Name: Punkie Vielli Punkie Night is an English custom practiced on the last Thursday of October. Children will march around with a jack o'lantern, singing a song asking for candy or candles. Vielli: French for "aged" or "tradition"
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Gender: Female
Symbol: Jack-o-lantern Mouth
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Punkie fancies herself a guide for lost or scared trolls. She does not pretend to be an expert, but if she finds someone who is having a problem or two, she will go out of her way to guide and teach that troll. Even before the orange-blood joined the Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs she believed strongly in guiding the lost; trolls without ambition or a purpose to their short lives. It was in a large part due to the influence of her Lusus; Carver.
Carver is more of Punkie's teacher and friend than a parental figure. The hermit-crab creature has its own cultural beliefs that it has passed on to its troll. The focus of these beliefs being in guiding the lost, and keeping the evil of the world at bay. The best way to go about this, in the crustacean's belief, is through the creation of lanterns and helping others. Carver spends its time outside in the garden, maintaining the plants that grow the gourds, meanwhile Punkie's job is to instill each fruit with guidance, and good wishes. It is a ritual the troll goes through each evening, carving, caring, and instilling hope into each pumpkin she handles. Once Punkie became a juggalo, her love of lantern carving only grew. There were other juggalos that needed her guiding lanterns and help! The ritual of carving, caring and instilling became yet more important to her life, much to Carver's approval. Punkie does her best to place the guiding lanterns she makes around town as often as she can.
The Carnival of Carnage has only helped to concrete the the idea of guidance in Punkie's life. Life is a struggle, Punkie has made it her job to keep herself and her brothers and sisters safe from any corruption. Generally, Punkie being a young child, corruption comes in the form of evil spirits and bad moods. Luckily that's just what jack o'lanterns are made to catch. Punkie often seeks out other members of the Cult of Mirthful Messiahs. Being a young troll she feels she has a lot to learn from her elders about the religion, and life in general.Punkie enjoys talking to others about religion and spiritual matters. She enjoys exploring other trolls' ideas to the meaning of life and so forth. As the orangeblood spends her time carving gourds she often contemplates these matters extensively, letting the Mirthful Messiahs speak through her carving knife.
Punkie understands the hemospectrum and why it is in place. But she also feels that all trolls deserve kindness and a light back to the path of their life if they are lost, no matter their blood color.Treating everyone with equal kindness helps her to better befriend her peers and those lower blooded in colour than herself. Lowblood or high, Punkie treats all trolls with respect, so she has not experienced backlash from higher bloods. A troll that follows their own blood-pumper, unafraid of cultural backlash or judgement from others is a troll with Punkie's support. She is often preaching to others to follow their dreams; it is the only way in life. Problems can arise when Punkie feels some troll is far from their path in life, and needs guidance. She can be persistent, insisting on helping someone she thinks needs her help. For highbloods that this angers, Punkie will apologize, give them space to calm down and try again later, maybe with a different approach. Persistence is key.
Besides helping the lost, gourd lanterns are also known to keep evil away. Punkie is a strong believer in this. Some trolls get addicted to harmful substances or relationships, others just don't know how to handle the evil emotions in themselves. Corrupt trolls in evil moods do things out of spite, rage, or greed, Punkie works to dispel these corruptions. She believes her lanterns attract these bad feelings and cage them away. She has gone so far as to surround grumpy trolls' hives for good measure. Every troll needs to let go of their instinctual reactions, and seek what they really want in this blood-filled life on Alternia.
The evil spirits manifest in dead trolls killed in unjust manners, or spirits so full of negative emotions that they haunt the living. The carved and illuminated gourds capture these and keep them safe until Punkie can come back for them and cleanse them. It's a long process, but Punkie's blood-pumper beats for the work. Sometimes a mere lantern is not enough. Its tough times like these that Punkie really relies on the wisdom of her lusus. Through knowledge passed down through generations of bio-luminescent crustacean culture, Punkie has learned how to preforms cleansing rituals. Due to the fact that the rituals are meant for crustaceans, Punkie often has to experiment in order to get results on trolls.
Punkie loves lighting up her home on Alternia, but has a keen interest in the stars as well. They way they can guide lost trolls at sea if they know what to look for, the way they twinkle at you in greeting, Punkie wants to explore more about them. Space is far away, but the orangeblooded troll hopes to someday figure out how the stars are made. Maybe then she can expand from lanterns on the ground to lanterns in the sky. One step at a time, first she wants to master her current craft, then who knows?
Carver is a strong advocate of helping other trolls, something Punkie has readily picked up on. She has taken it and adapted it to her troll culture, meaning she will sometimes resort to violent methods to get trolls to correct their paths in life. As a lowblood child she prefers to avoid dipping into physical actions to correct a troll's life, but, as the Messiahs teach, the ends justify the means. Carver understands that trolls and crustaceans are not the same, and the crab knows that this conversion will be slow, so it resigned itself to accept Punkie's methods. Sometimes the gourd-shelled crustacean will voice opinions, but in general, it believes this task is in Punkie's hands.
Becoming a member of the cult of Mirthful Messiahs was a really big event for Punkie. She is proud of what she has become, and wants to continue to help both other trolls in the cult, and those outside the cult. The orangeblood has adapted to peppering her language with the holy words, and is excited each night to wake up and apply her face paint. Punkie's life was fine before the cult, but now she really feels she has a meaning to her actions.
Strengths: Positive:
with no possibility of doubt; clear and definite Life is so full of pitfalls, traps, and temptation, someone out there has to be the light to help others see by. Punkie wants to bring others up and help them see that life is more than half full. Even if she herself is feeling down, she will go out of her way to be positive.
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having one's affairs in order so as to deal with them efficiently Punkie spends a lot of time every night on the things that are important to her. Mainly these include carving her lanterns, applying her face paint, and instilling good wishes in everyone she meets. She often greets trolls in the same manner, no matter their blood color or position. It looks like she has a firm grasp on her life, always having a plan and place to be.
Flaws: Nosy:
showing too much curiosity about other people's affairs Punkie cant help it. When she meets someone she just wants to know all about them! Learning about someone is how one shows they care right? Sadly Punkie has not learned the correct way to go about showing how she cares and her methods are often seen as invasive and nosy.
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giving up something you want or something you desire for the greater good or to help others When Punkie becomes attached to someone she will do anything for them. This can often become detrimental to herself. Because of her self-sacrificial nature, Punkie can easily be taken advantage of. In her mind, the welfare of others is more important than her own. She is a hardy vine that will grow back.
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Weapon: Daggers Carving Knifes? No, no no no, those are sacred vessels the Mirthful Messiahs talk through Punkie with. Far too important to waste on troll flesh. She found a Spring loaded Triple Dagger, its pretty cool.
Home: Civisect Civisect City is where Carver took Punkie to make a hope for themselves. Its a fairly new town, full of the clash of low class and high class trolls. A place that is presumably teeming with lost souls seeking help. Carver thought up the idea to move there and Punkie has enjoyed decorating the town with lanterns. Her hive is a small domed building built into a hill on the outskirts of town, where she has enough room for Carver to grow gourds. The pride and joy of her hive is an underground clay oven she uses to dry out the gourds for long-term use and to bake the often pumpkin pie. It is furnished with wicker furniture and the space is mainly taken up by her workshop table where she carves her work or dips candles.
Lusus: Carver Carver is Punkie's lusus. It is a bio-luminesent tinged hermit-crab that uses a gourd as its protective shell. When Carver chose Punkie as its child the crustacean immediately taught its troll the importance of helping others. Its a big, wide, scary world out there. Ones who have sturdy footing should do their part to help others who are less sure. Carver is most often perched on top of Punkie's head, where it can shine its florescent light as if it were in fact a lantern itself. Punkie loves having Carver on her head, with her guardian there she is a beacon in the night for all to see. Carver gave up many things in life when it became a monk of the crustacean ways. When the forces of the world told it to get a troll, Carver knew it was time to pass on its religious ways of life to a troll, to expand this way of living to more than just crustaceans.
Deimos Somnus Hides his ******** mirth under grumpy. I KNOW ITS IN THERE ******** src="https://i.imgur.com/KwYYOf5.png" class="user_img" alt="User Image" style='float:left' />Flydra Dromen Believes in BLASPHEMY, still hope for her a** tho,
Malice Ragoon Child needs some more MIRACLES in her ******** world
Eridia Tsifer What a mirthful highblood, should def be a ******** juggalo
Tamiya Aiguma Senior amazing goddamned juggalo. THE ******** BEST
Battle Items: Teens may only use a maximum of two trinkets per battle
Military Grade Daggers +1 damage to the number rolled from the second d6.
Adept Artifact Agility A 2x per battle opponents must roll a 5 on accuracy to hit ART OF GARDENING BAG
Trinkets
Support Trinket A Novice Charges 1 2 3 Heals another troll by half their maximum hp, 1x per battle Novice Defense Style B Charge 1, 2, 3 nullify the damage from the last hit, 1x per battle.
Superstar Authority Limited Edition Military Approved Aggressor Line Battle Gear You aren't sure if these are off-brand or not, but you've found a military-grade weapon that is exactly the same kind you use. With the words Superstar bedazzled on it in hot pink.
My troll's going through a growth spurt! Trolls Journal:Punkie Vielli Stage:Kid -> Teen Type:Premade without Teen Art - Pose 6 but chubby female, if thats a no go, Chubby girl pose 4 Growth rp: CYOA of Punkie officially joining the The Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs. Its time to really put her faith to good use as she navigates her way through the social labyrinth that is juggalo politics and nuances. Growth info:Pic! Chubby, Stockings, Jumper/Shirt and shoes (Shirt orange tho) with green embroidery (#046304, Sephos's color, her closest friend) on the bottom of the dress of pumpkin vines. VintageHairstyle, with her green vine headband thing instead of the ribbon/bandana shown in the picture. Facepaint is staying the same. Orange nail polish. Painted white horns, diamond tattoos going down neck and on hands, Green curly vines on shoes! Weapon: Nada Powers: Is Juggalo
Shop at the Mall
Application for Membership: I would like to become a member of the CMB, and be granted a licence for one (1) peddling store. I hereby understand that if I violate the Merchant's Code I am relinquishing the safety of my goods and personal health over to the CMB, and that none of my goods fall under Royal Alternian Contraband Laws #3487 #7758 and #26917(b5). Name:Punkie Vielli Goods: Carved Punkin Lanterns of all sizes, cured so they will last a long time and not rot. Various scented candles. Planter boxes for trolls to start up their own gardens, along with gardening books, seeds, tools, and materials. Most seeds and per-sprouted plants are of the gourd variety. Punkin pies. Juggalo information pamphlets. -- Store Name: Spiritual Sprouts Store Description: Sturdy wooden crates support planter boxes and hallowed out punkin lanterns that flicker in the breeze. The aroma of fresh baked punkin pies, earth, and the candle scent mix together to give the booth a spiritual feel. The orangeblood booth keeper sits behind her wooden crates working on something out of view. Green vines curl around themselves to greet customers that come close. Quote: If you have a question, yes. If your just buying, no.
Important Resources
"Dark Carnival", and from there enacted a series of bizarre laws, from replacing tapwater with Faygo, to substituting the national anthem with a three minute long audio clip of President Jay farting into a microphone and laughing. They, along with Guy Fieri, began the Hilarocaust, wherein people were sent to death camps if they were not sufficiently mirthful. juggalos are identified by their face paint and are often seen with ICP-endorsed products, such as Faygo. They are now considered by the Federal Bureau of Investigation to be a "non-traditional gang". CP initially stood for Inner City Posse, in which Joseph Bruce attempted to specialize in not only disturbing lyrics, but in-concert wrestling matches. The songs of Insane Clown Posse center thematically on the mythology of the Dark Carnival, a limbo-like afterlife where the dead are judged upon their actions of violence, hatred, and sexual abuse. ICP has a themed set of records called "Jokers Cards" detailing how to live the moral path and be judged properly, while also showcasing stories of those who choose to do harm to themselves and others to set a contrast and tell over the top stories.
Scripture and musical sermon are also free! propaganda glittergills lugubrious shamesquirt capricious sanguinary finjester <******** worthless saggy cerulean clot noxious toxic churl three-ring disgrace cesspool swarmpupa goddamn tentglue holy stickiness ******** rectangular leaflets tentrumbling bravado saccharine soda jesterchild holiest of shiznasty mothergrubbing clown knowledge
Punkie danced her way to the center of the stage, doing an odd mix of break-dancing and ballet. Her ribbons streaming behind her, the colorful text of each of her sponsor's slogans fluttering as the Juggalo spun and danced. As she neared the host, the Juggalo came to a stop, striking a pose. "Whoop whoop ********!" The girl yelled, honking a red "Holy Gigglebumps Amusement Park" horn in the process. The Juggalo threw the horn out into the audience, spun around one more time, than seated herself in the grand interview chair. She made a hand gesture and someone off stage slid a duffel bag to her, and the Juggalo winked. Oh boy did she have surprises, of the treat kind, and the trick kind.
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There was a hushed but long applause as the cameras swung in towards the two chairs. Razzle, with an expression of deep and genuine interest, clasped her hands together and began the introductions. "Welcome back to Superstar Authority, sweet things. I have with me tonight Trick-or-Treat. Hold onto your seats as we delve deep into their genuine, exciting, unique and vivid life with our probing and thought provoking interview. Trick-or-Treat, how have you found Superstar Authority so far? Is it living up to your expectations? What's your best memory so far?"
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Punkie could hardly sit still in front of the camera. "I am just so ******** ecstatic to be here!" The Juggalo said, smiling radiantly. "Superstar Authority has been the best goddamned thing this side of the ******** Dark Carnival! The mirth! The havoc! The goddamned joy I've seen on these cesspool troll's faces, it really makes the whole thing ******** worth it!" Punkie reached down into the duffel bag and pulled out another confetti cannon. Like the one she had used for her introduction, the cannon shot out the items she had displayed at her booth. All expertly attached to little parachutes, the sponsor items floated down to the audience. There were several pairs of sunglasses from Lorata Gorgos, a few Exquisite jeweled perfumes from Eridia Tsifer, one or two Wristbands with a feather decal and Cheap Polaroid cameras from Phoenix Down and The Nightly Grind, and finally, a real catch; a whole rutabaga from Cart Wheeling Deals slowly floated down to whichever lucky troll got the big prize. "For those grubcakes mirthful enough to have visited my ******** booth, you got a performance to remember! Let me tell you, all the ******** stops got pulled at this trick or treat bonanza!" Punkie winked, thinking of the adorable little blueblood that had come to her booth, and her performance there. "And that's just the start shitheads, I put on a show for my fanatic fans, but don't the rest of you worry, there is more where that ******** came from!" The Juggalo stood up and preformed a cartwheel, then spun herself back into the interview chair, looking expectantly for the next question.
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"Let's talk big. What is your goal in life? How are you getting there?"
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Punkie was going to start with her simple answer, and then ramp it up. "Razzel, Alternia is already goddamned beautiful, but i want to make it ******** mirthful! Ya viewers might have seen me out there, but i put a lot o my goddamned elbow-greese into seeding this ******** planet with flowers and plants of all kind. Ima make Alternia ******** beautiful again!" Punkie stood up on this last line, raising her hands in the air. The juggalo then sat down and addressed the host again.
"Razzel, I don't know if your goddamned sponge clots caught this, but I'm a ******** juggalo!" Punkie stood up and yelled her catchphrase, "Whoop whoop ********> Then sat back down to address the rest of the question. "And I aim to spread the goddamned mirth to all yall ******** out there!" The Juggalo reached down and pulled out another surprise from her bag. It was a large beach ball, with the logo for the "Underworld" plastered over its entire surface. She stood up, tossed the ball lightly in the air, and, as if playing volleyball, bounced it high into the air with her arms. With the push of a button the beach ball exploded, raining gold and orange glitter over everyone. "Let's raise the ******** roof on this damned competition!"
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"So tell me, what would you consider to be your greatest strength?"
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Punkie giggled, "Oh Razzel, ide say my ******** showmanship has gotta be the debauchery of my being." The girl grinned at the camera. "As a juggalo keeping my damned charisma and showmanship up is vital to my spreading of the Holy word! So Keep those look-stalks ******** peeled, your gonna wanna get as much of a gander of my showmanship as ya can!" The Juggalo pulled out a can of silly putty, spraying it as she spun in a circle on stage.
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"Let's ask the big questions. What is your favorite thing to eat?"
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Punkie grinned as big as was juggalo-nly possible. the girl almost screamed. As if on Que, a cart rolled up, its every surface covered with home-made punkin pies. "I make my self, each pie has a shitload o mirth, and is damned guaranteed to bring a smile to yer face!" The juggalo picked up a pie lovingly, and then threw it out into the audience. The juggalo continued to throw the pies until there were none left, then pushed the cart back from where it had come. "For the best pies for punkin pie, go to "Cart Wheeling Deals!" They got the most ******** fresh punkins a troll could ask for!"
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"In your spare time, what do you do as a hobby?"
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"Ooooh am i goddamned tickled ya asked that!" The Juggalo said. "I got a hobby for ya bonebuldges, hope ya like yourself some ******** rap battles!" The Juggalo got up and started to breakdance, a nice beat comming from the stereo system.
"Your here for my treats and some ******** tricks, I'm here ta preform, knock some socks off ya dicks! Get ready for a miracle, It's comin at ya lyrical, Let it wash ya away with its ******** mirth. Let it ******** run u over with its goddamned girth. It's the way, I say, The way of the messiah, Of ever getting higher, Off this ********, crazy a**, s**t storm called life."
The juggalo grinned as she completed her rap battle, but then wiggled her finger at the audience, is if telling them off. The juggalo reached down to her seemingly bottomless duffel bag and pulled out another cannon or sorts. "Another thing i absolutely ******** LOVE is flowers!" The girl yelled, pulling the trigger on the machine. A field of flowers rained down upon the audience, adding a pleasant aroma to the air.
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"What's one thing you never want to see happen? Like, your biggest fear?"
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Punkie frowned, she had prepared for this question of course, but her answer made her sad anyway. "One of my passions is making Alternia ******** beautiful, with flowers, plants, and mirth." Punkie said, her face becoming serious. "If that were ta fail, if Alternia were to go ******** and get s**t on, well that would break my ******** plumb biscuit." If she could, Punkie would have shed a tear here. Except it would mess with her immaculately applied face paint, and that would be awful."
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"Is there one memory that stands out in your mind as 'Oh my god, this totally sucks'?"
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Punkie put on a thinking face, and tapped her lower lip with her finger. "Once!" the juggalo began, leaning back. "Once i burned a pie, so ******** bad, that my whole hive was filled with black smoke." Punkie shook her head sadly. "The pie did not make it the ******** out. Was the biggest waste of those goddamned Cart wheeling Deals punkins ever. From that ******** moment on, i vowed to never let another pie burn." Punkie finished, fire in her eyes.
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Another camera hummed into life, and on the tv monitors around the stage, the judges panel slid into view beside the stage in a split screen shot.
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"So, when are you most comfortable? Like, a time, a place, a state of mind, darling?"
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If there was a table, Punkie would have flipped it. "THE ******** MINDSET OF MIRTH!" The juggalo screamed with joy. "When you let your glubbin thinkpan be mirthful, it makes life worth living."
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"I want to hear you define your dreams, dear. What does success mean to you?"
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"Success," the juggalo started, "Is spreading the mirth, one ******** smile at a time." The juggalo tilted her head to the side and gave the redblood one of her best smiles.
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"Waddya want people to know you for?"
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Punkie looked at the camera and smiled, then emitted a loud honk.
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Soft but enthusiastic applause rang out again, reinforced by Razzle clapping away. On the screen, the judges pannel slipped back out of view as Razzle leaned in. "And now, we will take some questions from the audience before wrapping up. All phone lines are open!"
Performance
The stage is covered in a thick mist, dry ice obviously is heavy demand for this performance. As the music starts up lights start flashing in the mist, illuminating the spooky scene with flashes of red, orange and purple. As the beat gets going a large punkin is illuminated, all spot lights aimed to its top as our star, Trick or Treat, emerges from the vegetable, clouds of billowing mist spilling out of the gourd. A large logo on the pumpkin declares that it is one of the finest "Cartwheeling Deals" has to offer. Each time the song strikes it's loud beat all the lights flash once, for a blind effect that corresponds with the clash of cymbals. "Now it had come, a time when nothing is aligned, and there is movement somewhere, behind." sings the juggalo. A light behind the mist outlines a large, dark shadow of some horrific creature, seen only through the flashes of light. The juggalo moves her body to the music in jerky puppet-like movements as she sings into the mic. "Scattered and lost in doubt, and left to figure out. And when it struck, the mess was disgraceful" Punkie jumped up, suspended in the air by a harness for a second, as a rumbling could be heard. Suddenly, as the music switched to metal, the gourd exploded. Punkin flew everywhere, splattering the audience. A screen popped to life, stating a quick message that the explosion was brought to you by "Underworld", showing a brief "Let's misbehave~" slogan.
As the music switched to metal, Punkie started to scream the lyrics into the mic. With a swoosh she landed back onto the stage, the mist blown away, showing the grisly remains of the once great gourd. "Take the knife, don't let it go for any reason." The juggalo screamed as she threw the mic to the side, now relying on her wireless one. She took out several long, sharp knives, and started to juggle them. "Twist it in, And get me while I'm turned around. That world is full of itself and full of treason. And you can keep it all." On each loud, heavy beat of the music she took a knife out her routine by throwing it at the carnage of the punkin, leaving several knives stuck in the vegetable remains, making the scene look yet more grisly. You're making no mistake. Your treachery could clear the room out, but your charm could bring them right back."
Punkie was down to two knives, and holding one in each hand she slammed them into the stage, leaving them to stand there, stuck in the wood. She then pulled out a few sparklers, and jabbed and thrust them into the air as if attacking some invisible enemy. "You shake it like it's ancient. Swinging every little piece where it's adured and safe, But your trail is a room and a body splattered. How can you live like that?" The girl sang, still in an imaginary battle with some unseen foe. Take the knife, don't let it go for any reason. Twist it in And get me while I'm turned around. That world is full of itself and full of treason And you can keep it all." The juggalo yelled, the lights making monsters out of the shadows behind her, smoke billowing back onto stage for the shadows to illuminate. "Run to the open arms of the weak and empty. Run to where it's easy. Run to the open arms of the weak and empty." She continued, aggressively pulling the knives out of the punkin corpse. When she had a fair amount she threw them all up in the air, and started to juggle again to the chorus. "Take the knife, don't let it go for any reason. Twist it in And get me while I'm turned around. That world is full of itself and full of treason And you can keep it all." As the last word left her mouth the lights went down, pitching everyone in complete darkness. The sounds of the knives clanging to the ground could be heard, and the scene ended. A ruffling could be heard as the protective layer of plastic put under the punkin was removed, with it removing the carnage.
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The lights came up again, looking as if the explosion had never happened, another punkin set in center stage. Punkie came in on a unicycle, juggling a few colorful gourds. She did a few circles around the large gourd, finally throwing all the gourds into the air, hopping off the unicycle, and catching them all again. "A sculpture, in the name of my ******** Messiahs." The juggalo said, her head bowed as if in offering. From behind the large, 2 thousand pound gourd, the juggalo pulled out a cordless chainsaw. She held it up, above her head, and spoke reverently. "Life is a ******** struggle, and all of us must strive to keep ourselves and our brethren safe from the damnable corruption." She yanked on the clutch, letting the echoes of its engine dominate the audience's attention. She brandished it at the gourd, hacking off large pieces with grace, but seemingly no reason. The juggalo pulled the plug on the chainsaw and moved to center stage. With great force she imdedded it into the stage, so it stood upright. A banner unfurled, like a flag with the chainsaw as its pole. "Lorata Gorgos"' was written on the banner, as it fluttered in the wind.
Punkie returned to the gourd, and reached behind it again, pulling out a long sword, decorated in elegant swirls and exceptionally well cared for. The juggalo knelt down, holding the sword in a traditional manner, looking all very ceremonial. "You must take control of your life and destiny, going where and doing whatever the hell your ******** bloodpusher tells you." With a large yell, the girl got to work, dashing up to the gourd and slashing it with the weapon. As if in a specific dance, the juggalo kept slashing at the pumpkin, moving gracefully, dancing, as she mutilated the gourd. Soon, a rough shape was appearing in the gourd, and the juggalo stood straight up, moving to stab her sword into the wood of the stage, next to the chainsaw. The sword stood still and upright, a long banner trailing from it, with "Eridia Tsifer" written along its length.
The girl returned to the gourd, and pulled out yet a different weapon, this time a large hatchet, with a gold handle and a blade that shined until it glowed. She took the ceremonial stance again, standing with her feet apart, and her back straight, a look of fire in her eyes and the hatchet in hand. "Always remember to stay pure in your intentions and faithful to the Circus, lest you lose your path to goddamned paradise." The juggalo got up again, and in a similar yet more precise dance, she twirled around the gourd, cutting more carefully, but still sending hunks of punkin all around. Satisfied with her work, she moved to stab the hatchet into the wood stage, right next to the sword. Another long banner unrolled itself and was taken in the wind, to flap about, "Holy Gigglebumps Amusement Park" written elegantly on it.
Once again, the juggalo went around to the far side of the gourd and pulled out long bladed knife. It had symbols inscribed in its blade, catching the light and reflecting it back. She stood, feet together, holding the weapon up above her head, determination on her smiling face. "Don't fall victim to temptation - be that to stray from your own goddamned path in life, your ******** faith, or your family, no matter where that s**t comes from." With that the juggalo repeated her ritual, this time going slower, more carefully. Her dance was less sprawling, but more intricate, as she continued to carve the gourd. Details were becoming more defined, and one could almost make out symbols. Once satisfied with her work here, she repeated her process, stabbing the weapon into the stage, another banner unfurling. "Phoenix Down" could be read, the banner fluttering.
Reverently, the juggalo retraced her previous steps, returning to behind the gourd to pull out yet another mysterious artifact. This time, it was a potato peeler, but one far more embellished than what one finds in the kitchen. The elegant potato peeler was held up to Punkie's plumpbiscuit, and she closed her eyes for a second, adding a prayer to the holy tool. "Never let your ******** bad deeds outweigh your good deeds - be sure to leave the world around you better, rather than shittier." The juggalo moved very little this time, moving the potato peeler this way and that, making the design on the gourd better yet. As she finished with this tool, she stood up again, and plunged the peeler into the wood of the stage, right beside the others, its banner reading "Cart Wheeling Deals".
Punkie repeated the pattern, going behind the gourd to pull a new thing out. This time tho, it appeared she came back empty handed. The girl held out a single needle, and held it up to her eye. "Remember that in your quest for paradise is worth whatever the cost, and that if you fail to reach your goal, that failure is eternal" The juggalo said quietly this time. It was the heavy one. As with the other times, she turned to the gourd and added minuite details, ones the audience could hardly see, but they mattered, they were important. And again, she put the needle next to the others, all in a line, this time putting a sign up as the needle could not support anything like a banner. "The Nightly Grind" was written on the sign for all to see.
For the last time, Punkie returned to the gourd, this time pulling out a dynamite plunger, its handle wrapped in bright red. She held it carefully out in front of her, looking at the thing seriously. "Every one of these ******** has helped me get here. Each tenet doing its damned best to guide me here, each troll or organization giving me glubdamned hand, and, most importantly, all of you ******** fans and followers. Each one of these bitching trolls is fallowing their plumpbiscuit, a dream. A fragile ********, this dream we fallow. We spend some much ******** time making things perfect, working hard, and honing our craft. If ya have a goddamned dream out there, fallow it..." Punkie looked out at the audience, her heart going out to them, her eyes urging them to find that dream and pursue it. Her hand moved a bit and one last banner uncurled, this one stating "Underworld". "Live your goddamned lives to the fullest!" The juggalo yelled. With a mischievous smile, she whispered said one last thing. "Cuz you never know what kind of ******** treats, or tricks, might come your way." The juggalo raised her hand into the air and clammed it onto the dynamite plunger. Punkin goop and smoke encompassed the stage, everyone's spongeclots ringing from the noise. The stage goes dark, and the performance is over.
Mirthful Gardening Organization 12th Perigee's Eve Event December 16th - January 13th
A large troll sits on a chair, a fake, big white beard adorns his face, and he is clad in a big red suite with white fur embellishments. The troll looks impassively out at the line of children eager to sit upon his lap and ask for gifts. Next to the bearded troll is a box of potted plants. Each wiggler that comes by is given a plant to take home with them. Behind him, a juggalo in a bright orange costume complete with long curly shoes, a pointy hat, and as many bells as one can feasibly attach to an outfit, flits around festively. "Happy ******** 12th Perigee's Eve!" The juggalo sang as she danced around the big troll in the chair. "Step your goddamned a** up here and sit on this ******** lap!"
12th Perigee's Eve Snowball Shindig;
Forum Snowball Fight! Snowman's starting health; 50hp There stands a tall snowtroll, complete with carrots for horns, and black coal eyes. “Once, a long, long ******** time ago, a brave ******** by the name of “Santaa Clause” started the Juggalo tradition on 12th Perigee's Eve. It decrees that bad bitches get a pie to the face, while the good little bitches would receive a pie with witch to throw.” Punkie said, grinning. It was a beloved juggalo tradition, one she held close to her heart. “A good juggalo is a troll that follows their goddamned plumpbiscuit’s desire. So, if your wee little bloodpumper yearns for the ******** joy of attack, do so! If you're goddamned plumpbiscuit beats to the rhythm of clemency, do ******** so!” She raised a flag in the air, “Whoever’s plumpbiscuit beats the hardest for their cause is a good ******** troll! Whoop whoop ********> The juggalo said, waving the flag down to represent that the fight is on!
OOC: Team A (for attack) is trying to attack the snowman. Team D (for defense) is trying to save the snowman. => Team A players roll 2D6 once a day, normal battle rules apply. => Team D players may do one of two things each day. You can roll 1D4 to repair the snowman, healing it for the dice result. Or you may roll 2D6 to attack a player on Team A’s attack, attempting to cancel out their attack. Normal accuracy rolls apply for the 1st D6. The second D6 being how much you may remove from the Team A player’s attack.
Please use the codes below. Team A
[quote][align=center][size=15][b]For the Beat of my Plumpbiscuit, I ATTACK![/size][/b] NAME has dealt [b]##[/b] damage to the snowtroll.[/align][/quote]
Team B
[quote][align=center][size=15][b]For the Beat of my Plumpbiscuit,I DEFEND![/size][/b] NAME has healed the snowtroll for [b]##[/b]. NAME has prevented [b]##[/b] damage to the snowtroll, attacking NAME's attack.[/align][/quote]
Santaa's Little Helpers;
CYOA PRP Game You approach the "jolly" bearded troll, and ask about the advertised event called "Santaa's Little Helpers". It describes a quest of sorts, with a prize rewarded at the end of said quest. The bearded greenblood grunts noncommittally, and a bright, cheery, juggalo "elf" appears behind him. "A brave adventurer has answered their goddamned calling!" She yells loudly, overly loudly. "Finally some ******** to help out our poor unfortunate cesspool, Santaa ******** Clause!"
OOC: To Participate, make a new thread in Alternia RP, and put the code (found in the spoiler below) in the first post of that thread. This game can be played in groups of two or more trolls. The thread must be started BEFORE January 7th to play the game. CYOA RP responses will cease after January 20th. For finishing this quest you will receive 1 ep. Only 1 ep per user. Code for first post in a separate thread:
[align=center][b][size=18]Santaa's Little Helpers CYOA[/size] [size=10]Brought to you by the Mirthful Gardening Organization's 12th Perigee's Eve Event[/size][/b][/align]
You approach the "jolly" bearded troll, and ask about the advertised event called "Santaa's Little Helpers". It describes a quest of sorts, with a prize rewarded at the end of said quest. The bearded greenblood grunts noncommittally, and a bright, cheery, juggalo "elf" appears behind him. [color=#bd4f00][b]"A brave adventurer has answered their ******** calling!"[/b][/color] She yells loudly, overly loudly. [color=#bd4f00][b]"Finally some ******** to help out our poor unfortunate cesspool, Santaa ******** Clause!"[/b][/color] The juggalo lowers her voice a smidgen, and continues. [color=#bd4f00][b]"There has been a goddamned crisis! All of poor ******** Santaa's hoofbeasts have disappeared! The bearded b***h needs these hoofbeasts in order to bring all the good little wigglers their ******** 12th Perigree's eve holiday supor-slime plush!"[/b][/color] The juggalo hands you a paper and goes back to screaming joyfully at the scared wigglers in line for Santaa's lap.
[align=center][list][list][i]Congratulations! You have accepted the quest for the lost hoofbeasts! This a choose your own adventure game where trolls participating will have to choose one of the provided options. Trolls will be given hints, facts, and clues in order to complete the objective. Your objective is to use the information and tools provided to you to find, and then return the "Lost Hoofbeasts" to Santaa. Outside tools or items are not allowed. Some options will lead to "dead ends", which will reward a token for your hard work. You can complete this quest by either bringing back 3 [b]tokens[/b] and turning them in, or by returning the lost hoofbeasts to Santaa. [u]Completing the quest through one of these two ways will reward you with 1ep.[/u] Bringing back the hoofbeast will reward an additional art prize. [color=red]Maximum 1ep per user[/color] [size=7][b]Terms and Conditions[/b] Neither we nor any third parties provide any warranty or guarantee as to the accuracy, timeliness, performance, completeness or suitability of the information and materials found or offered on this event for any particular purpose. You acknowledge that such information and materials may contain inaccuracies or errors and we expressly exclude liability for any such inaccuracies or errors to the fullest extent permitted by law. The Mirthful Gardening Organization takes no responsibility for any injuries, deaths, or traumatic experiences you may find yourself in should you accept this quest. Any items you find are the property of the Mirthful Gardening Organization, and can be seized should members of the organization choose to do so. Mirthful Gardening Organization is under no responsibility for the safety or happiness of any trolls who willingly accept the quest. [b]Warnings;[/b] do not eat or consume any unconsumable items you may find while on this adventure. Eating rocks may lead to broken teeth. Do not climb inside any bags and zip them up. Doing so could cause injury and death. Weapons and knives are sharp. Some objects may be harmful if swallowed.[/size]
When you are ready, make your way to the clearing.[/i][/list][/list][/align]
When you get to the clearing, there are 3 posts that look like they were used to tether hoofbeasts, or some sort of beasts. Piles of refuse confirm this observation. Hoofprints in the snow go off in two directions. To the right the hoof prints lead to a forest of brightly decorated pine trees. To the left the hoof prints lead through a field of punkin plants somehow still growing despite the cold weather.
=> Go [b]RIGHT[/b] => Go [b]LEFT[/b]
[i][b]OOC[/b] All trolls participating must post a RP post with at least 100 words before a decision can be made. Quote [b]Micillia[/b] with your group's choice when you are ready to proceed.[/i]
Once you have reclaimed either the hoofbeast, or 3 tokens, report it in with the following code.
[quote="Micillia"][align=center][size=15][b]My Quest Complete![/size][/b] NAME has collected [b]3 tokens/the hoofbeast's blessing[/b]! Now where is my quest reward?[/align][/quote]
Juggalo Lingo Help Guide
Gigglemug: An habitually smiling face. Fifteen puzzle: a term meaning complete and absolute confusion. Enthuzimuzzy: Satirical reference to enthusiasm. Damfino: a contraction of “damned if I know.” Chuckaboo: A nickname given to a close friend. Got the morbs: phrase that indicated temporary melancholy. Skilamalink: Secret, shady, doubtful.
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My troll's going through a growth spurt!