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 Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 6:47 pm
Jail update
Quickly, Egotistical Moose was dropped into the cell. "It's not me!" she cried out. "We know you killed the queen! Now stay in there!" The crowd called as they walked away. Ego brushed her clothes off as she looked around at the dank cell. "What happened to this place? I thought it was a state-of-the-art jail cell?" she asked aloud. "What ist thou speaking of milady?" a voice called from the darkness. Out stepped a small man. He was wearing a colorful body suit and on his head he wore a joker's hat. "Who're you?" Ego asked. "Why, I'm the court jester!" he said, "or, at least I was. I was thrown in here for impersonating the Pope." "Wait a minute," Ego said, "the Queen? A court Jester? What year is it?" "Why, it's October 15th, 1583!" The Jester said.
Poor Ego, now not only was she stuck in a jail cell, but she was hundreds of years in the past!
Crazed Killer update
The merry folk in the towns were celebrating the capture of the strange-weapon wielder. There was dancing and feasting! For they had finally found the witch who had killed their Queen. They still weren't sure how she had done it. The weapon looked like a long black stick made of metal that somehow shot a small pellet into the Queen.
Bullet Rift was cavorting and making merry with the rest of them. He was having a grand ole time. Suddenly, he saw something. It was a red rose. He went to go pick it up, for it was the most beauitful rose he had ever seen. As he picked it up, he pricked his finger on its shart points. He dropped the rose and put his finger in his mouth. As he pulled his finger away, he realized his mistake. The odd tasting liquid was not blood. His head began to spin and suddenly he remembered. Where was he? Where was his computer? Why was he dressed like this? This wasn't his time, he belonged in the 21st century, not the dark ages! But as he collapsed to the floor, dark was all he saw.
Sniper update
As everyone watched Bullet Rift fall to the ground, up high, in the church steeple sat our loveable sniper. Another one down, thanks to the Crazed Killer. But the sniper payed no mind as the gun aimed at the next victim.
Carefully, Mori Bokusochi picked up the rose. "It's poisoned!" he said. A bit of the poison rubbed off onto his fingers, and his eyes widened. "What the..?" he looked around confused. "Oh, crap," the sniper whispered, "that dumb killer, whoever it is, is ruining my plans." Quickly, the sniper switched the target from one to Mori. "We're not supposed to be here!" he cried, "we're.." BANG!! Mori dropped like a sack of potatoes. The sniper grunted and walked away. After everyone had gotten Mori and Bullet Rift taken care of, they looked for the rose, but it was gone.
Inactivty update
The following night, everyone gathered together for their witch trials. Unfortunately for Inasanemonkey, Insomnesiac, and A Dragonflys Sin, they were the ones who sneezed during church so they were taken to burn at the stake.
Egotistical Moose has been jailed, Bullet Rift has been killed Mori Bokusochi has been sniped and Inasanemonkey, Insomnesiac, and A Dragonflys Sin have been removed due to inactivity.
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I actually have a whole devious plot for this game if you'll all give me a chance. I promise to be active and I'm on the computer all the time anyway. I'm good at writing a lot of good stuff really fast, so the updates won't take me three hours to make. I promise if you pick me as your game master, you will have a very interesting and fun game! ^__^
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:14 pm
I HAVE FURY! And Sniper/Meru/Padmebashing xD Quote: Sniper bit -> The sniper swore loudly as they adjusted their scope. They had been waiting for this target for over two days now, and when you’re perched on the shingles of a building for that long, you can get a bit pissed off at, well, anything, really. After a few more hours, it began to rain quite hard, and so the sniper got a bit angrier, a bit pissier, and just really wanted to know what the ******** was holding his target up. “Damn this, I’m going to go see what the bloody hell is going on here…” Our loveable sniperly sniper jumped off the roof next door and, with the precise accuracy needed for this job, landed right in front of his target’s front door. Unfortunately, attached to said target’s front door was a small, wet note, that looked somewhat like this: To whoever is here to read this small, probably wet note: The owner of this house has relocated to the city of Durem for the events that will comprise the Hallowe’en of 2006. If you are here to call upon me for urgent matters, I am currently situated on the 50th floor of the Clock Tower Hotel. If you are here to kill or snipe me, however, I would recommend that you please ******** off and kill someone else for the greater good of mankind. Sincerely, unless you’re the sniper, in which case I shall write this with great hate, Mori Bokusochi “And just when I thought my luck was bad, he had to go on a bloody vacation…” the sniper scowled and suddenly spun on the spot, disappearing into thin air. “And they’ve made a HOTEL out of it now?! What the ******** is this world coming to…” CK bit -> In the time it would take for a human avatar to walk to Durem, our lovely deadly friend, the crazed killer, sprang from roof to roof in the walled community of Barton South Towns. “Here I go, here I go, here I go again…” they muttered to themselves as they located their prey. It wasn’t too hard. I mean, anyone could hear Merumiharu from a mile away if they’ve hung around here long enough. When the killer snuck under the open window, the conversation they heard was amazingly self-centered enough to make anyone want to kill whoever would say such things… “And, like, I know I’ll be safe, because, like, nobody would shoot me. I’m… um… I’m… do you know the word? Er… va… VALUABLE! Yes, that one. I mean, like, I could so just, like, rat them out. I’m the queen of this, like, game, right? Right?” “Paris is the whore capital of France, you know.” The orange-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the floor beside Meru sighed. “Did, like, you just call me a, like, whore?!” the green-haired picture of perfection screeched at the girl, clearly offended by this lower being insulting her coveted position. “N-no, I didn’t mean it, I was just-“ “You know what your, like, problem, like, is? You’re, like, too much of, like, an upstart. You, like, are so, like, jailed.” The fight continued, Meru’s Paris-ness getting worse the angrier she got, and the killer getting more amused with every word they heard coming from their target’s mouth. “Well, like, guess, like, what? I’m… um… umm… going… um… leaving. Because, like, you’re not, like, good company, like, at all. Maybe I could, like, find, like, someone who would, like, appreciate me for, like, how, like, beautiful I, like, really am.” Meru stormed out of her house angrily, slamming the door so hard you could have sworn that even the heavens were scared of her wrath. Unfortunately once again, what happened next was so simple to avoid, if the G-Team hadn’t been sleeping on the job again, poor Queen Meru would never have met her end by a sparkly object out of the corner of her eye. And, as her friend would find while leaving the victim’s house shortly afterward, was actually a dagger thrown from somewhere in the vicinity of the tree outside her house. Well, that’s what you get for acting like you’re the queen of “Meru-Land”. Sniper bit again -> A few seconds after dear Snipie had poofed away from the front door of Mr. Bokusochi’s, he appeared in a puff of ninjalike smoke at the base of the current tallest building in all of Gaia: The Clock Tower. Hanging above the double doors that were usually locked tight, but today were wide open, was a sign that said: GRAND OPENING: The Clock Tower Hotel! Seemingly endless clouds of confetti fell like snow around the entrance, making huge multi-coloured haystacks that looked almost like seaweed in the rain that were placed to frame the building. The sniper carefully trod around the piles, using them to hide behind, in, and around. When the sniper was near the entrance, they shed the cloak they were wearing and hastily stuffed it in the nearest pile, for ever since the administrators’ sniper had used the clock tower as a vantage point for shooting, people with black cloaks were not allowed in Durem. (Johnny K. Gambino was currently trying to repeal this law.) Putting on a cool air, as if they were one of the rich customers, they walked straight through the front door like nothing was about to go wrong. It went very, very wrong. As soon as they heard the fast-paced music, screaming voices, and overall Japanese atmosphere, they knew. The sniper had just entered through the doors of an international Dance Dance Revolution championship. “So many witnesses… how the hell am I going to pull this off?” the sniper facepalmed as they sat on a bench besides the open doors. Of course, with our sniper’s bad luck, that was the bench that you sat on to line up for the contest. The sniper, realizing this a short while after I wrote it, vowed to kill the narrator the next chance they got. After their short silent rant at said narrator, they snatched the notebook out of the back pocket of the individual besides them, and a pen from the individual on the other side of them, and began to brainstorm. Four hours later, they had finally come up with the perfect plan. Now, all they had to do was locate their victim… “… Excuse me, I believe that would be my pen?” “Holy crap, It’s deus ex machina!” “… what?” The sniper couldn’t believe their good luck. Sitting directly to the right of them was their target. Amazing. Maybe they wouldn’t kill off the narrator after all. “Hello? Can you hear me over there? It’s your turn!” The sniper turned their head to another unbelieviably crappy piece of deus ex machina. The adult standing by the DDR machine was looking at them like she couldn’t understand what the heck deus ex machina was, either. If Meru does not approve of acting like Paris Hilton, she should ask if the G-Team could protect her in the future, because I like making her act like that. xDD <3 The rest of Sniper Bit Pt. 2 is coming soon. ^^ Who knew that such a magnificent hotel could host such a crowded DDR-a-thon? ninja ... THIS IS TOO LONG gonk I AM SOOOOO NOT FINISHING THIS. THE JAIL UPDATE WOULD CONSIST OF A BUNCH OF RANDOM JAILBIRDS BASED OFF SPOILERS, LIKE DUMBLEDORE DYING. ^^ IT WOULD BE ABOUT HALF A PAGE IN WORD. <3 THE INACTIVES WOULD ALSO BE THROWN INTO JAIL. ^^
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:28 pm
Dukes was escorted through the jail, while other prisoners catcalled and tried to stick their towels and bedsheets through the bars of their cell. When they arrived at his cell, one of the officers handed him a tutu and a book called "7 Days to Ballerina Dancing", and shoved him in the cell. Dukes was still puzzled when he heard a feminine voice ring through the cel "Oh boy! a dance partner!". Dukes breathed a sigh of relief, but regretted it when what appeared was the figure....of a man. The name "Steven" was written in sharpie on the front of his tutu. "You're gonna look so pretty in your tutu!" Dukes gulped as the jailbird grabbed him and the tutu, and shoved him in it. After a few minutes, Steven had managed to somewhat get the outfit on Dukes. He wheezed and grabbed the air, taking deep breaths. "Air! I need Air!" He would be chafing tonight.
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Phoe sat in her house, shotgun in hand, ready. The Sniper would not get her this night. She invited Labtech 103 for company, and with the Sniper on the loose, she didn't want to be alone. Labtech had brought over a movie to watch and some popcorn, to keep them both occupied. They both were enjoying the movie, the hero finally dicovered what the hell the bad guy was after taking a dramatic pose, when Phoe heard a rustle outside. She grabbed her shotgun and crept up to the window, and cocked it. The rustle sounded nce more as she lept up and pointed the gun at....a squirrel.She lowered the gun to pet the squirrel. Then...it exploded. Phoe hit the wall, her head impaled one of the TV antennae. Little is known of what happened to Labtech 103, except that he was found with a hole in his head, and stuffed with popcorn. The squirrel bomb had not only blown up part of Phoe's house, but killed some of the GCDers on the street.No one really cared.
Dukes was jailed, Phoenecia was killed, and Labtech 103 was sniped. 'Christa, Merumiharu, and `Nymphie were removed from the game due to inactivity.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:28 pm
I will now enter.
DeGei awoke in a padded cell, he was tied in a straight jacket and his head felt as if he had been hit with a truck. He struggled to the cell door and kicked wondering why he was there. The door swung open to reveil a dark hallway and a tape recorder dangling in the light. He pressed the play button with his nose and an eerily dark voice rang forth, "Greetings Mr. DeGei, we are going to play a little game..."
Later that night the group had gathered outside of Merumiharu's house, "GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY!" They cried as she was pulled forth and taken toward the jailhouse. A scream echoed from the crowd as Bellecat fell backwards from the forest edge. A dirt covered body in a trenchcoat had just charged out. His hair was a green and brown mess and as he looked up his hollow eyes met the crowd. The people recognized him as DeGei. Bellecat approached to calm him when a shot rang out. A flash of red flew from the side of Belle's head as blood and bits of brain splashed across Bullet Rift and Egotistical Moose. Both of them dropped to their knees vomiting as DeGei began to laugh insanely. Everyone starred in shock as the laughing slowly came to a stop. Emergency crews were called for everyone was involved and Meru was imprisoned, despite he obvious innocense, she would await trial for freedom. Medics pronounced DeGei dead on arrival, his brain had had a complete breakdown followed by a stroke, as if he had lost the will to live. Bullet Rift and Ego Moose removed themselves from society to seek therapy after the brains incedent.
Meru has been Jailed, DeGei has been CK'ed, Bellecat has been Sniped, and Bullet Rift and Egotistical Moose has been removed due to inactivity.
twisted
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 8:46 pm
Bringing it up so everyone else's applications don't get buried.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 8:53 pm
**will post hers here too then** biggrin b
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Posted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:09 pm
 I'm not going to enter this time. I got NaNoWriMo, my other stories I'm writing, have to get back into drawing like THAT if I want to continue, and I have Gaian Fantasies(Which I seriously need to update the Halloween Special Event Story)
Part of the GCDSG
And will always be!
So...eat that GCD!
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 10:25 pm
What the Heck...I'll try... Quote: The group of Gaians huddled together around the fountain, the gray sky periodically spitting snowflakes at them. Cindy Donovinh was doing a live interview with the eccentric Ron Bruise, who had insisted on the out doors as the location for his exclusive interview. “So, Ron, tell me about your wife!” Cindy beamed and held the mic in his direction. “OH I’m so FORTUNATE and IN LOVE! I JUST WANNA JUMP AROUND!” with that Ron leaped into the fountain and splashed around. The crowd backed up so they wouldn’t be splashed, when suddenly Ron began to scream. At first they figured it was part of his bit for the cameras, but when they saw the fountain’s water turn a deep red it became all too real. Chunks of Ron’s Skin we’re falling of into the fountain. “OMG!” Cindy cried out, “Someone’s filled the fountain with acid!” She clutched her mic with horror and backed away bumping into the camera man. The quick thinking producer managed to pull Ron out of the fountain, but it was already too late, his face now frozen with an expression of horror, was slowly dripping off. “Well, Cindy, looks like you’ve got the scoop of the year…” The producer shook his head as Cindy turned back to the camera shaken. “This is Cindy Donivinh, signing off…” BLAM The crowd spun away from Ron to see Cindy falling to the ground, a bullet had made itself at home right between her eyes. Cindy Donovinh and Ron Bruise have been Killed…
“It’s Dukes, it just has to be, he’s just so suspicious!” The crowd quickly grabbed Dukes, and tossed him into his jail cell ignoring his protests that he was innocent. “Why does everyone feel the need to hate me.” He leaned against the bars on the door as the group filed out. Kiyo smiled as she rushed through the streets of Durem towards HR Wesley, she was going to meet Edmund for some dinner. Finally after months of hinting he invited her over, she was carrying her favorite brand of wine she’d pulled from her private stash. She breathlessly approached the door to the shop, fixing her hair before she opened the door. Suddenly losing her cool she realized the door was locked, “Damnit…” She signed, turned and began to walk off to the tavern. BLAM When Kiyo hit the ground, her wine bottle shattered as well… The next day Edmund was found dead, stuffed into the oven in his apartment over his shop. On the stove there was a note, “Two by two…hands of blue” Could this mean…The sniper and CK were working together? Dukes has been Jailed, Kiyo and Edmund have been killed.Don't laugh! gonk
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 12:53 am
"It's impossible, TMA-1 has entered Klein Space! "
"But doctor, we have to retrieve it before the Europa gate closes!"
It was another Friday night, and Anagove was on the couch with her favourite movie: Attack of the Zombie Alien Dragon Robot VII. She mouthed every line in perfect sync with the actors. What she didn't know was that this was the previously unseen Director's cut.
Where the dragon should have emerged from the portal, instead the camera zoomed in on some guy wearing black.
"What the hell?" Anagove sat bolt upright. The man onscreen pulled out a behemoth of a gun, and faced it at the camera. *BLAM* The glass shattered as a large lead bullet flew from the screen towards a screaming Anagove.
The sniper climbed out of her television, which at two hundred and ninety inches could easily fit them and a few friends. The sniper felt good, Anagove had died how she always wanted to; With a pack of Doritos and a cheesy black and white movie.
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The Jailslime slivered and slushed down Main Street. Its prisoners floated awkwardly in the great green goo. The Jailslime was moving rapidly to the court for its next meal. At the court, the famous Dukes Vs. Wade was coming to a close, and it looked good for Dukes.
The three judges emerged from their chambers.
"We have come to a decision," the central judge said, "We have found that Dukes has the right to terminate his pregnancy." Everyone on Dukes' side of the room cheered. "BUT! Because its opposite day, we find this case in favour of Wade. CALL IN THE JAILSLIME!"
Right on cue, the jailslime burst into the courtroom and swallowed Dukes whole. "This is insanity!" cried Dukes' lawyer, Bullet Rift.
"Mr. Rift," the left judge explained calmly, "You do realize that shouting in a courtroom is an offense punishable by imprisonment?"
"Wait! No, n-!" the jailslime slid over Bullet Rift, sucking him into itself with the others.
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Bellecat's birthday party had been once again ruined by her explosive flatulence. She sat in the small impact crater and began to cry. It wasn't fair, everything had been going so well. And then, well....The more she thought about the worse it seemed.
She had been playing "Mrs. (Who was a Mr. before the surgery) Pacman" with her best friend, and had almost reached level Shmah. And then, she just couldn't hold it any longer. And now the room was smoldering and full of methane. If she had heard the news, this fact would have worried her.
But she didn't know that the Crazed killer was a pyromaniac. So it took her by complete surprise when the shadowy figure dropped a lit match into the methane-filled room.
Anagove has been sniped.
Dukes has been jailslimed by the GCDers.
Bullet rift has been jailslimed by choice of the jailslime.
Bellecat has been crazily killed.
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Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:30 pm
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