other, however, appears different - almost like...a brother. However, Steve has decided brothers are to be eaten, so Steve quickly engulfs the pair in a foul brown patê. The two feel the pain and fear the stench, although Joc is the only one sane enough to coordinate this with some sort of feeble respone. Tribes is crackers, so all he does is swim around as his arms corrode and his bones are revealed. Eventually, their skulls leak the fluid onto their brains, and all life is extinguished. Not that they would care, but Steve felt a deep sense of loss over this meal. However, his memory is short, and he forgets soon and carries on*

*Growls, angrily*

Oooh, beer.


*Looks down*

Oh my god, I chipped a nail.

lol
@cg
*pounces on her*
*stories her*
*ravages her*
*stories again*
*stories one more time*
*ravages again*
*kisses*
*passes out from exertion*

Er....

*Ravages Peech*

Was it that?

Why don't you ever ask me to do your makeup?
*pouts*
i think i messed up my make-up
can ya fix it hunni? *bats eyes*

Er....

*Ravages Peech*

Was it that?

Think of the newsletter...


@ Skinny
*swoons*

@ Choq
It's about time you did something about that...*moans*

Think of the newsletter...


@ Skinny
*swoons*

@ Choq
It's about time you did something about that...*moans*
*doesnt hear coz he's passed out*

*Looks completely, utterly, lost*

i think i messed up my make-up
can ya fix it hunni? *bats eyes*

*licks the make up off*
*digs for her make-up bag in her pillow pile*
*traces his eyes in black, smears a bit to get that addict look, plucks eyebrows, and nose hairs, applies a little blush and some gloss. finishes of with volumizing mascara*

There you go

*Smiles broadly, and continues his work...*

Hi Peech!

*licks the make up off*
*digs for her make-up bag in her pillow pile*
*traces his eyes in black, smears a bit to get that addict look, plucks eyebrows, and nose hairs, applies a little blush and some gloss. finishes of with volumizing mascara*

There you go
*wakes up*
HOLY SHIT IM A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!
*checks self*
whew still got my equipment tho

*Looks completely, utterly, lost*

Where are you lost, dear?

*wakes up*
HOLY SHIT IM A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!
*checks self*
whew still got my equipment tho

*Throws him a bottle of beer, smacking him straight in the equipment*

Yep, ya still got 'em dude.

*wakes up*
HOLY SHIT IM A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!
*checks self*
whew still got my equipment tho

Pfft, you don't look that girly, just effeminate.

Er....

*Ravages Peech*

Was it that?



no. I'll give you a hint: dad

Where are you lost, dear?
*draw mac a map then hands it to her*

Nope, slow day today. I'll work it out eventually.

In the meantime:


*Ravages Peech again*

*Throws him a bottle of beer, smacking him straight in the equipment*

Yep, ya still got 'em dude.

*grabs beer*
*holds self*
*drinks beer*
*cries*

*Pats Choqulya on the back, careful to avoid the bruising, gives a sympathetic nod and then goes and ravages TCG again...*

*draw mac a map then hands it to her*

Paper...Pfft! i can make an exact miniaturized replica

*Pats MC on the back, careful to avoid the bruising, gives a sympathetic nod and then goes and ravages TCG again...*

*she falls back as she is tackled by Skinny, instinctively flipping him over her head and dropping him on the hard concrete floor.*

Ohhhhhh... sorry.

Paper...Pfft! i can make an exact miniaturized replica
im not good enough!!!!!!

*runs to peech in tears and tells her how cg hates him*
*feels her up*

*Falls to the floor in a heap. Waits a few seconds to make sure he isnt attacked, then gets up again, wincing at various bruises*

Owwwwwwww...someone make it better...

*Falls to the floor in a heap. Waits a few seconds to make sure he isnt attacked, then gets up again, wincing at various bruises*

Owwwwwwww...someone make it better...
*frenchkisses him, then kisses his owies*

*saunters over to Peech and caresses her lower back, while putting her hand up her kilt and nibbling her ear delicately*

*Kisses Choq and pulls her down, whilst watching Peech and TCG with a broad smile...*

*tired with toying with those poor folk on the motorway, the Zagnut/Budweiser beast (henceforth called "Steve") decided to roam the coutryside aimlessly, looking for hikers to molest and eat. The sun has come out since Steve's "birth" and now Steve is looking more and more like the contents of a baby's nappy. A baby with the runs. He leaves a great brown gas on the countryside, desecrating all that land for centuries with the toxins exhibited by his corrosive "flesh". Surprisingly, the first pair he comes across is tribes and Joc. Both are running away (a problem that Steve has become accustomed to, and possibly the reason he eats things), but Steve is faster, soon catching. One of them appears to be normal, screaming and pointing at his vile, undulating surface. The other, however, appears different - almost like...a brother. However, Steve has decided brothers are to be eaten, so Steve quickly engulfs the pair in a foul brown patê. The two feel the pain and fear the stench, although Joc is the only one sane enough to coordinate this with some sort of feeble respone. Tribes is crackers, so all he does is swim around as his arms corrode and his bones are revealed. Eventually, their skulls leak the fluid onto their brains, and all life is extinguished. Not that they would care, but Steve felt a deep sense of loss over this meal. However, his memory is short, and he forgets soon and carries on*

The hapless couple finds themselves on an ethereal plane. Both of them immediately look down and exclaim, "Holy shit, my clackers don't ache!" They both immediately notice that no mod rocks come.*

Joc: Where are we?

TTOL: Don't know. *He tries to kick Jocabia in the nuts to check something. His foot passes right through Joc.* I think we're dead.

Jocabia: Interesting. Yeah, that explains why our nads no longer hurt. I think I like being dead.

*A smooth, melodic voice comes from the surrounding fog.* You have died and you are here to be selected for heaven or hell.

TTOL: Picking teams? That sucks. I always get picked last. *counts* Uh, wait, who gets first pick? You?

Voice: SILENCE, YOU!!!

Jocabia: God?

Voice: Me? No. Don't be silly. God's voice would melt your souls.

*Elvis erupts from the fog. His smooth, melodic voice continues.*

Elvis: Listen, boys. We have a problem. We've been watching your antics. It's funny, I guess, if you like that kind of stuff. However, it's mildly blasphemous and entirely cruel. Basically, you're not very nice people.

*both boys adopt a 'who? me?' look.*

Elvis: So, you're not welcome in heaven. *the duo looks shocked.* And well, the concensus here is that, well, Hell doesn't deserve you.

Jocabia: Pardon?

Elvis: Oh, I'm quite serious. What? We're gonna just send them entertainment. No way. How do you think I got here, or George Burns lived so long. We try to keep Hell miserable and they would love you boys down there. Especially you tribes. *smacks tribes on his ethereal ass.*

Tribes: Wait... so what does that mean? We just stay here.

Elvis: No, we can't just leave you in limbo. So we decided to let Earth have you for a while. Especially, since that beast is kind of our fault. We never intended to allow anything as cruel as Zagnuts or Budweiser exist. It was one of the few mistakes we admit to. So back you go. *He turns and smacks Jocabia, at which point Jocabia disappears. He turns to Tribes.* Off you go, you sexy thing. *He kicks Tribes in the bullocks and he disappears. Elvis looks sad as he walks slowly back into the mist.*

*Kisses Choq and pulls her down, whilst watching Peech and TCG with a broad smile...*


Err... Choq, should you tell him or should I?

Err... Choq, should you tell him or should I?

Damn, wrong person, sorry Choq.

*Releases Choq with embarresed smile. Goes over to corner*

*Kisses Choq and pulls her down, whilst watching Peech and TCG with a broad smile...*
see i am a girl!
*kisses skinny thoroughly*
heya baby :fluffle:

see i am a girl!
*kisses skinny thoroughly*
heya baby :fluffle:

*Is throughly confused*

see i am a girl!
*kisses skinny thoroughly*
heya baby :fluffle:
I thought I was the shemale in here?

*Is throughly confused*
*giggles*

see i am a girl!
*kisses skinny thoroughly*
heya baby :fluffle:

*starts to giggle, then laugh, looking at Choq and Skinny*