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| So, how cool is David Shipley? |
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| Awesome, a real gangster. |
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| "A thriller, making your spine tingle from bottom to top." - New York Times |
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| Hes the next Austrian Idol! |
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 Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 8:53 pm
A magical city, nestled on the slope of Mount Hyzac, the clouds looming constantly at the height of 5000 feet above sea level in which they reside. Their city is crafted ever so originally, steel and boards extending from the mountain, as poles originate from them holding up another such platform above it. The poles are decorated with insignias, symbols, and other relics of old times. At the top of the mountain, all these small platforms hold up the city, that extends about as wide as the base of the mountain, from the small tip.
The thousands of platforms with steel trunks holding up ones, all stack on top of each other. The city then extends, like a wedding cake straight up, until the very top, the Emperor's private house and throne. Stairs wrap around the pole in the center, only passable by a security check by guards. The Emperor's throne is not easily accesible, hardly anyone ever seeing him, as he only blesses others with his appearance when someone challenges his throne.
Each level of the city has a different function. The first ring is the slums, the second is the blacksmith and forging area, the third are the Inns, Taverns, and other such establishments where you buy room and board. The fourth is the military, the fifth are the secret government organizations, and the top is the Emperor's throne.
((This is more of a mock RP, but have fun, its not totally serious. Weee, horrible city, I know, but deal with it. I will try and have a different poll every other day, or some odd pattern that my crazed, depleted mind comes up with.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 8:59 pm
Mr. JiggleZ wondered throughout the slums, smelling of rum and whiskey, as the viscious winds of the mountain top windblasted dirt onto his oil stained pants. He had a dream, one that he would not succeed, of becoming the emperor, and leading a slum revolt.
First, he had to become sober, and the slums had the air of alcohol, which always made you visit the cheapest spot in town, the New York Times. The neon lights always flashed, wanting to end their desolate life, but for some reason everyone donated their prized possesions to keep it fixed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 9:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2005 8:53 pm
Aderol induced dilation gave the menial figure an air of degrated prestige, accented by a lolling cloth tongue.
Sisquel was his name, and living it up was his game.
The posessed sock puppet downed the last Aderol pill, which rolled uselessly down the side of his persona, before belching raucously. The action caused his googly-eyes to wobble just a little; noticably enough to result in a blood-curdling scream from a small child a short distance away. The child cowed into the comfort of its mother's grasp, who hushed the child, rushing it away in concern, eying Sisquel with disdain.
Sisquel's brow furrowed, and his entire length bent, before springing straight, propelling his hissing, frightening little self at the child's throat.
"Shatup!!! HEAR ME?!? SHATUP!!!"
Sisquel's mock, toothless mouth grasped the little child's throat, and she gurgled in response. The mother screamed, grasping his base in an iron grip, and yanking feircely in protest.
Instead of hurling Sisquel away from the girl as desired, she only succeeded in ripping the child's throat out, spilling it's intrails all over the paved street.
Sisquel released his grip in the knick of time, launching himself away from the hemorrhaging soon-to-be corpse.
"Stupid biznatch!!!" He hollered obnoxiously at the shocked mother. "I hope you're barren, BUAHAHAHAHA!!!"
With that, Sisquel the Sock disappeared gallantly.
"Gasp! I'm still up in hurrr!" Sisquel declared, as he appeared gallantly. The word "Gasp" was one of his personal favorites, which he employed deftly.
Suddenly, Sisquel's googly eyes caught sight of a heavily gilded figure making his way for a bar. In one quick motion, he was on the cat's shoulder, penetrating the man's gaze sharply. It was quite frightening, actually.
"Hi, my name is Sisquel, I'm your new best friend and partner in coolness, what's our next move, matey?"
The look in Sisquel's eyes clearly demanded the word "Arr" in the man's response.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2005 3:31 pm
Mr. JiggleZ ran around the bottom base of the wedding cake city, looking for the nearest bar. Stumbling over the dirt and spit and throw up that normally adorned his outfit, he now saw a deep-throated baby sprawled on the streets, the mother crying helplessy over her. Mr. JiggleZ ran over to help, kicking the baby through the streets like a soccer ball, the blood spraying onto his clothes.
His outfit just increased by 2 cents. He would be a centalair soon, if that was even a word.
Mr. JiggleZ ran up next to the nicely clothed figure, proclaiming in a tone only salty dentures could provide.
"WHOSHHSYOU?HOWBLOODONTHAT!?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:16 pm
Remus walks the streets of the 'horrible city', kicking cans as he walks along. Slowly, he slumps down against a wall, declairing to nobody in particular that he's bored out of his mind.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:39 pm
Remus throws a rock at the person eating pie for the ownage contest.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:54 pm
Bob watches as his pie falls to the ground, looks to the side and sees Remus, with movement and agility of that of a cat he kicks Remus swiftly in the balls and walks casually away.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 7:56 pm
Remus folds over, then, quickly recovers and snickers to himself. He carefully opens Bob's wallet and empties the contents into his pocket, then tosses the wallet int the trash.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 8:07 pm
Cyrus Remus folds over, then, quickly recovers and snickers to himself. He carefully opens Bob's wallet and empties the contents into his pocket, then tosses the wallet int the trash. Continues walking and when trying to get a beverage notices his wallet missing and goes into a rage throwing chairs, tables, etc. at everyone and screams "WHERE IS MY WALLET!?!?".
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 8:08 pm
Remus pawns all of the stuff in Bob's wallet and spends it on new shoes.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 8:21 pm
Bob notices Remus' new shoes and steals them after realizing they were the shoes he was going to buy after he pawned off all of his stuff.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2005 8:24 pm
Remus watches and laughs as he pockets the soles of the shoes.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2005 10:34 am
Kristin the Holy Ferret walked the scum filled streets atop Mount Hyzac. It was an ugly day, like every other day, and all of the people were ugly. Since, however, Kristin was a Holy Ferret; she was immaculate and flawlessly beautiful. As she walked, yes she can walk- because she is just that cool, people fell upon their faces, weeping at her glory. Everyone loved and worshiped her. Her footmen, Steven, David, Wes, Seth, Cyrus, and Candy crawled behind her, their eyes glazed over with permanent reverence. "I wish I could be like you." They all chimed together in zombie-like unison. "Of course you do!" She said, waving a dismissive hand. "Everyone wants to be like me- Even that man stealing that other man's shoe! The man he is stealing from even wants to be like me!" She gestured towards the men on the sidewalk to the left of her. While she continued down the road, people kissed her furry feet and gave her presents and fruit. As she walked, she chucked the rotten fruit at passerby and cackled evilly. In the next instant, however, they all got ran over by a steam truck. The end.
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