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 Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:06 pm
[Jasmine 100% Peacock]
Apparently, the young woman had come in at the wrong time. Walking into the room, she had seen a grown man, the Alan fellow that had pissed her off a while ago, was there. Crying like a baby. She grinned as she saw the man cry.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:09 pm
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Alan screamed, almost like a small child. He curled into the fetal position. Tears streamed down his face and started to stain the rug. To Alan, he was alone in the room; the other people weren't even there.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:16 pm
Bing saw the Peacock girl coming into the room.
"Hey Bress, you should write notes about what we're going to try next." He tossed a remote to Jasmine and said over the sobs of a evidently distressed Alan, "Multiplayer!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:24 pm
Jasmine looked at the foxboy in confusion as she looked at the remote that was thrown at her, pressing the 'B' button as she pointed it at the sobbing man.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:30 pm
Alan suddenly stopped moving, as if in stasis. It wasn't just like he stopped moving; the air around him became unnaturally still, like Alan and the area around him actually paused.
To the outside observer, it was unnatural.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:43 pm
Unnatural was turning into an animal, unnatural was the various limbs that Bress has, the tail he had, and the feathers on Jasmine's body. Unnatural was eating insects and having constant urges to dig dens. Unnatural was finding out that television pundit Alan was actually a robot.
This, by Bing's standards at least, was pretty damn normal.
He pressed A, maybe it was the play button, where B was the pause button.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 8:33 pm
Bress paused, looking over the notes in an analytical manner. "Try the attachment, please." He continued scribbling.
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 8:56 pm
"The attachment?" Jasmine asked, her eyes gazing towards the analog stick. A vivid curiosity, she moved it in full circle.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:25 pm
As Jasmine used the joystick to move Alan, Bing experimentally pressed the power button.... ... ......
BOOOOOOM!!!! -Fin.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:30 pm
Moreau Who?
You know the situation, new islander comes in whatever way it happens, people go OMG! Makes the poor soul faint or whatever, they have lunch, they talk, we're all happy. They'll get used to it, most of them did.
This guy was different. The bright, chipper, and all around nice person Neil Moreau has been shipwrecked on this island.
The name alone could kill him.
Let's find out....
RP START!
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:37 pm
Dr. Neil Moreau was stranded. He wore the only pieces of clothing that he recovered from his boat wreck. A white doctor's coat and a pair of blue jeans, none of which matched his orangey-red hair and husky figure.
He was tired, hungry, and all around not feeling very good. Perhaps he should make a fire. That would work, then he can find some coconuts, roast them or whatever, and start his life on this island. Stupid storm, he was only being the world's only doctor-at-sea, and now he was here, thinking about roasting coconuts.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 6:24 pm
[Marty-Thorny Devil- 100%]
The sand felt good on his feet as Marty made his way down the beach. IT was always so nice out after it rained. Before long, he saw a figure out on the beach gatherin palm fronds, presuambly to make a shelter. As he got closer he saw it was someone new to the island. He looked strangley familiar, but Marty couldn't quite put his finger on who he was thinking of.
Marty, master of delicate situations came up behind the newcommer while he had his back turned and proded him in the back of the head while releasing an almighty "Shazam!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 6:43 pm
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconu-AHHHHHH!" Moreau jumped from his heat induced dazed and looked behind him, someone... Or something, was here.
Then a thorn creature thing was there.
The man fell on the ground and said in a panicked voice, "Don't hurt me!" He put his hands over his face, looking helpless.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 7:07 pm
Marty raised his hands showing he ment no harm, realizing he had just done the same thing he had accidentally done before.
"No, no, don't worry. I won't hurt you. You're on the Island of Dr. Moreau. There's a settlement not far from here. Just calm down. If you keep you wits about you, chances are you won't get pwnd by something."
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 4:19 pm
Moreau? What the-?
"Umm... what did you say?" The doctor asked, a little jumpy when the creature spoke. He took a few steps back, shaking. What kind of island was this? This place had a monster that talked, he didn't doubt that there were other curiousites in here...
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