OOC: To recap: Sword and freinds are in the TV realm searching for TPB, Kkhohoho's doing the same thing except he was on a different channel, and has ridden a dragon into another channel and isn't sure of where he is now, DJ is nearly finished omosing into the couch, TPB is lost in the TV realm as earlier stated, Cat and Captain Pluto are busy watching the TV, and TPE is off doing...something. Yeah, something.
as what i was doing
*talks to cat*
its my turn
*knocks off the remote off of cat's hands*
ya haa! its mine!
changed the channel
OOC: I'm a cat. I don't have hands, I have paws. The remote was therefor lying on the ground, using my paws to press the button. So all you had to do is pick is up.
:eyebrow: { Rest easy lads and keep your powder dry. The Eye of Truth is well tuned into the (very) workings of the cosmos and it tells me of a rift in the very fabric of reality. I suspect that the workings will soon be restored by the multiverse's self-fixing powers [well I say self-fixing, in reality its the hard work of Randy et al what does it] and we will be restored to just at the point where the original rift occurred.
:eyebrow: { If it is correct, then our actions here in this sub-universe shall have no consequences. None. Zip. Nada.
*hears a far off voice speaking of a lack of consequences*
:sword Very good then.*goes into a Wild West saloon invisible and instigates a bar brawl*
:swordteleport *dusts off hands* Haven't had that much fun since the eighty team game of Plakti pitball.
*Also hears the far off voice speaking of a lack of consequences.*
:santa: :twisted:
*Kkhohoho goes off on a rampage downtown, knowing if anyone dies, they will be alive again later. He uses his energy laugh to knock down the top half of the highest building in the city, uses his super leaping to crash through a store selling Hannakah decorations, and uses his super strength to take out a kid with a balloon, thus sending the baloon into the stratosphere. He then perfroms many leaps, in order to get to the North Pole, and promptly kicks Santa Claus out of office, and takes his workshop by force. The elves then get to work producing firearms and explosives to put under the trees this year instead of toys and candy. And money, because Kkhohoho took all of the workshops funds and bought a widescreen TV that isn't cursed, and he will watch it untill things go back to normal, and he has to be a hero again, or else all superheroes will be on his arse.*
:santa: Such is the way of life. *sigh*
The cat watched with amusement as he washes his paws, wondering if anyone remembers that he has the ability to transcend realities and timelines and thus will be quite aware of everything they are doing.
i'm bored
*sits down on couch*
In response, the cat takes the kitten from the Nanny Tiger and jumps on Pluto's lap, turning solid as he does so.
Then you may scratch my chin and play with the kitten.
better than doing nothing
*begins scratching cat's chin*
Quote from: Captain Pluto on January 31, 2007, 09:11:05 PM
i'm bored
*sits down on couch*
*unbeknowingly Pluto has sat on DJ, smearing his already bloody desecrated corpse across Pluto's rear* Ach!!! What the...something 'eavy be on me!!!! Why does this always 'appen when I'm trying ot osmosis with the couch!?!?!?! 'ell, I was just trying ta see if I could get to the land of the coin people!!!
*DJ flails his arms back and forth, 'oping someone will notice his predicament*
'elp!!! 'elp!! Get it off!!!
-DJ
*Konbiz kicks open the door.... wielding a universal remote*
Konbiz: "Ok now how do i work this thing?.... hummmm how about i try this"
*konbiz pushes a random button sequence, causing the room to shake violently....... and then return to normal*
(ELSEWHERE: Kkhohoho's HD TV explodes in his face)
Konbiz: "This piece of crap! Where was this made?...... North Pole.... no wonder.... these cheap labour elves don't know how to do anything well.... I think this calls for....."
*Epic trumpet music and a huge drum roll*
Konbiz: "A letter of complaint!"
One temporary, self-distructing timeline comes into place, and everything goes nuts! Whats a cat to do?
*Konbiz sees a strange cat altering timelines and decides this is his time to strike and save the say..... *
*Konbiz pulls out his small spray gun*
"bad kitty"
*spray, spray, spray*
*there is a pause as the two make eye contact*
*spra.......... Cat jumps and begins to claw konbiz's face..... it seems this time curiosity killed konbiz*
Quote from: Deaths Jester on February 02, 2007, 08:14:22 AM
Quote from: Captain Pluto on January 31, 2007, 09:11:05 PM
i'm bored
*sits down on couch*
*unbeknowingly Pluto has sat on DJ, smearing his already bloody desecrated corpse across Pluto's rear* Ach!!! What the...something 'eavy be on me!!!! Why does this always 'appen when I'm trying ot osmosis with the couch!?!?!?! 'ell, I was just trying ta see if I could get to the land of the coin people!!!
*DJ flails his arms back and forth, 'oping someone will notice his predicament*
'elp!!! 'elp!! Get it off!!!
-DJ
yargh!!
wha the
its dj! :blink:
Quote*Konbiz sees a strange cat altering timelines and decides this is his time to strike and save the say..... *
*Konbiz pulls out his small spray gun*
"bad kitty"
*spray, spray, spray*
*there is a pause as the two make eye contact*
*spra.......... Cat jumps and begins to claw konbiz's face..... it seems this time curiosity killed konbiz*
OOC: Sorry, but
I decide what my character does, and that is not something he would EVER do. It's too undignified. He would find it much more amusing watching you. And he can't alter timelines, line transcend them.
*as konbiz's face is being mauled off he notices another cat..... (catwhowalksbyhimself sorry if i abused your character so i hope this little retcon helps hehe) seeming amused at the sight of me being beaten to a pulp by one of his feline brothers or sisters
Quote from: konbiz on February 02, 2007, 08:02:45 PM
*as konbiz's face is being mauled off he notices another cat..... (catwhowalksbyhimself sorry if i abused your character so i hope this little retcon helps hehe) seeming amused at the sight of me being beaten to a pulp by one of his feline brothers or sisters
OOC: Konbiz, are you going to join PALS when the orginal thread comes back up and everything in this thread is treated as if it never happened? If so, what is Konbiz's powers and abilities? By the way, like Cat said, people decide what their characters do, and I never intended for Kkhohoho's widescreen TV to blow up. In short, that was an act of uberness, which I
defintly always attempt to step away from. I never even said it was HD, (but I will now. :twisted: ) so without further ado:
IG: *The TV that exploded belonged to Kkhohoho, but it was his old TV at PALS mansion. Meanwhile, Kkhohoho is watching a documentary on how a universe can actually "fix" itself, and turn itself backwards in time.*
*gets off of dj*
*looks at konbiz*
yes what is your powers and your abilities? :huh:
OOC: You'll get used to it. kkhohoho was pretty bad at first, but he's DRASTICALLY improved and is starting to be actually fun to play with. It is sometimes permissible to have other character say and do things, but it should be minor in nature, and you should know the characters you're dealing with very well before you do.
:lorde: --appears in a flash of teleportation magic, placeing a green egg shaped object the size of a small watermelon on the table. a small label marked "Emeraude" is attached to the egg shaped object, along with a note to keep the egg shaped object at a temperature between 78 and 90 degrees. lord elcorion then dissapears in another flash of teleportation magic, never saying a word, leaving only the mysterious egg shaped object to testify to his having been there.--
:eyebow: *to self* { Well now but if this alternate dimension isn't a right busy one. A bit chaotic too, I fear the mansion may have taken a little damage from that shakin.
* Turns intangible briefly in order to avoid being crushed by a falling chandelier *
:eyebow: { Phew. Just as well this is a subdimension and none of this will matter once the universe restores itself. Of course, it is a little dispiriting to see how the characters of some people show through in a world without consequences.
* A pause now as a worrying thought crosses the noble Brow's fine mind *
:eyebow: :o { But all this assumes that The Eye of Truth is correct. What if...? No... Surely not?
* As the now shaken Eyebrow wrestles with the complexities of multidimensional realms, another visitor appears *
Quote from: Lord Elcorion on February 02, 2007, 09:26:27 PM
:lorde: --appears in a flash of teleportation magic, placeing a green egg shaped object the size of a small watermelon on the table. a small label marked "Emeraude" is attached to the egg shaped object, along with a note to keep the egg shaped object at a temperature between 78 and 90 degrees. lord elcorion then dissapears in another flash of teleportation magic, never saying a word, leaving only the mysterious egg shaped object to testify to his having been there.--
:eyebrow: { You... you left your egg! Your egg sir!
* Still intengible (well you can't be too careful in these uncertain times) he aproaches the object and peers at the note. *
:eyebrow: { '...between 78 and 90 degrees' eh? But is that Fahrenheit or Centigrade? FAHRENHEIT OR CENTIGRADE!?
* Regathering his composure and his position, he addresses the group *
:eyebrow: ^_^ { Right. I'm looking for a volunteer to handle this egg and tell me if it's hot or not...
*Still in the TV, Sword continues to follow the frequency lane has given to Firewall*
:sword Thus far we've trekked through three romantic movies, House MD and a wid western. What's next.
Firewall: Stargate?
:sword That seems a safe guess. Look, It's O'neill golfing through the gate.
General Hammond; O'neill what are you doing?
O'neill: Playing through! Teal'c where exactly is Arcturus 9?
:sword OK we've seen enough.
Firewall: The frequency signal is leading to the gate.
:sword let's get stealthy. *covers everyone in a shroud of shadows and leads them through the gate before it closes*
OK now i know the basic rules etc... well
Konbiz has the power to predict the future 57% percent of the time correctly... the other 43% of predictions are totally the opposite of what is about to happen..... and can sometimes sense the thoughts and emotions of inanimate objects....
yes I would like to join the game if thats ok... and now I'm more aware of the rules I should be fine.... hehe i may need a little guidance now and then.... well lets get started haha
*After the random cat - which is not catwhowalksbyhimself - grows tired of abusing konbiz, konbiz gets up to meet the looks of a few pairs of eyes.... and eyebrows... staring at him, the next thing he wonders is how captain pluto is going to get those blood stains out of his uniform....*
Konbiz: I sense the chandalier feels... broken.... inside
*konbiz loosens his collar as he noticed the temperature seems to have risen to roughly 79 degrees centigrade*
Quote from: konbiz on February 03, 2007, 10:38:02 AM
OK now i know the basic rules etc... well
Konbiz has the power to predict the future 57% percent of the time correctly... the other 43% of predictions are totally the opposite of what is about to happen..... and can sometimes sense the thoughts and emotions of inanimate objects....
yes I would like to join the game if thats ok... and now I'm more aware of the rules I should be fine.... hehe i may need a little guidance now and then.... well lets get started haha
*After the random cat - which is not catwhowalksbyhimself - grows tired of abusing konbiz, konbiz gets up to meet the looks of a few pairs of eyes.... and eyebrows... staring at him, the next thing he wonders is how captain pluto is going to get those blood stains out of his uniform....*
Konbiz: I sense the chandalier feels... broken.... inside
*konbiz loosens his collar as he noticed the temperature seems to have risen to roughly 79 degrees centigrade*
nice powers! :thumbup:
and why are u lookin at me funny? :blink:
Captain Pluto: why are u lookin at me funny?
*Konbiz looks at Pluto's uniform and begins to tap into its emotions*
[ Pluto's uniform: Cleeeean me! Cleeeean me! It's hard being me you know...he just throws me in there with the rest of his clothes... like I'm nothing to him.... NOTHING!... I'm delicate... he needs to hand wash me.... he needs to stop treating me like some cheap halloween costume and make me feel like a real uniform.... It wasn't always like this you know... when we first met we used to go everywhere together... walks on the beach, candelit mea..... ]
*Konbiz slowly zones out and there is an awquard silence*
*ahem*
Konbiz: Oh.... errrrm..... you have very pretty eyes?
ew gross
*looks at konbiz distgusted* :blink:
yeah um i'm gonna go out
*goes outside of PALS*
OOG: :blink: I believe the word I am seeking is "What?"
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest
:lorde: --a small note appears next to the egg that says "addendum: the tempurature is to read as Fahrenheit"--
*sneaks inside headquarters*
hahaha!! i hope i get hired
*looks for job application*
Hmm, we seem to have a visitor looking for something. I'll send the Nanny Tiger to help him out.
The nanny tiger goes up to AquaSurfer, licks her lips hungrily, and lets out an actual low roar.
Quote from: AquaSurfer on February 05, 2007, 09:58:55 PM
*sneaks inside headquarters*
hahaha!! i hope i get hired
*looks for job application*
*An elf suddenl appears out out of nowhere, right in front of AquaSurfer.*
Elf: Hello. My benefactor, Mr.Kkhohoho, would like to know your powers, and why you're sneaking around, and why you're using inproper grammer.
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on February 03, 2007, 03:48:50 AM
:eyebow: *to self* { Well now but if this alternate dimension isn't a right busy one. A bit chaotic too, I fear the mansion may have taken a little damage from that shakin.
* Turns intangible briefly in order to avoid being crushed by a falling chandelier *
:eyebow: { Phew. Just as well this is a subdimension and none of this will matter once the universe restores itself. Of course, it is a little dispiriting to see how the characters of some people show through in a world without consequences.
* A pause now as a worrying thought crosses the noble Brow's fine mind *
:eyebow: :o { But all this assumes that The Eye of Truth is correct. What if...? No... Surely not?
* As the now shaken Eyebrow wrestles with the complexities of multidimensional realms, another visitor appears *
Quote from: Lord Elcorion on February 02, 2007, 09:26:27 PM
:lorde: --appears in a flash of teleportation magic, placeing a green egg shaped object the size of a small watermelon on the table. a small label marked "Emeraude" is attached to the egg shaped object, along with a note to keep the egg shaped object at a temperature between 78 and 90 degrees. lord elcorion then dissapears in another flash of teleportation magic, never saying a word, leaving only the mysterious egg shaped object to testify to his having been there.--
:eyebrow: { You... you left your egg! Your egg sir!
* Still intengible (well you can't be too careful in these uncertain times) he aproaches the object and peers at the note. *
:eyebrow: { '...between 78 and 90 degrees' eh? But is that Fahrenheit or Centigrade? FAHRENHEIT OR CENTIGRADE!?
* Regathering his composure and his position, he addresses the group *
:eyebrow: ^_^ { Right. I'm looking for a volunteer to handle this egg and tell me if it's hot or not...
*slowly removes himself from the couch and cushions*
What be this?!?!?! An egg?!?!?! Hmmm...I mayhaps it will make a good omelet! *runs over to TPE* Hehehe...I'll see if it's hot or not!! *grabs the egg...ignoring any burning sensations that mayhaps take effect* Hmmm....denver omelet...
Quote from: kkhohoho on February 06, 2007, 05:28:45 AM
Quote from: AquaSurfer on February 05, 2007, 09:58:55 PM
*sneaks inside headquarters*
hahaha!! i hope i get hired
*looks for job application*
*An elf suddenl appears out out of nowhere, right in front of AquaSurfer.*
Elf: Hello. My benefactor, Mr.Kkhohoho, would like to know your powers, and why you're sneaking around, and why you're using inproper grammer.
eh!? are u a leprechaun!!?
The nannytiger helpfully answers by letting out a loud roar, giving Aqua a nice view of her tonsils.
yeargh!?
*looks at nannytiger*
(thinks of something)
should i.....
a) run away
b) kick it
c) cry for help
d) do all of this at the same time
*runs away*
Help!!!
*forgets to kick*
The nannytiger jumps on Aquasurfer, pick him up by the neck, and deposits him back on the floor exactly where he was before. She then cocks her head and looks at him like he's a bad child.
Now where did that egg get off to.... hmmmmm
*sees aquasurfer being dominated by the Nannytiger*
Well now you know how it feels
*cries*
no!!!
don't hurt me!
*comes back to headquarters*
whoa!
whos this guy?
Now why would my nanny cat want to hurt you? I've just asked you to help you out. You seem a bit confused. Trying to run out the back door like. You might trip over one of Grendal's weapons.
*with tears still blurring konbiz's vision, he trips and impales himself on one of Grendal's weapons* :doh:
Quote from: catwhowalksbyhimself on February 06, 2007, 08:15:00 PM
Now why would my nanny cat want to hurt you? I've just asked you to help you out. You seem a bit confused. Trying to run out the back door like. You might trip over one of Grendal's weapons.
*looks at grendal's weapons*
gulp
*looks at a talking cat*
ahh! you a talkin cat!
*looks at konbiz*
whoa!
*looks back at the talkin cat*
i'm lookin for a job here :blink:
Well, talking cat, while I suppose would be somewhat correct, does trivialize the grandiosity of my existence.
I am actually the manifestation of catliness itself. I am the very nature of the cat in visible (although not whole real) form. I am not, strictly speaking, real, but I do exist. I see whatever cats see, and know whatever cats know, and thus transcend time, space and dimensions.
As for joining up, I could care less what you human types do. Phantom Eyebrow normally amuses himself by making those decisions, though.
Quote from: catwhowalksbyhimself on February 06, 2007, 09:17:57 PM
Well, talking cat, while I suppose would be somewhat correct, does trivialize the grandiosity of my existence.
I am actually the manifestation of catliness itself. I am the very nature of the cat in visible (although not whole real) form. I am not, strictly speaking, real, but I do exist. I see whatever cats see, and know whatever cats know, and thus transcend time, space and dimensions.
As for joining up, I could care less what you human types do. Phantom Eyebrow normally amuses himself by making those decisions, though.
huh? :wacko:
my brain hurts
:sword Huh... that's odd.
Shadeleaf: What is?
:sword I get the distinct sensation that catwhowalksbyhimself tried to explain himself, causing someone's brain to shatter.
Firewall: I've been there. Only thing to help recovery from brainshatter is a solid dose of Henson.
Lane: Do you, perchance, mean Jim Henson?
Firewall: Indeed I do. It's been proven. Muppets helps rebuild braincells.
:sword *under his breath* Punchout must be the exception to the rule.
Firewall: Heard that amigo. Now, let's find this dashing chap of yours.
Quotehuh? wacko
my brain hurts
That only further demonstrates the inferiority of your species.
trying to be wise eh?
i could outsmart u! ;)
I'm a cat, and a have the knowledge of every cat who every existed or ever will exist. Dream on, human.
Quote from: AquaSurfer on February 06, 2007, 09:52:10 PM
trying to be wise eh?
i could outsmart u! ;)
*The elf pops up again.*
Elf: Master Kkhohoho has decided to leave a robot here, containg a holographic image, which will display him currently. *Places the robot on the floor.*
:santa:...Is this thing on?...Anyways, if Cat was wise, he'd be saying prases like "Wax on, wax off." He's just
semiwise. I can only hope I don't get maimed for this...
:santa: By the way, just who is "u", hm?
who are u? then i'll introduce myself
Quote from: AquaSurfer on February 06, 2007, 10:00:07 PM
who are u? then i'll introduce myself
:santa: Please, go ahead. :)
*Konbiz suddenly disappears in a flash of lights and is replaced by a godlike being*
Mysterious deity: I AM U, GOD OF THE ALPHABET AND POOR GRAMMAR. THOSE WHO DO NOT FOLLOW THE 10 GRAMMAR COMMANDMENTS WILL SPEND THEIR AFTERLIFE IN ETERNAL DAMNATION.... PRINTING LISCENCE PLATES!
*As if the light is being sucked out of the room... U metamorphasizes back into Konbiz and he drops to the ground seemingly grasping an original copy of the Jackson 5 single 'ABC'*
*Flies in through close window, shattering it into little pieces*
H- Howdy, folks. I'm The Hitman. I shoot energy balst, and I know that I'm a fictiuonal character, like Ambush Bug or Deadpool. I'm just stoppin' by.
*Looks at Konbiz*
H- What's wrong with you, lunchbox? HEY! Sweet jams!
*Grabs the Jackson 5 8- track and begins searching for the player*
:eyebrow: :blink: { Well I'll be... but the place has become a mad-house altogether! ^_^ So many new arrivals and you will all surely enhance the skills and powers sets here at the Phantasmal etcs and so forth... IF you make the grade (And regardless of whether it's a real power or if it's all in your head, I don't want you talking to any of my clothes Konbiz... <_<)
:eyebrow: { Turning now to the matter of the egg, it appears that we just have to keep it a bit warm. I'll turn up the thermostat to heat up the living room so and hang the environmental consequences I say!
Allow me!
*sits on egg currently being carried away by Death's Jester*
Wow nice uniform there Phantom Eyebrow
*tries to tap into its emotions*
Uniform: The Phantom Eyebrow's Uniform is not home right now.... please leave a message after the beep.
Konbiz: It seems this will be one tough cookie to crack
wha?
:sword Firewall, are we any closer to TPB?
Firewall: Mebbe. Hey look is that santa claus mounted on that dragon?
:sword *ducks as the dragon swoops overhead* Must be hohoho. *over comm link. Dragon Air Flight 001, This is Hero Tower. You are clear for landing at runway 7.
Firewall: By my calculations, we have two channels to go until we reach TPB.
Quote from: Sword on February 08, 2007, 06:49:43 AM
:sword Firewall, are we any closer to TPB?
Firewall: Mebbe. Hey look is that santa claus mounted on that dragon?
:sword *ducks as the dragon swoops overhead* Must be hohoho. *over comm link. Dragon Air Flight 001, This is Hero Tower. You are clear for landing at runway 7.
Firewall: By my calculations, we have two channels to go until we reach TPB.
*Meanwhile, the Kkhohoho clone at the north pole continues operations. However, the
real Kkhohoho is still riding on a dragon, and hears Sword over his comm link.*
:santa: Sword?
*Flys around, notices Sword, and jumps off the dragon, and lands close to Sword.*
:santa: Hello, Sword. Seeing as how you left me, I had to make it here my own way. Gillgigan's island, commercials, man eating lions, a dragon...fun times. Seen TPB yet?
:sword We did see him momentarily on House. We have two channels to go. *looks up* No you can't keep the dragon when we go back.
Quote from: Sword on February 08, 2007, 06:32:15 PM
:sword We did see him momentarily on House. We have two channels to go. *looks up* No you can't keep the dragon when we go back.
:santa: All right. *Talks to Dragon." Sorry Dragon, but I'll have to leave you when I go back to reality, so I'll only be with you for at least 2 channels...Now don't look at me like that. When the special airs again, I'll tape it, and I'll see you often.
Dragon: RAAAAAHHHH!!! *What the dragon meant to say was "Thanks, Kkhohoho. Glad to know that someday, I'll be seen a
lot. :D" *
:santa: Glad you understand. But right now, you'll have to work with me, Sword, Shadeleaf, and...well, his name is Firewall, but I can't tell if he's the shape of a human, or if he's a pile of data that can be seen :huh:...
*looks at kkhohohohhooh*
man your tough
Quote from: AquaSurfer on February 08, 2007, 07:18:09 PM
*looks at kkhohohohhooh*
man your tough
*Meanwhile, the clone Kkhohoho speaks.*
:santa: Are you referring to me, or the genuine article?
:santa: :P
Quote from: kkhohoho on February 08, 2007, 08:27:21 PM
*Meanwhile, the clone Kkhohoho speaks.*
OOG: *sigh* kk, there is one "w" and no "e" in "clown."
:P
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest
Quote from: konbiz on February 07, 2007, 10:32:20 AM
Allow me!
*sits on egg currently being carried away by Death's Jester*
Wow nice uniform there Phantom Eyebrow
*tries to tap into its emotions*
Uniform: The Phantom Eyebrow's Uniform is not home right now.... please leave a message after the beep.
Konbiz: It seems this will be one tough cookie to crack
*slowly but surely DJ's muscles begin to give in to the weight of the egg adn the large rump of Konbiz* Everyone clear a section of the floor!!! I'm going ta go for a faceplant with all this bloody weight in my arms!!!!
*DJ teeters back and forth, trying to stay upright until a space is cleared for landing.*
-DJ
Nanny Tiger spins around, sweeping an area clear with he tail. Several sounds of things breaking and shattering are heard as various object are swept of displaced pieces of furniture. She then sits down and growls helpfully.
Quote from: catwhowalksbyhimself on February 09, 2007, 10:47:23 AM
Nanny Tiger spins around, sweeping an area clear with he tail. Several sounds of things breaking and shattering are heard as various object are swept of displaced pieces of furniture. She then sits down and growls helpfully.
Ach!!! Thank ye, Nanny Tiger. *DJ proceeds to fall in the cleared out section, the egg landing on his chest and Konbiz being thrown towards the window.*
*Konbiz flies out the window and falls to the ground, on the brink of death*
I sense the window is only half the window it used to be.
There is only one thing that can save me now...... TELEVISION
*konbiz flicks through the channels until he finds a rerun of ER*
Oh George Clooney... what a guy *swoons*
*Konbiz then picks up his universal remote and enters the television realm... the only place where someone could actually survive his injuries*
*looks for the remote*
i don't know whats on right now
eh!? who are u!?
*looks at pluto*
um i'm aquasurfer!
i haven't been hired yet but i will :thumbup:
what are yer powers?
i could make water, form water into a surfboard, water blade,adapted for underwater environment, enhanced strength and senses. Can also manipulate water by heating or freezing.
yes, that basically it :thumbup:
:sword One Channel to go. Prepare for whatever awaits us.
Firewall: Channel 1452, HSN. The bunburyist should be here,
Quote from: Sword on February 18, 2007, 06:10:59 AM
:sword One Channel to go. Prepare for whatever awaits us.
Firewall: Channel 1452, HSN. The bunburyist should be here,
:santa: Excuse me, but what does HSN stand for?
*falls asleep on the floor with the egg laying on top of him*
Quote from: Deaths Jester on February 20, 2007, 08:12:44 AM
*falls asleep on the floor with the egg laying on top of him*
:eyebrow: { Good to see that DJ has Operation Warm Egg under control.
Quote from: kkhohoho on February 18, 2007, 06:43:43 AM
:santa: Excuse me, but what does HSN stand for?
:eyebrow: { Why I do believe that is the Home Shopping Network, which is most fortuitous as I was just thinking that I needed a more scuff-resistant and shiney coating with which to paint my automobile.
*suddenly, an emergence of steam and very tiny droplets of rain come from the bathroom, as Spam emerges from it, holding a newspaper between his right arm, and about three or four rolls of toilet paper on his left arm*
:spam: "Sheeesh, that took a long time to get out. So, what've I missed? Anything unusual? If so, let me add to it."
*Spam then realizes his fly is down, and quickly zips it to where it should be*
*He then trips on a peice of toilet paper that was stuck to his boot*
*Toilet paper and newspaper peices fly around the room as Spam falls to the ground, flat on his back*
:spam: "Yep... Everything's normal now..."
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on February 21, 2007, 10:26:11 AM
Quote from: Deaths Jester on February 20, 2007, 08:12:44 AM
*falls asleep on the floor with the egg laying on top of him*
:eyebrow: { Good to see that DJ has Operation Warm Egg under control.
Quote from: kkhohoho on February 18, 2007, 06:43:43 AM
:santa: Excuse me, but what does HSN stand for?
:eyebrow: { Why I do believe that is the Home Shopping Network, which is most fortuitous as I was just thinking that I needed a more scuff-resistant and shiney coating with which to paint my automobile.
:santa:...Somehow, I can hear a far away voice..sounds like TPB's...he must be able to communicate into the TV...
TPB: Why Sword, how pleasant. You've come to set me free. And I was enjoying it so much.
:sword You'd best believe that's a red flag. *puts the naked blade against TPB's throat.*
Shadeleaf: Illusions Fall!
*TPB is revealed to be a cacodaemon.*
CD: I'll never talk. You're going to kill me anyway.
:sword Truth. However, if you talk. I will kill you quickly. If you don't, Lane will do it,verrry slowly. And don't try to worm your way out. You're an interdimensional demon. the geneva convetion doesn't apply.
CD: *looks at Lane, who, with a look of utter nonchalance, rolls up his sleeves to reveal muscles that would make Hulk Hogan jealous.* He doesn't look so tough.
Lane: *walks up to the cacodaemon holding a book on Queensborough's Rules of fighting fair. He turns the book towards the cacodaemon, and slams it shut on the creature's nose.* Fairness goes out the window when my master is at stake.
*Ten Minutes of cruelty to demons later...*
CD:I'll talk! He's being guarded by eight of my brothers behind that panel. * a wall panel opens up*
*Before the other heroes can make a move, Lane rushes in. Sword very casually kills the cacodaemon. Five minutes later, Lane emerges carrying TPB*
Lane: Mister Firewall, I believe we are ready to leave.
Firewall: Done and Done.
*The heroes find themselves in the living room at stately PALS manor, where DJ seems tohave become a nesting site for giant chickens.*
:sword Lane, kkhohoho, make sure TPB is well. I'll tend to matters here.
((shadowleaf would recognize the egg as an emerald dragon egg on sight))
OOG: Strewth! A fellow takes a brief hiatus to wade through a burial mound of graduate applications only to find the world has turned in his absence! 'Tis good to know we can still count on Sword to move a plotline along sharpish. ;)
IG: In the infirmary, Lane attends to his employer's needs around the clock. As he monitors The Phantom Bunburyist's vital signs on the sophisticated 21st-century equipment designed by Grendal, the dandy suddenly begins to stir.
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Welcome back, sir, to the land of the living and three-dimensional. Would sir be interested in breakfast, perchance?
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { Breakfast? What are you getting at...uh...my good man?
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Suspicious, Lane probes his employer* Sir, do you know who you are and who I am?
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) ^_^ { Of course, erm, Mr. *cough* *cough*: I am REALITY--also known as The Last Surviving Apprentice Idol to Complete the Nanny Race Swap While Trading Spaces--and you are my target audience.
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Very good, sir. *As these words pass Lane's lips, the dutiful valet plunges a syringe full of the most potent sedative into the Bunburyist's upper arm. The predictable effect upon the dandy's consciousness proves most immediate, and, in the absence of a nearby witness, Lane allows himself a moment's emotion.
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :o { Oh, my goodness!
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on February 21, 2007, 07:32:54 PM
OOG: Strewth! A fellow takes a brief hiatus to wade through a burial mound of graduate applications only to find the world has turned in his absence! 'Tis good to know we can still count on Sword to move a plotline along sharpish. ;)
IG: In the infirmary, Lane attends to his employer's needs around the clock. As he monitors The Phantom Bunburyist's vital signs on the sophisticated 21st-century equipment designed by Grendal, the dandy suddenly begins to stir.
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Welcome back, sir, to the land of the living and three-dimensional. Would sir be interested in breakfast, perchance?
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { Breakfast? What are you getting at...uh...my good man?
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Suspicious, Lane probes his employer* Sir, do you know who you are and who I am?
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) ^_^ { Of course, erm, Mr. *cough* *cough*: I am REALITY--also known as The Last Surviving Apprentice Idol to Complete the Nanny Race Swap While Trading Spaces--and you are my target audience.
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Very good, sir. *As these words pass Lane's lips, the dutiful valet plunges a syringe full of the most potent sedative into the Bunburyist's upper arm. The predictable effect upon the dandy's consciousness proves most immediate, and, in the absence of a nearby witness, Lane allows himself a moment's emotion.
(http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :o { Oh, my goodness!
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest
*After this moment of emotion, Lane hears a familar voice nearby.*
:santa: Sorry I'm late. I was busy playing on my-*Notices the unconsius TPB, well, mostly unconsious. He shouts the word
REALITY before fully passing out.* ...What the he** is going on in here?!...Lane, do you think that the effects of being trapped in the TV somehow affected TPB?
:spam: "Welp, since I guess nothing's going on, I may as well sit on the couch, and watch me some teeeeeevy."
Walking over to the couch, he see's DJ nearly being eaten by it, whilst a cat seems to be next to the remote. Spam reaches over, grabs the remote, and sits down next to DJ, for the cat seems to be glaring at him as if the remote is some sort of sacred artifact. All the less, Spam still holds the remote with some spunk, as he rests his thumb along the "Next Channel" button.
:spam: "This looks boring. Let's change the channel, shall we?"
FORIAMSPAM!
*Looks outside of PALS base*
*walks right in*
hey wats going here?
I was about to take a nap, but you have disturbed my slumber.
And with that, the cat turns his back toward Flamehead, points his tail into the air, and walks through the nearest wall, followed by the Nannytiger and the kitten.
Ah! a talking cat? :huh:
which means there might be a witch here..... :mellow:
A mystirious man, who notices that it's currently March 6th, notices that there hasn't been much activity lately. He walks into PALS mansion with no resistance...and no greeting either. Shortly after walking in, he aks a question. A question of epic proportions. A question that could change the very foundations of the universe itself. A question known as:
"Hello?"
*continues napping on the floor, the giant egg laying across his chest, suffocating him slowly but surely.*
the egg starts to twitch and rock a little, soft scratching sounds coming from inside
:spam: *looks over at DJ and that egg on his chest*
*wonders what may be inside it*
*stomach gurgles*
:spam: "Omlett time!"
*Spam crouchs down to a Solid Snake position, and sneaks over next to DJ*
*gets in position to take the egg*
FORIAMSPAM!
the top of the egg pops off and a shimmering emerald dragon head pokes out, looking spam in the eye.
Quote from: Lord Elcorion on March 08, 2007, 04:20:56 PM
the top of the egg pops off and a shimmering emerald dragon head pokes out, looking spam in the eye.
*Due to the odd rocking and cracking noises going on from the egg, DJ awakens from his nap.* "What the bloody 'ell is making all the damn racket!!!" *quickly he notices the new head sprouting from the egg* "Oh great...I so hope this little bastad doesn't imprint me as it's bloody mother!"
That would be Spam actually.
:sword Nice. a baby emerald dragon. Haven't seen one of these since my most recent trip to Barvaronia. *turns the egg to face himself* I'll call you Corrigan.
Quote from: Sword on March 09, 2007, 08:33:44 AM
That would be Spam actually.
:sword Nice. a baby emerald dragon. Haven't seen one of these since my most recent trip to Barvaronia. *turns the egg to face himself* I'll call you Corrigan.
:eyebrow: { Ah yes, very appropriate Sword. Big Joe Corrigan was one of the finest goalies to ever don a pair of gloves - I didn't know you were a fan though...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 09, 2007, 10:16:08 AM
Quote from: Sword on March 09, 2007, 08:33:44 AM
That would be Spam actually.
:sword Nice. a baby emerald dragon. Haven't seen one of these since my most recent trip to Barvaronia. *turns the egg to face himself* I'll call you Corrigan.
:eyebrow: { Ah yes, very appropriate Sword. Big Joe Corrigan was one of the finest goalies to ever don a pair of gloves - I didn't know you were a fan though...
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) Aye, Big Joe was always a good egg, eh what?
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest
:sword Not exactly the Corrigan I meant.
Corrigan: Squawk!
:sword Bunburyist you're awake. Come, and enjoy the company of this dragon.
:spam: "So, am I supposed to like, be with this little thing all the time? Hopefully it won't wake me up when I'm asleep..."
"I'm not watching this thing, right? Riiiiiiiight? DJ, help me out here..."
FORIAMSPAM!
Corrigan: curls up on Sword's head and procedes to take a nap.
:spam: *notices that obviously the cute baby dragon likes Sword more then he*
"One of these days dragon, one of these days you'll be glad I wanted to make an omlette out of you. Just you wait!"
*sits on DJ*
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Spam on March 10, 2007, 08:21:00 PM
*sits on DJ*
FORIAMSPAM!
*Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, the P.A. system begins blaring the following tune*
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me!
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you too! *SKREEETCH**The broadcast is suddenly interrupted by the sound of Lane's voice*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { This is hardly the type of musical entertainment becoming of a gentleman. Let us proceed with our exploration of the "Variations on a Theme by Paganini for Piano" by Johannes Brahms. You are listening to
Lane in the Evening on WFOP, New England's Top of the Fops Music.
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and You Know the Rest
:spam: "What the--"
*Spam suddenly falls off of DJ from the skreetch of the radio interruption*
:spam: "Fine... I'll just sit on this hard, cold floor of insecurity... And where is Lane, anyway? How did he suddenly become a radio DJ? To the radio station!"
*Spam gets off his butt, and runs to some part of the PALS castle that must have a radio station somewhere*
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Spam on March 11, 2007, 11:33:18 AM
:spam: "What the--"
*Spam suddenly falls off of DJ from the skreetch of the radio interruption*
:spam: "Fine... I'll just sit on this hard, cold floor of insecurity... And where is Lane, anyway? How did he suddenly become a radio DJ? To the radio station!"
*Spam gets off his butt, and runs to some part of the PALS castle that must have a radio station somewhere*
FORIAMSPAM!
*now able to exhale after being flattened by Spams mighty butt, DJ slowly but surely assumes an upright position on the floor...something only the most experienced drunk can do.* "Ach...Lane has taken up radio? I cannae beleive he left me out fo this...I mean, every radio station needs a drunken graveyard shift DJ!!"
-DJ
:sword That's true, DJ. But that job is usually held by men who are
only drunk during the graveyard shift.
Corrigan: Wakes up and starts
Zooming
around the base.
:sword Time to feed my dragon.
Quote from: Sword on March 13, 2007, 09:04:48 AM
:sword That's true, DJ. But that job is usually held by men who are only drunk during the graveyard shift.
Corrigan: Wakes up and starts Zooming
around the base.
:sword Time to feed my dragon.
"Ach....that's not true...ye just don't see them except for during the graveyard shift...there rest a de time they are drunk but their 'idden by the radio station...for some unknown reason...."
*checking the hallways back and forth, Spam finds that there isn't a radio station on the first level of the PALS mansion*
:spam: "Alrighty then, time to find this place. Let's get serious."
*Spam then digs out a pair of shades from his pocket, puts them on, trying to look cool while doing so, and goes to the elevator*
:spam: "To the basement! There may be a hidden radio station that has tons of awesome music."
FORIAMSPAM!
:eyebrow: { We have our own radio station? This is a fine turn up for the books! I might apply for a post as a radio broadcaster myself: a blend of well-chosen tunes and witty repartee would surely be a winner.
(If I can manage either that'd be just dandy).
:eyebrow: { At least Joe seems to have taken a shine to Sword. I do hope he does't spoil him though, perhaps a stint at a pet finishing school would be advisable?
*As Spam hunts tirelessly for the local radio station, The Phantom Bunburyist emerges from a doorway trimmed gaudily by neon lights--including a red, flashing sign that reads "ON AIR"--and plastered with numerous DayGlo(tm) marketing stickers featuring the letters "WFOP" whilst folding his silk handkerchief. He appears to be protesting loudly to a figure concealed within.*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { Come, now, Lane! What's the harm in the occasional humorous 20th century piece?
*Turning about in the basement hallway, TPB suddenly notices the Mighty Meaty Wonder searching for the radio station under a WFOP promotional leaflet lying on the linoleum tile.*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { Ah, Master Spam! There you are, lad. I was just looking for y--
*Of a sudden, a decidedly green individual bursts from the decidedly Green Room opposite the radio station and mischievously waggles his fingers at TPB and his spiced ham companion. He rhymes thusly:*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/Mentok.gif) :D { Dandy, candy, pandybat!
That mind this and this mind that!
MINDSWAP!!!
*Spam and the purple dandy tense visibily for a moment, and then their bodies go very limp. The strange green fellow immediately runs off, chuckling to himself and murmuring something incompletely audible about "victory." He is promptly maimed by a small flying creature that would resemble a young dragon if anyone still believed in such creatures. (If you believe in dragons, clap your hands! Clap your hands, boys and girls!)...
Recovering himself--or, if not himself, some composure--TPB examines his handkerchief with passionate interest, and then generously blows his nose into it. Slowly unfolding the handkerchief, TPB makes a fascinating discovery that he shares with his young friend.*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) ^_^ { Look! I made a duck! ... FORIAMSPAM!
ow_tiobe_sb
FORIAMSPAM!
*Spam, or should I say, ow_tiobe_sb, blinks his eyes in fascination at what had happened. Shocked by what just went on, tiobe, or should I say, spamobe, begins to shout*
Tiobe :o "Oh dear Shakespear's Moustache! It seems me and my meaty cohort here have switched bodies, no thanks to Mentok the Mindtaker. *starts twirling his finger around whilst ooohing in some strange, but humorous way*
Tiobe :unsure: "As if I wasn't sure about today's events already... First Lane disappears, then I lose some sort of gemerald which could be lost in the never ending abyss of DJ's burmuda triangle of a couch, now I'm stuck in his..."
*Looks over at Spam, whom is still fascinated with the handercheif*
Tiobe :blink: "Body... But what confuses me is he's stuck in my body, rather, the bunburyist's... But what happened to the Mindtaker... He didn't change bodies with anyone... Or did he...? But alas, I must focus on my current objective right now."
*Walks over to the radio station fiber glass, and starts banging on it, whilst yelling for Lane to come out and help*
ow_tiobe_sb, How Did This Happen to Me?
*corrigan lands on Sword's outstretched arm as the warrior strides too late into the radio station*
:sword Wonderful. It's always something with Mentok.
*tiobe, turns toward Sword with a bit of smirk on his face*
Tiobe ^_^ "Doth my eye deceive me, or is that Sword? Thanks the skies your here. Spam and I... Or should I say, Tiobe and me have switched bodies due to Harvey Birdman's judge, Mentok!"
:sword: "Tiobe... Or Spam... I already know. I watched Mentok run up the stairs when I was looking for you."
Tiobe :doh: "Oh... Well that saves me a few more minutes of talking. So, what shalt be our first plan of action, dear Sword?"
ow_tiobe_sb, Crawwwwling innn my skiiiin, these wouuunds they wiiill not heeaaaal...
:sword Well, I would suggest "bonk my bonk" a viking game where each man puts an iron pot on their head and dashes towards each other at full speed. This is no game for the fainthearted, but I think it will work.
*staggers down to the basement after his lowly compatriates*
"I say, did I 'ear someone say we were going ta play "bonk my bonk"? I love that bloody game!"
Tiobe :mellow: "Aw yes, the "Bonk my Bonk" game. The game, which was established in 1072, was found fun to watch when goats would clash their horns. The vikings got an idea of using their helmets to play the game that the goats were playing, and thus established a tradition so sought fun by the vikings. So answer me this, dear Sword, how would that really help our situation? Wouldn't that just give me *looks over at Spam*, and him *looks at his gloves that are on his hands* a headache instead of actually getting us back to our original bodies? And you sir DJ, do you just like to watch innocent blood shed, if we're actually going to participate in this clash of brutalness? *looks towards the radio station, once again* Lane! *taps on the glass, trying to get his attention*, I need a Tom Collins. Make that five of them, stat!"
*the music changes from 1930's jazz, to present time alternative metal*
Tiobe :o "I guess he refuses to get my Tom Collins..."
ow_tiobe_sb, :ffvstr: :ff: :spoiler:
:sword Indeed, it will give you a headache. Only superman could walk away without one. But I am operating under two assumptions:
#1) In certain cases involving superhumans, a bump on the head is enough to switch personalities.
barring that...
#2)If for some reason Mentok has deeply affected you, a headache may serve to weaken your mental barriers enough that another telepath can reverse the switch. But only if the headache is mutually administered.
Corrigan:Rawk!
*feeds the dragon some prime ribs*
:sword Mentor is on his way.It will take a while. So I suggest you attempt bonk my bonk first. Meanwhile, I will look into other means.
:eyebrow: { So it has come to this: The Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes have taken to smashing their heads off one another in order to solve a problem. Where is the subtlety? Where is the craft? I'm pretty sure that none of H.G Wells' or Jules Verne's characters ever resorted to such crude measures.
* Sighs the sigh of a man with a lot to sigh about (heavy hangs the brow...) *
*Flashback to a week or so ago in the city...*
Drug Dealer: Hey, Santa!
:santa: ...What did you just call me? :angry:
Drug Dealer:...Santa...
:santa:...No one calls me Santa and gets away with it! :evil:
*As Kkhohoho rushes to the frightened Drug Dealer, the dealer of things most cocaine makes a desperate attempt to save himself by throwing a strange pill into Kkhohoho's open, raging mouth. Kkhohoho instinctly swallows the pill which, due to sheer dumb luck, got into Kkhohoho's mouth. Kkhohoho then stops moving, and shortly slumps to the ground, and takes a nice long, forced nap...*
*Present*
*The police find Kkhohoho still on the ground. Seeing his PALS lisence, 5 guards pick up the Santa lookalike, and upon arriving at PALS's mansion, promptly drop him on the front doorstep, then go off to do whatever it is blue boys do.
Quote from: Sword on March 16, 2007, 06:14:29 PM
:sword Indeed, it will give you a headache. Only superman could walk away without one. But I am operating under two assumptions:
#1) In certain cases involving superhumans, a bump on the head is enough to switch personalities.
barring that...
#2)If for some reason Mentok has deeply affected you, a headache may serve to weaken your mental barriers enough that another telepath can reverse the switch. But only if the headache is mutually administered.
Corrigan:Rawk!
*feeds the dragon some prime ribs*
:sword Mentor is on his way.It will take a while. So I suggest you attempt bonk my bonk first. Meanwhile, I will look into other means.
Tiobe :P "Ah yes, how silly of me. Sorry to have ever doubted the ever knowing Sword. Now, come here chap... *looks for Spam* Well, I've seemed to have misplaced the origin of where my personality came from, namely, my body. It seems that he could be anywhere in the PALS mansion... Alright, just remain calm... We'll find him just like those scientists found a huge body of water under Asia. He will come out eventually. And one more thing Sword... What if I were to stay in Tiobe's body for too long? Would I... *gulps* Be Tiobe?"
ow_tiobe_sb,
ROCK ON! A True Gentleman.
:sword Awhile back, I took the liberty of implanting GPS in our costumes. *hands the one before him a locator* Use that to find your other half. Meanwhile, I'm headed out.
DJ: Ah man, He's got that "I'm gonna go kick some tailbone" face.
:sword No, this is my "I'm going to go reason with somebody face"
DJ: You don't have one of those.
:sword Fair enough. I'm going to go find Mentok.
Tiobe ^_^ "Very impressive, Sword. I shall use this device in which to regain the spammy half of "Bonk my Bonk!"
*Searches for Spam using the GPS system. The indicator is starting to beep faster and louder, getting closer to Spam, but now he lost the trail he was on. Starting up again, he goes around the basement, looking for him down there first. Alas, nothing, he must search the upstairs, as Spam must be up there.*
Tiobe :unsure: "This could take quite the while. Lane! *runs to the radio station, and starts banging on the flexi-glass again, trying to get Lane's attention* A Bacardi on la rocks, double time!"
ow_tiobe_sb, lalalalalalalalalalalala
Quote from: Sword on March 19, 2007, 03:15:58 PM
:sword Awhile back, I took the liberty of implanting GPS in our costumes. *hands the one before him a locator* Use that to find your other half. Meanwhile, I'm headed out.
DJ: Ah man, He's got that "I'm gonna go kick some tailbone" face.
:sword No, this is my "I'm going to go reason with somebody face"
DJ: You don't have one of those.
:sword Fair enough. I'm going to go find Mentok.
I daresay I might go with ye, Sword...mainly cause I feel a need to be violent for no true reason!
-DJ
:sword You certainly are better at unreasonable and reasonless violence. OK DJ, go to the garage and warm up the Hot Rod's engines. If we're going to be violent, we should be cool doing so.
Quote from: Sword on March 20, 2007, 09:07:34 AM
:sword You certainly are better at unreasonable and reasonless violence. OK DJ, go to the garage and warm up the Hot Rod's engines. If we're going to be violent, we should be cool doing so.
Damn straight!!!
*runs off to the garage*
:swordteleport: *arrives in garage where DJ has the car waiting*
:sword You drive, my putrescent pal. I'll track Mentok.
*leaps into shotgun, while the dragon assumes the position of hood ornament.*
Quote from: Sword on March 20, 2007, 12:51:17 PM
:swordteleport: *arrives in garage where DJ has the car waiting*
:sword You drive, my putrescent pal. I'll track Mentok.
*leaps into shotgun, while the dragon assumes the position of hood ornament.*
*crawls in the window, straps the window netting up and dons his helmet* "I 'ope ye buckled in and ready ta go fast, cause I only 'ave one speed that I drive at...FAST!" *at this, DJ shifts the car into high gear and slams his foot through the floor*
:sword *activates a magnetic clamp for Corrigan* Let's go find a green-skinned mindtaker.
DJ: As opposed to a blue-skinned one?
:sword Don't start that joke again.
*The car races past the front doorstep which for some reason has built up a concentration of snow ontop of something else.*
Corrigan:Rawk!
:sword Second Left up ahead, DJ.
Quote from: Sword on March 21, 2007, 12:48:47 PM
:sword *activates a magnetic clamp for Corrigan* Let's go find a green-skinned mindtaker.
DJ: As opposed to a blue-skinned one?
:sword Don't start that joke again.
*The car races past the front doorstep which for some reason has built up a concentration of snow ontop of something else.*
Corrigan:Rawk!
:sword Second Left up ahead, DJ.
Suddenly DJ starts talking like a Nascar race driver for no apparent reason. He qucikly grabs the nearest radio and starts spouting odd racing terms.
"Ten four, buddy. Next pit stop we gotta do something with the 'andling. She's plowing like a dump truck entering the turn, and coming out she's wicked loose. Crank some wedge in 'er and mess with those air pressures. And what the 'ell 'appened to my spotter? Did 'e go out for a 'ot dog or something?"
-DJ
*cuffs DJ upside the head*
:sword Mentok dead ahead. You get first dibs.
*abruptly jumps from the car's door, landing neatly on Sword's lap, and curls up to take a nap, apparently ignoring the frantic chase around him.*
Tiobe :( "If I do say, I can't find my meaty counterpart, in which to change back our bodies. And Sword is probably going to come back in the Bat-Mobile any moment, and Spam is nowhere to be found. Now let me think. If I were me (Which I am...), where would I be?"
*Looks like he's thinking deeply, taking his hat off to wipe sweat from his brow, then putting it back on. He then walks around to start his thinkative juices. Then, an idea pops in his head, and he knows exactly where to go*
Tiobe :doh: "I can't believe I didn't think of this before. Of course I... Err, he would be there. So, now I'm off. Lane! I'll be back for my drinks! Lane! Lane!! Darned assistants... They don't listen to you anymore... To Spam!"
ow_tiobe_sb, I'm not Myself, at least, I don't think, for I think, I am.... Not?
*ponders whether there's a spray bottle of catnip in the car to douse Mentok with*
*looks around*
:sword Drat. OK DJ, I have to keep a cat content. you go forth and pound the everloving green skin out of mentok.
Quote from: Sword on March 27, 2007, 04:08:49 AM
*ponders whether there's a spray bottle of catnip in the car to douse Mentok with*
*looks around*
:sword Drat. OK DJ, I have to keep a cat content. you go forth and pound the everloving green skin out of mentok.
*DJ pulls the hot rod to a quick stop and flings himself out of the window* "Alrighty, I'll pound that everloving bastad inata paste!!" *tossing all his racing gear to the side, DJ takes up a fighting stance* "'ave at ye...ye blasted green skinned fiend!!"
-DJ
*yawns, jumps onto the ground and stretches.*
Tiobe :D "A-HA! FOUND... Yooou..."
*Tiobe, opened the door to the bathroom in which Spam visits ever so much, hoping he's in there, but alas, nobody is*
Tiobe :mellow: "I, am in complete shock... But don't I... Err... Doesn't he always use this bathroom? Unless I am mistaken, he uses...*
*Walking along side all of the stalls, he stops at one particular one, and notices it has markings all over it, markings written with some sort of toothpaste, saying "FORIAMSPAM'SSTALL!".*
Tiobe :huh: "This one, right here."
*Knocking on the door, he hopes to here Spam say something. But no sound emmences from the door. Tiobe gets on his hands and knees and looks at that little opening below the door. He looks, and finds feet, exactly what he was looking for*
Tiobe :) "Exactamundo, I've found him. Alright, lad, come on out of this stall, or I'll sockittooya."
*Hearing no response, Tiobe decides to do the unfortunante non-gentleman thing to do, and bust the door open. There he finds Spam, sleeping on the toilet bowl, with toilet paper wrapped around him. Apparantly, there was some sort of struggle, and the toilet paper "choked" Spam to sleep. Tiobe drags Spam up, gets out his PALS communicator, and calls Sword*
Tiobe :D "I've caught a big one, good Sword, fellow. A very big one indeed, as I've found our Spammy friend, finally. Whenever you get Mentok, call me, I'll be here."
*Thus, Tiobe takes Spam back down to the radio station, and lays him on the floor, keeping his eye on him*
ow_tiobe_sb, *sigh of relief*
*DJ commences to pummel Martok with a rubber chicken*
"Take that ye foul-fiend!! This is what ye get for swapping Spammy's mind with Tiboe's!!! Now I can't understand a word he says...damnit!!! Ye shall pay!!"
*recieves the message and sits back to watch fantastic elastic fowl pummeling.*
*after about fifteen minutes,sword calls out to DJ.*
:sword Ok that's enough DJ. load Mentok in the trunk and we'll take him back.
Tiobe ^_^ *still waiting for Sword and DJ to arrive, he sits and stares at Lane, making gestures for getting a Tom Collins*
ow_tiobe_sb, FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Sword on March 30, 2007, 04:50:31 PM
*recieves the message and sits back to watch fantastic elastic fowl pummeling.*
*after about fifteen minutes,sword calls out to DJ.*
:sword Ok that's enough DJ. load Mentok in the trunk and we'll take him back.
"But...but...I was just getting ready to let loss on him!! FINE...I'll load him up but after this is done..I want him as a punching dummy!" *DJ throws Mentok over his shoulder and hefts him into the car's trunk*
"Alrighty....everyone ready to go back??"
:sword I'm sure that catwhowalksbyhimself can find his way back to the mansion.
DJ: Hey Corrigan, get offa da hood and go keep Mentok company.
Corrigan: Certainly! *flies into the trunk and gets up in mentok's face.* *says many words each accompanied by the moan of mentok.*
DJ: Whazzee saying?
:sword *listens* He's tell mentok what the burning point of each part of his body is.
DJ: Oh yeah, he's your dragon, all right.
:sword Drive! We have a mindswap to undo.
Quote from: Sword on April 04, 2007, 10:46:39 AM
:sword I'm sure that catwhowalksbyhimself can find his way back to the mansion.
DJ: Hey Corrigan, get offa da hood and go keep Mentok company.
Corrigan: Certainly! *flies into the trunk and gets up in mentok's face.* *says many words each accompanied by the moan of mentok.*
DJ: Whazzee saying?
:sword *listens* He's tell mentok what the burning point of each part of his body is.
DJ: Oh yeah, he's your dragon, all right.
:sword Drive! We have a mindswap to undo.
*As the duo nears PALS's mansion, our favorite evil Santa copy awakes from his slumber on the front doorstep.*
:santa:.............Ohhhhh.................5 more minutes mommy........... *Takes his cup of coffee from his sack of "goodies" and drinks it up.* ..........Da** Crack dealers. <_< Anyway, I think it's time I head home. *Turns around, notices he already is home, shrugs his shoulders, and goes on in. Passes out on the sofa.*
Quote from: kkhohoho on April 04, 2007, 05:37:35 PM
Quote from: Sword on April 04, 2007, 10:46:39 AM
:sword I'm sure that catwhowalksbyhimself can find his way back to the mansion.
DJ: Hey Corrigan, get offa da hood and go keep Mentok company.
Corrigan: Certainly! *flies into the trunk and gets up in mentok's face.* *says many words each accompanied by the moan of mentok.*
DJ: Whazzee saying?
:sword *listens* He's tell mentok what the burning point of each part of his body is.
DJ: Oh yeah, he's your dragon, all right.
:sword Drive! We have a mindswap to undo.
*As the duo nears PALS's mansion, our favorite evil Santa copy awakes from his slumber on the front doorstep.*
:santa:.............Ohhhhh.................5 more minutes mommy........... *Takes his cup of coffee from his sack of "goodies" and drinks it up.* ..........Da** Crack dealers. <_< Anyway, I think it's time I head home. *Turns around, notices he already is home, shrugs his shoulders, and goes on in. Passes out on the sofa.*
*quickly the duo of Sword and DJ return from their daring adventure, blaring a blaze of fire behind their Hot Rod -mainly due to the fact DJ is a two-footed driver - with the evil Mentok in the trunk. With a screech of the brakes, the DJ pulls the Hot Rod up to the PALS mansion door and jumps out the cars window.*
"Hope ye don't need me anymore, Sword, cause me sofa senses says some one is squating on me sofa! And ye know how much I 'ate it when someone else squats on me sofa!!!!!"
-DJ
:sword I think I have this one covered DJ
*drags the mindtaker from the trunk.*
:sword Did you enjoy my dragon's company?
Mentok: Get him away. I didn't need to know that my spleen...
:sword You performed a mindswap, Mentok. And unless you reverse it, I'll let the dragon test those boiling points.
Mentok: Yes, I will. Lead the way!
*leads Mentok to the radio station*
:sword One mindtaker as promised.
Tiobe :D "Most excellent, dear Sword. It seems like you outdue yourself everytime a mission so encounters our castle's doorstep. Now, good Mindtaker sir, if I do believe you've mixed up me *points at Spam, still lying on the floor in a puddle of his own drool*, and him *points to himself and smiles*. Even though this experience has been quite exciting, I would like to have my own body back, and I'm sure he would like his. Now, if that made sense, do us all a favor, and switch us back, good sir. And might I say, if you just switch somebody else's mind instead of the original two, may I say that this cane shall go were no astronaut has gone before. Now then... *stands in postition for getting his original brain back*
ow_tiobe_sb, Back in Black
*Mentok at first seems unsure, until Corrigan lands on his shoulder.*
Corrigan: 245 degrees, Mentok. remember what part of the body that is?
Mentok then utters the infamous words and a bright flash fills the area.
*the mindswap is undone, but Mentok and Sword are nowhere to be found.*
Upstairs... Mentok wakes up, chained to the ceiling by his toenail.He seems to be tied up thricely, and a whole mess of blunt instruments and rubber chickens lie by his feet.
:sword I always make good on my promises. DJ can use you a punching dummy until he gets bored.
Mentok: NO! I will take your mind and escape.
:sword You're welcome to try. But I've fought the Pendragon. Comparatively, your mental powers are weak.
Mentok attempts to enter Sword's mind and is confronted by a landscape that looks like the David Bowie Labyrinth as created by M.C. Escher.
:sword's consciousness: Welcome to my mind. When are you leaving?
Images of Corrigan begin floating around Mentok.
Corrigan: 235 degrees 220. 245. 250.
Mentok: AAAAAAH! *immediately disengages to find he's still tied up and Sword is nowhere to be found.*
The room suddenly seems to turn dark, although there wasn't much light to begin with. The darkness shudders, then gathers itself into the shape of a large and alien cat with glowing red eyes. The shadowy cat extends a not-quite real claw up the ceiling and cuts Mentok down.
A strong feeling that he ought to follow it comes to Menok as a shudder down his spine. Menok, finding the creature non-existent in as far has his mental powers are concerned, goes with the creature and disappears.
Meanwhile, still beside the road, the catwhowalksbyhimself turns around. His eyes glow red, and his tale billows out into shadow. . .
*Meanwhile, in London, a familiar face picks up the phone and calls an old friend*
:prem: I hope TPE picks up the phone...it's been such a long time and he must know what I found out in London about...
*a shadow appears behind him and prem places the phone down.*
:prem: ...Well...maybe a mental message would be better?
:ph34r: That would be most acceptable. :twisted:
:spam: *Waking up from his "sleep", he stands up on his feet, but unfortunately, falls flat on his back, slipping in the puddle of pool he made. Getting up once again, he takes a few steps but trips on his cape. After getting up a third time, Spam shakes his head, turns left, and rams straight into a wall, not knowing it was there. After trying to get up a fourth time, Spam gets on his feet, and just stands there, not wanting to risk something bad that might happen if he were to take a step. Standing comfortably, Spam begins to daydream.*
:spam: "Hmmm... Cheese."
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 06, 2007, 09:37:00 PM
*Meanwhile, in London, a familiar face picks up the phone and calls an old friend*
:prem: I hope TPE picks up the phone...it's been such a long time and he must know what I found out in London about...
*a shadow appears behind him and prem places the phone down.*
:prem: ...Well...maybe a mental message would be better?
:ph34r: That would be most acceptable. :twisted:
* The Phantom Eyebrow's quiet enjoyment of a good book is suddenly disturbed. He nearly spits the brandy out with the shock of it. A grim palour spreads across the phantasmal features as the blood that is not there would be drained from his face if it was. *
:eyebrow: { Er... I have to go out now... to, er, do some... er...
:eyebrow: { Right, back in a bit then!
* Exit the Eyebrow *
A familiar feline shape pops out of the wall.
aH YESSS, SSSPAM. i HAVE NEED OF YOU, THE FATE OF ALL TRUE CATSSS HANGSS IN THE BALLANSSS. fOLLOW ME.
The catwhowalksbyhimself pops back into the wall, two quickly for spam to notice the red eyes and shadowy halo around him.
:spam: *Thinking that was catwhowalksbyhimself, Spam trys to walk through the wall by himself. To his attempt, he just bangs his head agaisnt it. So, Spam punches the wall, and follows the cat in a path of some sort of destruction, not thinking about its red eyes and strange halo above its head.*
:spam: "Hmmm, I wonder why that cat sounded strange? catwhowalkbyhimself doesn't sound that way. Maybe he's going through pub-"
Spam, getting cut off by a radio announcement saying that Tom Collins are now half-price at DJ's bar.
:spam: "Ooooooohhh. Never had those before..." *thinks about stopping his rampageous wall-destroying to follow the kitty, for a tom collins*
FORIAMSPAM!
The cat pops back through the wall.
yOU IDIOTIC HUMAN! wALK THROUGHT THIS WALL! iT WILL TAKE YOU TO OUR DESTINATION! oH NEVERMIND, i'LL TAKE YOU THERE DIRECTLY!
Spam sinks through the floor and appears in a dark room filled with ominous large cats made of shadow and with glowing red eyes. Along with them is Mentok learning at him.
jUST HOLD STILL LITTLE ONE, WHILE OUR ALLY mENTOK TURNS YOU INTO OUR SLAVE! i AM NO LONGER A WEAK CAT! THE SHADOWS HAVE TURNED ME INTO ONE OF THEM AND THEY WILL NO LONGER BE EXILED FROM CAT KIND FOR THEIR JUST AMBITIONS.
ALL HUMANITY SHALL FALL INTO SHADOW AND THE COWARDLY FELINE SHALL SCREAM IN HORROR AS WE SHOW THEM WHAT A TRUE CAT IS MADE OF!
:spam: "Heeeey!"
Spam takes out what seems to be a plain water sprayer, and sprays the cat with water, right on the nose.
:spam: "Bad kitty. Talking Earth's bowing down to all feline kind, and all that. And you interrupted my Tom Collins, cute wittle kitty. So, I must do one thing, and one thing only. Put up yer dukes, yon kitty, before I twist your head off like a corkscrew remover screwer... thingy."
Spam puts up his dukes, ready to fight them all off, but just gets brain zapped by Mentok.
:spam: "Ooooooooohhhh.......... Preeeeetttyyy, shiiiinnnyyyyy, PPPPPPSSSSSS3333333.......... This Mountain Dew tastes funny... Can I have a cat stuffed in my mouth, please?"
*falls on the floor after losing his personality, becoming some sort of rabid slave to the cats*
FORIAMSPAM!
:sword *is currently in Helsinki, seeing to the disposition of a former rival.*
:sword Petrov, it should have been blatantly obvious that you couldn't drink an undead warlord under the table.
Gilded Rose:He was cheating.
:sword Come on. Time for the Sunset Sobering.
Gilded Rose: Which one is that? I know I should remember...
:sword It's the one where you're superglued to the side of a skyscraper until you sober up.
Gilded Rose:You have the weirdest methods...
:sword It's only taken you six years to figure that out?
Gilded Rose: Being drunk out of your mind makes you state the obvious.
*The Gilded Rose's phone rings*
:sword You have reached the Gilded Rose. Unfortunately,he's out of his mind at this moment. Please leave a message and he'll get back to you at the first available moment of clarity *listens* It's someone named Gretchen. Do you want to talk to her?
Rose: Not even when I'm sober.
:sword *hangs up* Ok, let's go. *takes a whiff* What did you drink anyway?
Rose:*points to three empty bottles of jack daniels and a half empty bottle of Everclear*
:swordteleport Never again *superglues his rival to the Chrysler Building* I'll be back with the solvent in seven hours. If you need to stay warm...
Rose *takes a golden rose from his belt and transforms it into a fleece jacket* I'm good. Hey,did you know that Leviathan was sighted off the coast of Indiana?
:sword Indiana doesn't have a coast. Might you mean India?
Rose: *gives thumbs up and promptly falls into a drunken stupor*
:swordteleport Sleep well Petrov.
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm1.gif) hello heroes i would like to join yer team dudes.
OOC: Fine, but this is a role playing game and our characters are in several different places, so where are you and how did you arrive? You've got to make sure we know exactly what your character is doing.
Quote from: Spam on April 07, 2007, 09:24:34 AM
:spam: *Thinking that was catwhowalksbyhimself, Spam trys to walk through the wall by himself. To his attempt, he just bangs his head agaisnt it. So, Spam punches the wall, and follows the cat in a path of some sort of destruction, not thinking about its red eyes and strange halo above its head.*
:spam: "Hmmm, I wonder why that cat sounded strange? catwhowalkbyhimself doesn't sound that way. Maybe he's going through pub-"
Spam, getting cut off by a radio announcement saying that Tom Collins are now half-price at DJ's bar.
:spam: "Ooooooohhh. Never had those before..." *thinks about stopping his rampageous wall-destroying to follow the kitty, for a tom collins*
FORIAMSPAM!
*Overhearing the radio announcement that Tom Collins are half-priced at his own bar, DJ beats feet to what is now considered his bar...even though he didn't know he had one.* "WHAT THE 'ELL?!?!?!?! Half-Priced Tom Collins?!?!?! At a bar I own...but didn't ever knwo I owned?!?!?! Something is definetly wrong 'ere!!!!"
-DJ
*Meanwhile, an evil Santa counterfeit who appears to be completly real but is not awakens from his slumber on the sofa...*
santa: ...Ahhhhhhh...This time I got a good rest! :thumbup: ...I sense that something unrealistic which appears to be real has been here...I am able to sense this due to me also not being real while appearing to be real...I sense that I am spouting internal monolog...outloud. I'd better stop that. In times like these, there's only one place to go.
*Later, at a familar pawnshop...*
:ffan Cursed papers! Always flying around the place!
*At that moment, a rather fat figure opens the pawnshop door.*
:santa: Yo! Gyspy of the...*notices something odd* flying papers...
:ffan Ignore them. Let's get to buisness. Haven't you learned your lesson after that little incident with the TV?
:santa: This isn't about that TV. I suspect foul play! *A duck is then seen running down the counter with a football.* ...Besides that.
:ffan I'm a gyspy. Things like that happen often around this place.
:santa:...Riiiiiiight...Back to buisness. I sense something like me has been around PALS's mansion, and I don't get a good vibe from this invisible residue like I get from guys like catwhowalks. The feeling was familar though...
:ffan Hmm...I suspect that an unrealistic aquatience of yours has been possesed by dark powers. I cannot say who it is though.
:santa: Um...can I be possesed too? :(
:ffan I don't think so. I could be wrong, but you derive from the rightous laugh of Santa Claus, and to top it off, you're already evil.
:santa: True. :twisted:
:ffan There is a slim possibility though that you could be possesed or influenced by this power, but even if it were so, your Santa Clauseness as well as your evil vibe would make it very difficult to do so. I suggest being on the alert, and always keeping an eye open. Takes this unrealistic cross. It may be of service. *The realistic yet not so realistic cross is taken by the Santafake.* Now, for the payment...
:santa: Ah, yes. "Pulls a rather strange creature out of his sack, as well as a gun.* Look! *Shoots the gun at the beast, who does not die.* An undead monkey! :D
:ffan That will suffice. Be on your way.
:santa: Thank you very much. :D
:spam: *awaits his kittiesh fate*
FORIAMSPAM!
*Meanwhile, back in London, Prem has left his newish base of operations and sits contently at an airport. There's a slight buzzing in the background and London is busy with crazy tourists.*
:prem: I hope TPE got my message. It's been awhile since I've even attempted long ranged telepathy.
*Prem shifts slightly in his seat*
:prem: I just hope I'm not getting him into something totally insane and crazy.
*prem slightly reminisces about the past events that happened that almost resulted in the world being destroyed and finally stands up and stairs out a nearby window*
:prem: it feels like I've been here all day. I was expecting some type of message by now. *sigh*
....
:prem: Maybe I should try calling him again.
*prem picks up his phone and proceeds to call the PALS base again*
Meanwhile, the shadowy cats and the now evil catwhowalksbyhimself finally reveal part of their evil sceme.
wE HAVE PERFECTED THE GREATEST TOOL OF HYPNOTYSM EVER KNOWN TO MAN. nO HUMAN SHALL BE ABLE TO RESIST, AND WE WILL BE FREE TO GET OUR REVENGE ON ALL CATS WHO CAST THE SHADOW OUT OF THE SPIRIT OF CATLINESS.
iT WILL BE YOUR JOB TO TAKE THE FIRST ONE TO THE p.a.l.s. BASE, THEN YOU WILL TAKE MORE OF THEM THROUGHOUT THE CITY, THEN THE WORLD. nO ONE SHALL ESCAPE.
The room lights come on in the room behind him, revealing hundreds of very evil-looking Dance Dance revolution machines.
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 10, 2007, 09:11:09 PM
*Meanwhile, back in London, Prem has left his newish base of operations and sits contently at an airport. There's a slight buzzing in the background and London is busy with crazy tourists.*
:prem: I hope TPE got my message. It's been awhile since I've even attempted long ranged telepathy.
*Prem shifts slightly in his seat*
:prem: I just hope I'm not getting him into something totally insane and crazy.
*prem slightly reminisces about the past events that happened that almost resulted in the world being destroyed and finally stands up and stairs out a nearby window*
:prem: it feels like I've been here all day. I was expecting some type of message by now. *sigh*
....
:prem: Maybe I should try calling him again.
*prem picks up his phone and proceeds to call the PALS base again*
* Prem may not have noticed this, but the Eyebrow has indeed received his last message and even now is winging his way to London Airport *
:eyebrow: <_<
* Or at least he will be once he clears check-in *
*raijin opens the entrance to the pals head quarters*
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm3.gif) i wonder if theres anyone here?
*looks around to see*
Quote from: Raijin on April 11, 2007, 08:06:19 PM
*raijin opens the entrance to the pals head quarters*
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm3.gif) i wonder if theres anyone here?
*looks around to see*
*An evil copy of a holiday celebrity jumps out of the corner with a rather strange cross in his hand.*
:santa: BACK! BACK YOU EVIL FEI-.................You're not unrealistic. :huh:.......
Now I remember! We got a recruitment application a few days back. We've been looking for hired help after Souper Ian and Captain Pluto left, and we're not sure what some of the other guys are doing. So -this is all standard procedure- what's your name and what are your powers?
Awakening from his once again, droolish nightmare of a sleep, Spam sits up, rubbing his head after the cats left. He stands on his feet, and rather properly, puts a few quarters in the dark and spooky looking DDR machine, and selects a song performed by Cradle of Filth, remixed of course. Never looking so cool in his life, he decides to stop playing the game, and head back to PALS mansion, not going to tell anyone anything, since he doesn't even know what happened. Not unless, if it was some crazy dream that he thought of, and instead would be telling them the dream, and not reality, Spam's mind is apparantly going insane. And he just woke up, too. But there is one thing that can't get out of Spam's mind, no matter how hard he doesn't think about it, he just can't stop thinking about it. He can't stop thinking about cats. It's like he can't get over those furry little things. Their so furry, adorable, and cuddly, and their his master.
:spam: "Yes... I must... Serve. My... Masters. Yes, serve. Furry kitties. Only serve them. My body is for kitties, and kitties only. Yes. Must... Destroy... PALS... Must think... Of... Kitties... Yes. Puuuurrrrr."
FORIAMKITTY!
Quote from: Spam on April 12, 2007, 01:42:34 PM
Awakening from his once again, droolish nightmare of a sleep, Spam sits up, rubbing his head after the cats left. He stands on his feet, and rather properly, puts a few quarters in the dark and spooky looking DDR machine, and selects a song performed by Cradle of Filth, remixed of course. Never looking so cool in his life, he decides to stop playing the game, and head back to PALS mansion, not going to tell anyone anything, since he doesn't even know what happened. Not unless, if it was some crazy dream that he thought of, and instead would be telling them the dream, and not reality, Spam's mind is apparantly going insane. And he just woke up, too. But there is one thing that can't get out of Spam's mind, no matter how hard he doesn't think about it, he just can't stop thinking about it. He can't stop thinking about cats. It's like he can't get over those furry little things. Their so furry, adorable, and cuddly, and their his master.
:spam: "Yes... I must... Serve. My... Masters. Yes, serve. Furry kitties. Only serve them. My body is for kitties, and kitties only. Yes. Must... Destroy... PALS... Must think... Of... Kitties... Yes. Puuuurrrrr."
FORIAMKITTY!
*A fat being of red cloth hears the PALS mansion door open, and rushes to it.*
:santa: Ah, Spam. Good timing. I was just about to finish up an intereregation with a Rajin fellow. Want to help?
:spam: Kiiiiitttiiiiiieeeeessss...
*The unrealistic cross held by that who is unreal and evil starts shining brightly.*
:santa: ...Spam, I think it's been a long time since you took a bath. *Rushes Spam into the tub, then hurries over to the phone, and begins crunching in numbers.*
:santa: 666-EXO-RCI-STS...
Quote from: kkhohoho on April 11, 2007, 09:03:59 PM
Quote from: Raijin on April 11, 2007, 08:06:19 PM
*raijin opens the entrance to the pals head quarters*
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm3.gif) i wonder if theres anyone here?
*looks around to see*
*An evil copy of a holiday celebrity jumps out of the corner with a rather strange cross in his hand.*
:santa: BACK! BACK YOU EVIL FEI-.................You're not unrealistic. :huh:.......Now I remember! We got a recruitment application a few days back. We've been looking for hired help after Souper Ian and Captain Pluto left, and we're not sure what some of the other guys are doing. So -this is all standard procedure- what's your name and what are your powers?
*looks at the "fake" santa*
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm1.gif) well you see my name is Raijin.
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm3.gif)My powers are thunder/electric.
i can maintain my electric powers but my thunder is uncontrollerble.
i can fly too
*Meanwhile back at an airport in London...*
:prem: No answer? What, is everyone out of the base or something? GAH!
*prem slams the phone on the reciever and heads back to his seat. He briefly closes his eyes as he mentally begins to scan the area for TPE*
:prem: In the past...
*began a somewhat impatient prem*
:prem: ...heroes would be where they were needed like *snap*. Times sure have changed.
*Unknown to prem, a dark shadow begins to swirl and form into a figureless caped being*
:ph34r: I suspect our visitor is on his way, correct?
:prem: I guess....If you were so worried about it, you could have easily called him.
:ph34r: But that would ruin the surprise. :twisted:
:prem: I'm sure whatever surprise you had planned will be ruined anyway. :rolleyes:
*mean while back at the base*
eh so am i in or what?
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm2.gif) silent treatment eh?
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/raijinsm3.gif) thats cool i can wait
Spam, being pushed in the tub, should not have been left alone, whilst bathing temporarily. Spam gets up on his feet, takes the nearby shampoo on which Kkhohoho left for Spam to use, and throws it out the bathroom door, all agressive like. Stepping out of the tub now, Spam walks out the bathroom, spotting the nearest PAL to try and kill, which so happens to be the newbie. As Kkhohoho is trying to talk to somebody on the EXORCIST hotline, Spam, unbeknowest to Raijin, sneaks behind him with some sort of butter knife which was used to make a PB&J of sorts.
:spam: *thinking to himself* "Puuuurfect. Now he'll be dead and sticky. All for my kitty masters, yes, yes the precious kitties must rule, so must Mentok. Now to perform my devilish deed for my precious kitty masters. Only for them, noone else. Must... Kill for kitties. Uuuuuugggghhhh."
FORIAMSPAM!
The cat's voice booms in Spams head.
yOU IDIOT! yOUR ORDERS WERE TO PLACE ONE OF OUR SPECIAL DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION MACHINES IN THE PALS HEADQUARTERS. tHAT IS ALL. mENTOK, WIPE HIS MEMORY AND RELEASE HIM, HE'S TOO STUPID TO BE OF ANY USE TO US.
Spam returns to normal, but with no memory of his abduction and mind control.
* At long last, the Phantom Eyebrow arrives at Heathrow *
:eyebrow: { I presume there'll be someone here waiting for me. I don't like to make a fuss but sometimes a spot of ceremony is befitting a man of my standing.
* Peruses the Arrivals area in confidence expectation of finding a limo driver with a big sign marked 'Eyebrow' *
Quote from: catwhowalksbyhimself on April 15, 2007, 11:52:23 AM
The cat's voice booms in Spams head.
yOU IDIOT! yOUR ORDERS WERE TO PLACE ONE OF OUR SPECIAL DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION MACHINES IN THE PALS HEADQUARTERS. tHAT IS ALL. mENTOK, WIPE HIS MEMORY AND RELEASE HIM, HE'S TOO STUPID TO BE OF ANY USE TO US.
Spam returns to normal, but with no memory of his abduction and mind control.
* A man who has run out of titles for himself notices Spam saying something along the lines of "Where am I?".*
:santa: Sorry Mr.Exorcist, but the problem's solved itself. *Hangs up the phone rather rudely.* Spam, are you all right? I think you are because my fake cross stopped glowing, but I could be wrong. *Notices a rather noticible bumb on Spam's arm.* Very, very wrong...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on April 15, 2007, 01:31:03 PM
* At long last, the Phantom Eyebrow arrives at Heathrow *
:eyebrow: { I presume there'll be someone here waiting for me. I don't like to make a fuss but sometimes a spot of ceremony is befitting a man of my standing.
* Peruses the Arrivals area in confidence expectation of finding a limo driver with a big sign marked 'Eyebrow' *
*Meanwhile, back in the London airport...Prem and the mysterious figure speak mysteriously about a mysterious guest they are suppose to be mysteriously meeting who is hereby known as the mysterious TPE because of his mysteriousness.*
:prem: Ok, you should probably go. I sense that tpe is nearby.
:ph34r: Perfect! Do not let me down...he must meet the master.
:prem: I don't understand why this is so important. I invited him for a reason...and if this ends up getting him in some type of trouble...I won't be held responsible for what I may do to you.
:ph34r: ...
*the figureless figure disappears in a dark cloud accompanied with a slight "BLIP"*
:prem: ...interesting.
*moments later, Prem steps out from behind the shadows and covers TPE's...eyebrows? If TPE didn't know any better...and if he weren't out in the open, he may have suspected the ever so darkening presence of a shadow manipulator known only as
Previsionary.
:prem: Well, it's nice of you to come. Guess who's alive.
:spam: "Dude, Kkhohoho, I have no idea now... First I was mindtaken from my own mind, because I was actually switched with Mr. Tiobe... Then all I remember is black stuff, and kitty fur, and some weird radio station downstairs... So seriously, I have no idea what's going on any more... But hopefully, all that's weird will go away now... At least away from me. :huh: "
*continues his search for this supposed Bar that he currently owns, but has yet found nothing resembling such a monstrosity.*
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 16, 2007, 09:02:15 AM
:prem: Well, it's nice of you to come. Guess who's alive.
:eyebrow: { There's no need for me to
guess Premo, for I sense the ever so darkening presence of a shadow manipulator that can only be
Previsionary!! [OOG - Raijin, apologies for the lack of response. Unfortunately we've been scattered to the four winds by various storylines at the moment so the base is relatively empty for now.
:spam: *finally notices Raijin*
:spam: "Holy snot-suck! How long have you been there? Anyways, Sword or one of those other people normally do this, but I guess that Sword was on some building, and TPE is MIA in the PAL with all of his eyebrowness, so I suppose that leaves me. So, you say that you can control lightning and fly, correct? Well, let me ask you this one question, and I'll validate if you can join or not. But you'll more then likely join, as, well, everyone always does. So anyways, on to the pointless question."
*looks at a clipboard and puts on some reading glasses*
:spam: "If you were in the city in disguise not being noticed by people, and a giagantic Godzilla like creature were to burst from a building and attack the city, what would you do? Stay maintained in your smugish disguise, or tear it off, and rescue the city and receive glorious praise from the fair citizens? Now is the time to choose."
*presses some button on the nearby wall that starts the Jeopardy tune*
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on April 17, 2007, 08:40:12 AM
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 16, 2007, 09:02:15 AM
:prem: Well, it's nice of you to come. Guess who's alive.
:eyebrow: { There's no need for me to guess Premo, for I sense the ever so darkening presence of a shadow manipulator that can only be Previsionary!!
*prem steps back and stares at TPE...astonished*
:prem: Previsionary? You brought him to London?
*prem closes his eyes and thinks*
:prem: Why would you do that? You know what happens when we're together!?
*prem projects an image of prem and prev fighting and each about to kill each other*
:prem: And when did you guys become so buddy buddy?
*prem reaches into his satchel and produces a small letter and shoves it quickly into TPE's hands*
:prem: jokes aside, I called you here for a specific reason. The note I just placed in your hand is from someone I've only heard of and never seen. Inside said note...you will find a picture of a man known only as...The Phantom Noselip, leader of the phantasmals. You must come with me to meet him. I thought you were the only phantom of your kind on Earth...so knowing there might be another...
*Prem thinks a moment and decides that whatever he could say might come out bad*
:prem: Well, you were the guy to call. If you want to meet him...we kinda have to travel into an active volcano located in Paris. I would've asked you to meet me there but...things have been crazy ever since Previsionary was last there...that and I couldn't risk being found there after I was framed. But yeah, it should only take like...5 minutes to port there. You CAN teleport that far, right?
:spam: *makes a very loud and annoying beep from his mouth as to indicate that the time for Raijin to answer is up*
:spam: "Okay, that took longer then I thought... So, what would be your answer?"
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 17, 2007, 03:50:29 PM
:prem: jokes aside, I called you here for a specific reason. The note I just placed in your hand is from someone I've only heard of and never seen. Inside said note...you will find a picture of a man known only as...The Phantom Noselip, leader of the phantasmals. You must come with me to meet him. I thought you were the only phantom of your kind on Earth...so knowing there might be another...
:eyebrow: :angry: { The Phantom NOSELIP!? Undoubtedly this... IMPOSTER... is trying to gain some credibility for himself by ripping off my act! I would soon meet this noselip and give him a good brow-beating!
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 17, 2007, 03:50:29 PM
:prem: Well, you were the guy to call. If you want to meet him...we kinda have to travel into an active volcano located in Paris. I would've asked you to meet me there but...things have been crazy ever since Previsionary was last there...that and I couldn't risk being found there after I was framed. But yeah, it should only take like...5 minutes to port there. You CAN teleport that far, right?
:eybrow: { Erm... I can teleport about 1 block at a time and it does take a bit of energy to do so. Teleporting from London to Paris would take a large number of jumps and, well, we ARE at an airport...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on April 17, 2007, 08:40:12 AM
Quote from: Premonitioner on April 16, 2007, 09:02:15 AM
:prem: Well, it's nice of you to come. Guess who's alive.
:eyebrow: { There's no need for me to guess Premo, for I sense the ever so darkening presence of a shadow manipulator that can only be Previsionary!!
[OOG - Raijin, apologies for the lack of response. Unfortunately we've been scattered to the four winds by various storylines at the moment so the base is relatively empty for now.
ok then
*arrives in a teleport stream, with an angry cybernetic ferret attached to his shoulder blade.*
:sword I hate fighting the Gigarat. Lane, if you're around I've got yet another cybernetic rodent to add to our collection.
*senses ozone* Well... judging from the fact that booze is all still intact, It's not thor. There must be another lightning user here *see Raijin*
:sword Ah there you are. Welcome to PALS headquarters. We have a simple four part questionnaire for oyu to fill out.
*hands Raijin the paper with the following four questions:
1)Are you now, or were you at any time, evil?
2) If you answered yes to the first question, how long has it been since you've committed an evil act?
3) Do you have any objection to working with the laugh of Santa Claus and the undead?
4) Can you withstand great periods of inactivity, and possibly being shunted into an alternate world for months on end?
:sword Answer truthfully now. The paper is magically treated to burst into flames if you lie.
*noticing Sword's entry, hopes he doesn't have to do anything anymore*
:spam: "Sword, my good buddy! How are you?" *whispers*
:spam: "Look, this guy has been giving me the silent treatment for ages now. I even gave him the jeopordy button, but still nothing! But your here now, so you can take care of everything, I hope..."
:spam: "Good luck, Mr. Raijin sir."
FORIAMSPAM!
*pawns off the robotic rodent on Spam*
*gives up on looking for this supposed bar of his and "oozes" his way back to where Sword and Spammy are standing, noticing the odd new lighting 'ero standing before them."
*whispers to his team mates* "Who the 'ell be this flashy tosspot standing 'ere? I mean, doesn't he know that that much electricity will probably short out Lane's radio station?!?"
-DJ
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on April 29, 2007, 03:58:32 AM
:eyebrow: :angry: { The Phantom NOSELIP!? Undoubtedly this... IMPOSTER... is trying to gain some credibility for himself by ripping off my act! I would soon meet this noselip and give him a good brow-beating!
:prem: Yes, I know it's a shock. It shocked me too...that's why I called you.
Quote from: TPE:eybrow: { Erm... I can teleport about 1 block at a time and it does take a bit of energy to do so. Teleporting from London to Paris would take a large number of jumps and, well, we ARE at an airport...
:prem: :unsure: I figured your teleporting powers were much more powerful than that. I mean...you seemed so powerful back when Omegus was a threat. No worries...I can take care of this.
*prem takes out a golden colored amulet with a scarab printed on the front. He places the amulet around TPE's neck and then places another one around his own.*
:prem: As you remember, I was a practicing mage before I disappeared. I kinda stopped focusing on spells and went back to my mental powers + gagdets...but I should be efficient enough to pull off a simple teleport spell to Paris. Of course you trust me, right?
*prem awaits TPE's answer and then begins to speak*
:prem:
E cissuh draa, ur bufan uv mekrd yht tynghacc, aspat sa fedr dra bufan du dnyhcbuca so bucedeuh uh drec Ayndr. E cissuh draa...caht ic du Bynec yd dra cbaat uv mekrd! *prem and TPE are engulfed in colorful lights of energy as they are instantly transported to a volcano in the center of Paris. The smell of lava is plentiful and TPE may notice some odd things roaming about...like a 20ft hell dog*
:prem: Don't freak out, ok? It's been tamed since that giant battle took place. Think of it as...France's personal body guard of some sort. Shall we go?
*tries girly-slapping the robotic thing off his shoulder*
*gets slapped back*
:spam: "I see you brought me a present, Sword..."
*runs away, still with the robotic rodent holding on to his shoulder*
:spam: "Oh yeah? You want some of this hot stuff?"
*runs outside, in which he begins to fly, hoping he can fly it off*
:spam: "How do you like that wi-"
*has his ear bitten by mechanical little teeth*
:spam: "WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP, AND FALL LIKE YOUR SUPPOSED TO!?"
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Spam on May 01, 2007, 06:45:44 PM
*tries girly-slapping the robotic thing off his shoulder*
*gets slapped back*
:spam: "I see you brought me a present, Sword..."
*runs away, still with the robotic rodent holding on to his shoulder*
:spam: "Oh yeah? You want some of this hot stuff?"
*runs outside, in which he begins to fly, hoping he can fly it off*
:spam: "How do you like that wi-"
*has his ear bitten by mechanical little teeth*
:spam: "WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP, AND FALL LIKE YOUR SUPPOSED TO!?"
FORIAMSPAM!
*After having a nice nap on the padio, the evil Santa-clone awakes from his slumber, and sees Spam fighting off a metallic rodent.*
:santa: I guess I should help out Spam. *Runs inside, grabs DJ's arm, runs back outside while hearing words of not-so-niceness being said, and throws the bone at the roboferret. It hits Spam right in the noggon, and bounces off of the manly meat. The ferret sees the bone, and proceeds to chase after it.* Well Spam, felling better? :)
:spam: "Yes, now that mechanical ferrets aren't biting my ear, and elbows aren't bouncing off my face, I feel much better. I thank you for your assistance..."
*kicks the ferret whilst its chasing DJ's already dead arm*
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: kkhohoho on May 02, 2007, 04:26:39 PM
Quote from: Spam on May 01, 2007, 06:45:44 PM
*tries girly-slapping the robotic thing off his shoulder*
*gets slapped back*
:spam: "I see you brought me a present, Sword..."
*runs away, still with the robotic rodent holding on to his shoulder*
:spam: "Oh yeah? You want some of this hot stuff?"
*runs outside, in which he begins to fly, hoping he can fly it off*
:spam: "How do you like that wi-"
*has his ear bitten by mechanical little teeth*
:spam: "WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP, AND FALL LIKE YOUR SUPPOSED TO!?"
FORIAMSPAM!
*After having a nice nap on the padio, the evil Santa-clone awakes from his slumber, and sees Spam fighting off a metallic rodent.*
:santa: I guess I should help out Spam. *Runs inside, grabs DJ's arm, runs back outside while hearing words of not-so-niceness being said, and throws the bone at the roboferret. It hits Spam right in the noggon, and bounces off of the manly meat. The ferret sees the bone, and proceeds to chase after it.* Well Spam, felling better? :)
Wha' the?!?!?! Me arm!!! Why the blood 'ell do ye blokes always 'ave to do something to me when I ain't looking?!?!?! I mean, come now..this is bloody annoying! And KKHAHAHA ye better watch ye butt cause I'm gonna pay ye back for that...somehow...some day...somewhere...with a plunger!!
*wander over and takes his arm back...knocking the cyber ferret back towards Spam in the process*
Now to go find some glue and reattach this extremity...*wanders off cursing under his breath*
Quote from: Premonitioner on May 01, 2007, 06:08:42 PM
:prem: Don't freak out, ok? It's been tamed since that giant battle took place. Think of it as...France's personal body guard of some sort. Shall we go?
:eyebrow: { Um yes... let's do that. We should really put some distance between ourselves and... this place.
* The Phantom Eyebrow pauses a moment to consider the magnitude of what may lie ahead - all thoughts of a nice holiday in Paris replaced now by fears of being rent limb from limb or potentially even a worse fate at the hands of some eldrich abomination *
:eyebrow: { Perhaps I should give the base a call eh? Let them know where I am...
Outside the base, a mysterious figure in green and black has appeared, oozing of vowelish might. Yes, the Verdant Vowel has arrived! Remembering his one, brief, and confusing adventure with the PALS, despite its having been deleted along with all the other older posts, he has come to offer assistance in any battles, missions, or other dire happenings the PALS may currently be involved with. Or at least bum a free meal.
*a teleport stream opens behind the Verdant Vowel and several CacoDaemons emerge. Sword emerges last, and proceeds to lead the daemons in a version of thriller*
:sword Hello vowel. I'll be with you as soon as I dispatch these guys.
*performs a teleport slide behind each of the daemons, depositing a specially designed teleport tag on each*
:sword *hands the vowel a satellite device* You get to pick where these daemons go. May I suggest Venus?
A "But... Venus is an unbelievably hot, sulferous world of perpetual gloom! Wouldn't the daemons be... a little too comfortable there?"
*returns to the foray, his arm now reattached with a large amount of duct tape, with a bottle of vodka*
"Alrighty...so let's see 'ere...what to do? What...to...do???"
-DJ
* At this point the sound of the PhantomPhone echoes through the halls of the PALS mansion. The Phantom Eyebrow's message is put through to the message minder *
:eyebrow: { Hello? Hello... anyone there? Pick up the phone won't you? Look, I find myself in Paris right now on a mission and, well, I don't mind admitting to you that things could turn hairy. I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle but perhaps it would be good experience for some of you to get some in the field practice with the Eyebrow.
* A brief pause in the message as the Phantom shovels more coins into the phone *
:eyebrow: { Meet me on the Champs Elysees. You'll know me, I'll be wearing a white carnation...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on May 11, 2007, 04:47:32 PM
* At this point the sound of the PhantomPhone echoes through the halls of the PALS mansion. The Phantom Eyebrow's message is put through to the message minder *
:eyebrow: { Hello? Hello... anyone there? Pick up the phone won't you? Look, I find myself in Paris right now on a mission and, well, I don't mind admitting to you that things could turn hairy. I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle but perhaps it would be good experience for some of you to get some in the field practice with the Eyebrow.
* A brief pause in the message as the Phantom shovels more coins into the phone *
:eyebrow: { Meet me on the Champs Elysees. You'll know me, I'll be wearing a white carnation...
*Prem waits patiently as TPE hurriedly talks into the phone. A brief smile appears upon his face as he remembers a time when he didn't have telepathy and at one time, he too had to shovel coins into a pay phone.*
:prem: Are you about done? I don't mean to rush but...
*prem points up to a reddening sky*
:prem: That's usually a bad sign...and this secret phantom cult could be sacrificing someone. Maybe you have some type of phantom sensing ability or a phantom eye that you can use to like...make a connection?
*prem ponders a bit*
:prem: Or maybe I've been around Beyonder too long.
The Vowel, not really knowing what he's doing, sends the deamons to some unknown place.
A "Of course, they could not long stand against my vowelish might- oh, and you helped, too, Sword."
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on May 11, 2007, 04:47:32 PM
* At this point the sound of the PhantomPhone echoes through the halls of the PALS mansion. The Phantom Eyebrow's message is put through to the message minder *
:eyebrow: { Hello? Hello... anyone there? Pick up the phone won't you? Look, I find myself in Paris right now on a mission and, well, I don't mind admitting to you that things could turn hairy. I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle but perhaps it would be good experience for some of you to get some in the field practice with the Eyebrow.
*DJ looks about trying to find where the voice of TPE is coming from*
TPE?!?! Where are ye?? I hear ye but I can't see ye??
Quote
* A brief pause in the message as the Phantom shovels more coins into the phone *
:eyebrow: { Meet me on the Champs Elysees. You'll know me, I'll be wearing a white carnation...
Okay...so to find TPE I've gotta get to Champs Elysees...now how to do that? I mean, I've got no transportation or any teleportation units or such...how am I supposed to help? *With this DJ downs the bottle of vodka and throws it against the nearest unmoving object*
*sword and the verdant vowel enter the PALS Mansion, hang up their extra cloaks and sit down in front of the television.*
:sword While I check the messages Vowel, perhaps you should reacquaint yourself with Death's Jester."
*checks the messages and gets the one from TPE*
:sword A White Carnation? That's TPE code for "Trouble beyond mortal comprehension" *rushes back into the living room* DJ get the gang together. Vowel, we're needed in Paris. As soon as all available PALS members show up, we'll take the Hyper Vector to Paris.
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on May 11, 2007, 04:47:32 PM
* At this point the sound of the PhantomPhone echoes through the halls of the PALS mansion. The Phantom Eyebrow's message is put through to the message minder *
:eyebrow: { Hello? Hello... anyone there? Pick up the phone won't you? Look, I find myself in Paris right now on a mission and, well, I don't mind admitting to you that things could turn hairy. I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle but perhaps it would be good experience for some of you to get some in the field practice with the Eyebrow.
* A brief pause in the message as the Phantom shovels more coins into the phone *
:eyebrow: { Meet me on the Champs Elysees. You'll know me, I'll be wearing a white carnation...
*The message interupts Kkhohoho from his duties of kicking around the ol' cyberferret.*
:santa: "Bloody #&!!..." *Kkhohoho takes off to the living room, laugh's at DJ's taped arm, and sees the Verdant Vowel. Kkhohoho reconsiders going on the obvious coming rescue mission. A while back, there was some pretty..."interesting"...stuff happening involving mutiple dimensions, which may have caused tension...of the angry kind, between the two. Still, Kkhohoho knows that he must rescue TPB, or else, he won't get his paycheck, which he has been waiting for for quite some time."
A The Phantom Eyebrow- in danger? We must hurry, my not-so-vowelish friends! Uh, could I get something to eat first?
Quote from: Premonitioner on May 11, 2007, 05:11:52 PM
:prem: That's usually a bad sign...and this secret phantom cult could be sacrificing someone. Maybe you have some type of phantom sensing ability or a phantom eye that you can use to like...make a connection?
*prem ponders a bit*
:prem: Or maybe I've been around Beyonder too long.
:eyebrow: { I do have some level of scrying ability through the Eye of Truth you know Prem. It might allow me to try and sense what this moustachioed imposter is up to. Give us an edge that sort of thing might.
:eyebrow: { And with the full might of the
Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes assembled here, we will surely both triumph and prevail!
:spam: *after losing the robotic rodent somewhere in North Africa, Spam finally settles back down on DJ's couch*
:spam: "So, what are we doing again?" *picks nose*
FORIAMSPAM!
:sword We are getting aboard the PALS Hyper Vector Jet and flying to Paris. *to the Vowel* Meal Service is provided.
:spam: "Meal Service! What an outrage! How dare they serve meal service!"
...
:spam: "So, does it also have an in-flight movie, or am I stuck with good food?"
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Sword on May 15, 2007, 02:21:11 PM
:sword We are getting aboard the PALS Hyper Vector Jet and flying to Paris. *to the Vowel* Meal Service is provided.
*utterly amazed at how fast the others have shown up, while also slightly ticked at Kkhohoho's laughter and Spammy's continous disregard to squatting on DJ couch, DJ stands in the middle of the room, unable to move about much.* "Ummm....I hope I don't 'ave to fly this thing...I mean, come on...who wants a drunken pilot? And whent he 'ell did we get a jet? And why the 'ell is Spam STILL sitting on MY COUCH!!!"
*proceeds to jump Spam and throttle him with his Spammy goodness.* "OFF....MY...COUCH!!!!"
*while being throttled by DJ,*
...
*wait, throttled? what does that mean? anyways, since Spam is getting "throttled," Spam burps in DJ's face, quite accidentally, since he was in fact getting THROTTLED*
:spam: "Gah... Throttled!"
FORIAMSPAM!
* Meanwhile, at the Arc de Triomphe *
:eyebrow: { Hold fast Prem, the PALS will soon be here. The Eye of Truth is speaking to me...
* A furrowing of the brow as the Phantom receives a message of the happenings on board the Hyper Vector Jet (although the message does not explain how this Antediluvian organisation has managed to aquire such space age technology...) *
:eyebrow: :huh: { I'm not sure how he's doing it, but I understand DJ and Spam are somehow optimising the jet's power by regulating the supply of fuel to the Hyper Vector engine. I didn't know they were technically minded...
*prem turns from the window and faces TPE...a grim expression covers his face*
:prem: I don't think we have much time to wait for the Pals brigade, sir. The sky is blood red and it looks like a meteor is about to hit us! It's aiming right for the volcano...not to mention that the hell dogs are getting a little crazy.
*prem implants an image of a Helldog barking at the sky in TPE's mind*
:prem: Do your friends have any experience with this type of thing? Because I think a bunch of fire imps just emerged out of the ground on the streets of Paris...
...
:prem: I'm sorry for getting you into this, but honestly, I had no idea that a phantom could do such things to keep a secret from being discovered.
*nearby*
:ph34r: Yessss, let's see how that so called Phantom handles this predicament.
Quote from: Spam on May 16, 2007, 12:35:24 PM
*while being throttled by DJ,*
...
*wait, throttled? what does that mean? anyways, since Spam is getting "throttled," Spam burps in DJ's face, quite accidentally, since he was in fact getting THROTTLED*
:spam: "Gah... Throttled!"
FORIAMSPAM!
*DJ recoils in pain* "Ach....Spam gas!!! Burning...my...eye...can't....concentrate....loosing....alcohol levels!!!"
*with this DJ transforms into a pink shirted version of Richard Simmons*
"Alright, let's work those arms and burn that fat!"
Quote from: Deaths Jester on May 18, 2007, 08:13:31 AM
Quote from: Spam on May 16, 2007, 12:35:24 PM
*while being throttled by DJ,*
...
*wait, throttled? what does that mean? anyways, since Spam is getting "throttled," Spam burps in DJ's face, quite accidentally, since he was in fact getting THROTTLED*
:spam: "Gah... Throttled!"
FORIAMSPAM!
*DJ recoils in pain* "Ach....Spam gas!!! Burning...my...eye...can't....concentrate....loosing....alcohol levels!!!"
*with this DJ transforms into a pink shirted version of Richard Simmons*
"Alright, let's work those arms and burn that fat!"
:santa: MY EYES!!! THEY BLEEEEEED!!!
A Hmm... Coming here may have been a mistake...
:spam: :o "Oh my gosh... What have I done?!? WHY DOES THIS WORLD HAVE TO BE SO DESPERATE AND ALONE!??"
:spam: "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHYUYYYYYYYYOOOOOOooooonnnnnooooo...."
*runs off to use the plane's restrooms*
FORIAMSPAM!
* Faced with the myriad illusion projected into his brain by the devious Prem, the Eyebrow reacts with his customary cool panic. *
:eyebrow: :o { Eeeep!
* Flinching bravely, he hits the immediate surroundings with a bulk telekinetic lift attack using his Raised Eyebrows and then assumes his Spectral Aspect *
:eyebrow: { Do your worst hell hounds, in this form I am quite unhurtable! :cool:
:eyebrow: { We'd better get moving Prem, this quest won't resolve itself. I know we said we'd meet the PALS here, but I've activated the Phantom Finder so they can follow us. They're a good bunch but I fear for them if they have to spend too long without my stabilising influence.
:sword Oh for Spam's Sake... hold open DJ's mouth while I pour in the vodka.
*pours in vodka as the plane lands*
:sword *looks out through the cockpit glass* Wow, Paris is certainly different. Looks like Morgoth's family reunion around here.
A Great O! Can it be that our heroic assemblage has, in fact, at long last, arrived at our fateful destination?*
*Translation: Are we there yet?
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on May 19, 2007, 02:41:21 AM
* Faced with the myriad illusion projected into his brain by the devious Prem, the Eyebrow reacts with his customary cool panic. *
:eyebrow: :o { Eeeep!
* Flinching bravely, he hits the immediate surroundings with a bulk telekinetic lift attack using his Raised Eyebrows and then assumes his Spectral Aspect *
:eyebrow: { Do your worst hell hounds, in this form I am quite unhurtable! :cool:
:eyebrow: { We'd better get moving Prem, this quest won't resolve itself. I know we said we'd meet the PALS here, but I've activated the Phantom Finder so they can follow us. They're a good bunch but I fear for them if they have to spend too long without my stabilising influence.
:prem: TPE! Don't fear the hellhounds, they're the protectors of Paris these days.
*prem covers himself in a teke shield and flies out a nearby window.*
OT: If need be, I also covered tpe in a shield and gave him limited flying abilities via teke*
:prem: I hope your little attack didn't upset the dogs too much...and I really hope the fire imps can't shoot fire or we're gonna have a bumpy trip.
*prem thinks a moment and smiles*
:prem: I also hope your friends didn't bring canned meat to this place...otherwise Paris will stink...really...really...bad.
*prem smiles and points ahead hoping tpe can see their destination*
:prem: The secret society of the phantasmals is just inside the opening of that volcano...hopefully we won't die.
*meanwhile, outside the Pal's plane*
:ph34r: What is this strange contraption? That sneaky little phantom brought help?! Well...I'll just...
*an exploding cake is left outside the plane's door as the phantom disappears*
Quote from: Premonitioner on May 19, 2007, 08:43:27 PM
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on May 19, 2007, 02:41:21 AM
* Faced with the myriad illusion projected into his brain by the devious Prem, the Eyebrow reacts with his customary cool panic. *
:eyebrow: :o { Eeeep!
* Flinching bravely, he hits the immediate surroundings with a bulk telekinetic lift attack using his Raised Eyebrows and then assumes his Spectral Aspect *
:eyebrow: { Do your worst hell hounds, in this form I am quite unhurtable! :cool:
:eyebrow: { We'd better get moving Prem, this quest won't resolve itself. I know we said we'd meet the PALS here, but I've activated the Phantom Finder so they can follow us. They're a good bunch but I fear for them if they have to spend too long without my stabilising influence.
:prem: TPE! Don't fear the hellhounds, they're the protectors of Paris these days.
*prem covers himself in a teke shield and flies out a nearby window.*
OT: If need be, I also covered tpe in a shield and gave him limited flying abilities via teke*
:prem: I hope your little attack didn't upset the dogs too much...and I really hope the fire imps can't shoot fire or we're gonna have a bumpy trip.
*prem thinks a moment and smiles*
:prem: I also hope your friends didn't bring canned meat to this place...otherwise Paris will stink...really...really...bad.
*prem smiles and points ahead hoping tpe can see their destination*
:prem: The secret society of the phantasmals is just inside the opening of that volcano...hopefully we won't die.
*meanwhile, outside the Pal's plane*
:ph34r: What is this strange contraption? That sneaky little phantom brought help?! Well...I'll just...
*an exploding cake is left outside the plane's door as the phantom disappears*
*After the plane finally touches down, our favorite Santafakemanifestcounterfeitdoppleganger walks outside the plane. After breathing a (for him) unnecesarry but refreshing breath of fresh air, he notices something lying on the ground.*
:santa: A cake? Looks tasty. :P *Santa Clone takes the cake off the ground, and promptly eats it. A few seconds later, Kkhohoho feels strange...*
:santa: Is there a draft? ...GOOD GOD! There's a hole in my stomach! I need someone to laugh! ...Naw, the Joker would just shoot me..
:spam: "CAKEWHEREHOW!? Oh wait... Kkhohoho already ate it... :( "
*puts hand through Kkhohoho's now new hole, then pulls it out. then he keeps on repeating on what he was doing in some annoying manner*
Quote from: Premonitioner on May 19, 2007, 08:43:27 PM
:prem: The secret society of the phantasmals is just inside the opening of that volcano...hopefully we won't die.
:eyebrow: { Yes, well I can only echo your sentiments there Prem. What were they thinking anyway, building their base inside a volcano? I know it's one of the classics and it certainly carries an air of panache about it but cripes those things can go off any minute (probably at a suitable plot point if I know my volcanoes). I just hope the rest of them can catch us up before things get too much. Er, that is to say, I don't want to hog all the glory of vanquishing this nascent gathering of evil-doers - better for morale if they can feel useful to eh?
* An almost steely look courses the Eyebrow's face now as he utters the following *
:eyebrow: :angry: { ...but regardless of the rest of them, The Phantom Noselip is mine! The (very) existence of this being is an affront to the celestial face of the cosmos!
:sword All off. Let DJ slowly recover. Computer, adminster vodka treatments every ten minutes. Vowel, Spam, what's left of kkhohoho, let's follow the Eyebrow's signal.
A Let me make sure I understand the plan, Sword. I'm supposed to accompany you, some mutated canned meat, and an evil laugh I seem to recall having been a villain last time I associated with this group, while we follow a signal left by spectral facial hair....
(Thinks for a moment)
A Any excellent plan, my darkly-garbed friend! Onward!
:spam: "Yes, let's go!"
*trips on a french crescent*
FORIAMSPAM!
:santa: Uh, yeah, yeah. Let's go...
:santa: Maby if I stole a TV showing a sitcom...
:spam: "Alright, I'm gonna do it this time. Let's go!"
*trips on some french toast*
:spam: "HOW... JUST... STUPID........ PARIIIIIIIIS!!!!"
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Sword on May 20, 2007, 12:56:32 PM
:sword All off. Let DJ slowly recover. Computer, adminster vodka treatments every ten minutes. Vowel, Spam, what's left of kkhohoho, let's follow the Eyebrow's signal.
*slowly DJ begins to revert back to his normal self, though ocassinaly a bit of Richard Simons appears as the vodka drip slowly continues*
"Work..it..out!!! Ach!! Bloody 'ell, what the ...move those gluts! Give me me bloody alcohol and get off my...burn that fat..."
:sword Alright,keep a close watch. Assume Tactical Diamond formation.Spam you take the front, I'll take left, hohoho on right and Vowel can take up the rear.
*activates the tracker and hands it to Spam.*
:sword Lead the way meatshield.
* By use of textbook heal-dragging techniques, the Eyebrow impedes the progress of himself and Prem, the better to allow the more... what's the word?... boisterous elements to catch up and act as... as Sword just put it... meatshields for their glorious leader *
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on May 23, 2007, 10:26:05 AM
* By use of textbook heal-dragging techniques, the Eyebrow impedes the progress of himself and Prem, the better to allow the more... what's the word?... boisterous elements to catch up and act as... as Sword just put it... meatshields for their glorious leader *
*Prem notices tpe's plan and stops firmly on the rim of the volcano opening*
:prem: Fine, we'll wait here. You sure picked a fine time to use your patented technicks, sir.
*prem floats over the opening and notices a small shadow move*
:prem: We can't wait here too long. I sense trouble...and hey---
*prem points towards a moving red and green dot*
:prem: Ain't he your friend? He's walking right towards an imp...or is that french toast?
:spam: "Okay, so I just follow the little TPE-look-alike-blinking-light thingy on this watch? If so... Then we're going the wrong way."
*turns around, and follows the direction of the watch, most more then likely not paying attention to his surroundings, and will probably fall pray to the mighty pebble that will make him fall on the ground, flat on his face. Or maybe even a fire-hydrant in the knee, or a stop sign in the face, or a mud-doggy-dog-pie on his shoe*
:spam: "And you know I don't like being called meatshield, Mr. Bossy... sword... dude!"
*continues to follow the light*
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Spam on May 23, 2007, 11:36:30 AM
:spam: "Okay, so I just follow the little TPE-look-alike-blinking-light thingy on this watch? If so... Then we're going the wrong way."
*turns around, and follows the direction of the watch, most more then likely not paying attention to his surroundings, and will probably fall pray to the mighty pebble that will make him fall on the ground, flat on his face. Or maybe even a fire-hydrant in the knee, or a stop sign in the face, or a mud-doggy-dog-pie on his shoe*
:spam: "And you know I don't like being called meatshield, Mr. Bossy... sword... dude!"
*continues to follow the light*
FORIAMSPAM!
A (whispering to Spam)
"Um... you do realize that watch is upside down, right?"
Quote from: Alaric on May 23, 2007, 11:47:15 AM
Quote from: Spam on May 23, 2007, 11:36:30 AM
:spam: "Okay, so I just follow the little TPE-look-alike-blinking-light thingy on this watch? If so... Then we're going the wrong way."
*turns around, and follows the direction of the watch, most more then likely not paying attention to his surroundings, and will probably fall pray to the mighty pebble that will make him fall on the ground, flat on his face. Or maybe even a fire-hydrant in the knee, or a stop sign in the face, or a mud-doggy-dog-pie on his shoe*
:spam: "And you know I don't like being called meatshield, Mr. Bossy... sword... dude!"
*continues to follow the light*
FORIAMSPAM!
A (whispering to Spam) "Um... you do realize that watch is upside down, right?"
:spam: "Oh... So we WERE going the right way! Okay, simple mistake, its not like we're wasting minutes by the... minute."
*turns watch right side up, and turns around again, hoping everyone will still follow him, and hoping he won't trip on a iguana*
FORIAMSPAM!
A "Psst! Watch out for that iguana!"
Quote from: Alaric on May 23, 2007, 12:01:28 PM
A "Psst! Watch out for that iguana!"
:spam: *scoffs, rolls eyes, blah blah blah* "How could an iguana be all the way out here in P-" *trips on the iguana*
:spam: "Okay... I'll just be following this watchy-thingy now, okay? No more iguanas... I hope..."
FORIAMSPAM!
*picks up the iguana and flings it back to the plane*
:sword Eyebrow ahead. And some gremlins, hellbeasts and cacodaemons. *under breath* If this is Paris, I'd hate to see what happened to Versailles. *normal volume* Eyebrow! Good to see you! What seems to be the issue?
Quote from: Sword on June 12, 2007, 10:36:32 AM
*picks up the iguana and flings it back to the plane*
:sword Eyebrow ahead. And some gremlins, hellbeasts and cacodaemons. *under breath* If this is Paris, I'd hate to see what happened to Versailles. *normal volume* Eyebrow! Good to see you! What seems to be the issue?
:eyebrow: { Well great crikes Sword, things are a pretty pickle. Terrible evil is afoot... and I, the Eyebrow, am hot on its tail. This could be the gravest threat to ever face the PALS. I think you should take the lead into this nefarious lair and I, the Phantom, shall watch your back.
:sword oh no, friend. See the formation we're in? I'm merely taking the left quadrant. Certainly one of your bravery and dedication would prefer to take the lead?
Quote from: Sword on June 13, 2007, 05:38:03 PM
:sword oh no, friend. See the formation we're in? I'm merely taking the left quadrant. Certainly one of your bravery and dedication would prefer to take the lead?
A (Sees how conversation is going, heaves a sigh and steps forward) All right, all right... I'll heroically volunteer Spam to take the lead...
Quote from: Alaric on June 13, 2007, 06:06:23 PM
Quote from: Sword on June 13, 2007, 05:38:03 PM
:sword oh no, friend. See the formation we're in? I'm merely taking the left quadrant. Certainly one of your bravery and dedication would prefer to take the lead?
A (Sees how conversation is going, heaves a sigh and steps forward) All right, all right... I'll heroically volunteer Spam to take the lead...
*Is desperate to get his hole in his stomach replaced.*
Spam can lead if if it's agreed, but if someone here laughs like the're getting tickled in a torture room, I'll bravely take the lead...
:spam: "Yes... That's right... I'll be the leader today... Yes..."
...
:spam: "So uh, where do I go, and I how I make you people to follow my pwnage leadage of the pwn?"
FORIAMSPAM!
:sword I think our friend Prem might know. *casually cuts a demon that had latched onto spam in two*
*finally recovered from his Richard Simmons low-alcohol level catastrophe, DJ slowly thumbs the PALS ship's communicator button*
'Ello?!?!?! Is this bloody thing working?!?!?! Can any of the bloody sods that call themselves members of the PALS...which I daresay I am part of....'ear me?!?!?!
*Utterly flabbergasted by the communicator's abilities, DJ starts to hit random buttons and spin random dials*
Let's see if this does anything.....
*the Hyper Vector Jet lifts off, skims across the street, spins around in five circles, and finally crashes right near the team.*
:sword *teleports into the wreckage amd drags out DJ* Stupid Question, but are you all right?
Quote from: Spam on June 13, 2007, 09:44:54 PM
:spam: "Yes... That's right... I'll be the leader today... Yes..."
...
:spam: "So uh, where do I go, and I how I make you people to follow my pwnage leadage of the pwn?"
FORIAMSPAM!
*prem looks at spam for a moment and hides a small smile.*
:prem: leadership aside, what took you guys so long? The volcano is increda hot right now and I think I fell asleep or something because i think i stood here for a very long time. Anyway, let's catch you all up.
*prem points at tpe*
:prem: TPE has a clone.
...
:prem: Or not. It seems another person of tpe's caliber is in existence and has formed a small cult inside this here volcano. I stumbled upon this cult and was asked to bring tpe to them. I wasn't expecting any danger, so I did it...and now paris is once again overrun with demons...seems lke a yearly event, ya know?
*prem points down into the volcano*
:prem: The phantom noselip is expecting tpe and I to come alone...so you guys will have to stay in secret and follow at a distance, I guess? I'm still not clear on phantasmic powers, but i figured this might work like a charm...course we gotta find a way down there for you non fliers. I'm not sure how well blind teleporting would work in this case.
Quote from: Premonitioner on June 18, 2007, 06:47:42 AM
Quote from: Spam on June 13, 2007, 09:44:54 PM
:spam: "Yes... That's right... I'll be the leader today... Yes..."
...
:spam: "So uh, where do I go, and I how I make you people to follow my pwnage leadage of the pwn?"
FORIAMSPAM!
*prem looks at spam for a moment and hides a small smile.*
:prem: leadership aside, what took you guys so long? The volcano is increda hot right now and I think I fell asleep or something because i think i stood here for a very long time. Anyway, let's catch you all up.
*prem points at tpe*
:prem: TPE has a clone.
...
:prem: Or not. It seems another person of tpe's caliber is in existence and has formed a small cult inside this here volcano. I stumbled upon this cult and was asked to bring tpe to them. I wasn't expecting any danger, so I did it...and now paris is once again overrun with demons...seems lke a yearly event, ya know?
*prem points down into the volcano*
:prem: The phantom noselip is expecting tpe and I to come alone...so you guys will have to stay in secret and follow at a distance, I guess? I'm still not clear on phantasmic powers, but i figured this might work like a charm...course we gotta find a way down there for you non fliers. I'm not sure how well blind teleporting would work in this case.
I can jump down, so long as someone laughs the whole way. I don't want to get burned...
*rummages around in the wreckage of the jet*
:sword Antimatter Jello Vulcan for DJ... Cryonic Pills for Spam... a set of razoredged LPs just in case... As for teleportation *attaches a camera bot to a teleport tag, makes the tag and camera invisible and drops it in the volcano*
:sword I'm guiding the tag by remote control to fall in a place where the lava has cooled. And... done. That should allow to teleport in without it being a blind 'port. Premo, the camera can pick up voice. What will you use for a subtle "Get your butts down here" signal?
* The Phantom watches with pride as his comrades go into action like a well-oiled machine (insert your own DJ joke here), waiting until Sword completes his volcano-endoscopy before chiming in with the following well-chosen words *
:eyebrow: { Well done team, well done. When the chips are down and the steaks are high, I know I can count on you lot. It is clear to me that you know your onions and I can think of nobody I would rather have by my side when its my backside in the bacon-slicer. Time now to enter the heat of the kitchen...
* As they prepare to enter, a final thought crosses the fine mind and (being a vocal sort of spectre) he voices it *
:eyebrow: { I feel I must reiterate the words of warning issued by Prem regarding this expedition. As fellow phantoms, I am sure you are all capable to various extents to blend into the shadows and to enter this realm unseen. Um... well some of you are at least. Sword, I want you to keep an eye on some of the more... boisterous elements of the group and try and impart some of your ninjaly ways to them...
* A final pause and then the Eyebrow sets his shoulders in an aspect of resolution *
:eyebrow: { Myself and Prem will enter, making some noise en route so as to draw attention from the rest of you. This is clearly a dangerous approach and not one I suggest lightly. The rest of you will have to remain in close proximity so that if things do go pear-shaped, you can quickly enaction a rescue. Sword, we must have some manner of sub-etheral communication devices by which we can remain in continuous contact within the confines of this magma chamber eh?
*prem thinks a moment and suddenly speaks*
:prem: I'll subtly say, "can't we be civil about this? (2 second pause)...well, good thing I brought backup."
*prem jumps into the volcano and begins to float effortlessly down.*
:prem: Sir TPE, my teke field around you shall let you fall gently to the rock below...unless you do something wild. If you should do something wild, you might end up being thrown across town. General warning. :P
*meanwhile*
:ph34r: They are coming master...and there seems to be more of them! What is it you want us to do about thissss, sir?
:eyebrow: Let...them...come! I ave a fabulous party planned for my kindred. The phantom Eyebrow shall cower before....THE PHANTOM NOPESLIP! :angry:
:ph34r: Yes...phantom noselip. :huh:
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on June 18, 2007, 04:19:43 PM
* The Phantom watches with pride as his comrades go into action like a well-oiled machine (insert your own DJ joke here), waiting until Sword completes his volcano-endoscopy before chiming in with the following well-chosen words *
:eyebrow: { Well done team, well done. When the chips are down and the steaks are high, I know I can count on you lot. It is clear to me that you know your onions and I can think of nobody I would rather have by my side when its my backside in the bacon-slicer. Time now to enter the heat of the kitchen...
:sword For some reason I have a craving for a Philly Cheesesteak with bacon.
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:eyebrow: { Myself and Prem will enter, making some noise en route so as to draw attention from the rest of you. This is clearly a dangerous approach and not one I suggest lightly. The rest of you will have to remain in close proximity so that if things do go pear-shaped, you can quickly enaction a rescue. Sword, we must have some manner of sub-etheral communication devices by which we can remain in continuous contact within the confines of this magma chamber eh?
:sword You've already got such. It's how we tracked you. yours is built into your cowl. Two minutes after you go in, I'll teleport the others in invisibly.
DJ: How the 'ell do I use this thing? *holds up the antimatter jello cannon*
:sword Small end towards enemy. Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it. But if you want your vodka, don't pull it now. If you do, I'm restricting you to... bottom shelf champagne and rotka.
*to Eyebrow and Prem* Good luck. May whatever deity you believe in give you the power to kick butt in his/her name.
Quote from: Sword on June 15, 2007, 12:19:19 PM
*the Hyper Vector Jet lifts off, skims across the street, spins around in five circles, and finally crashes right near the team.*
:sword *teleports into the wreckage amd drags out DJ* Stupid Question, but are you all right?
Urgh.....thanks for the drag out Sword. As for ye question...ummm...I think so..though the arm that got removed awhile back...I think the duct-tape is beginning to fray a bit.
Quote from: Sword on June 19, 2007, 03:37:57 PM
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on June 18, 2007, 04:19:43 PM
* The Phantom watches with pride as his comrades go into action like a well-oiled machine (insert your own DJ joke here), waiting until Sword completes his volcano-endoscopy before chiming in with the following well-chosen words *
:eyebrow: { Well done team, well done. When the chips are down and the steaks are high, I know I can count on you lot. It is clear to me that you know your onions and I can think of nobody I would rather have by my side when its my backside in the bacon-slicer. Time now to enter the heat of the kitchen...
:sword For some reason I have a craving for a Philly Cheesesteak with bacon.
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DJ: How the 'ell do I use this thing? *holds up the antimatter jello cannon*
:sword Small end towards enemy. Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it. But if you want your vodka, don't pull it now. If you do, I'm restricting you to... bottom shelf champagne and rotka.
Bottom shelf champagne and rotka?!?!?!?! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Okay..I'll behave, I promise. *accidently squeezes the trigger while it's aimed at Spam, thus antimatter jelloing him* Eeepp!!! I didn't mean to do that, please don't put me on Bottom shelf champagne, that stuff makes me act like Paris Hilton...and really who wants ME to act like Paris Hilton?
:sword this is supposed to be stealthy. everyone quiet.*takes the gun for DJ* *looks up* Someone feed the three headed hellhound a treat, or our cover will be blown even worse than we already have.
* Following Prem into the lair, but still anxious to ensure his allies are in close proximity, the Eyebrow ponders once more on this spectral abomination that confronts him now *
:eyebrow: :angry: { By gravy this Noselip may be laughing now, but when when I'm through with him he'll be smiling out the other side of his face!
:spam: *unable to take the pressure of this high-end situation, Spam diligently, but softly, whispers these words*
:spam: "banana hammock..."
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Sword on June 21, 2007, 06:08:55 AM
:sword this is supposed to be stealthy. everyone quiet.*takes the gun for DJ* *looks up* Someone feed the three headed hellhound a treat, or our cover will be blown even worse than we already have.
*sulks slightly, seeing as his weapon has been confiscated again* Blast it!! That was only a mistake!! Really!! And what's this about a three headed hellhound and it needing a treat? I don't see....*notices the three headed hellhound all of a sudden*...oh there it is. Hmmm...I wonder...*removes his duct-taped arm and tosses it to the hellhound which it commences to gnaw happily on* There ye go, good doggie! Doggie like the treat!! Someone make a note that when we get back to HQ, I'm going to need to find a fresh corpse to steal an arm from. Man, what I'm willing to do for this team.....
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on June 21, 2007, 12:36:29 PM
* Following Prem into the lair, but still anxious to ensure his allies are in close proximity, the Eyebrow ponders once more on this spectral abomination that confronts him now *
:eyebrow: :angry: { By gravy this Noselip may be laughing now, but when when I'm through with him he'll be smiling out the other side of his face!
:prem: That's oddly funny, TPE.
*prem steps into the shadows and touches a small button hidden under a jagged rock. The volcano rumbles a bit as a sudden burst of lava heads towards the two heroes.*
:prem: Ok, TPE. This is it! Get down!
*lava pours over the heroes for several moments before it dissipates leaving only steam, smoke, and the smell of molten rock.*
:prem: That wasn't so bad, right? Thank the heavens for these oh so convenient trenches encased in magic. The phantom noselip thought of everything...now up ahead, we might have to fight some undead skeletons. The noselip has trust issues.
*meanwhile...in the shadows*
:ph34r: Look at those foooools! Feeding hellhounds as their fellow heroes walk towards their doom. I'll have to take care of them...we'll have to take care of them, right magma skeletors? HAHAHAHAHAHA
Quote from: Premonitioner on June 22, 2007, 08:52:08 AM
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on June 21, 2007, 12:36:29 PM
* Following Prem into the lair, but still anxious to ensure his allies are in close proximity, the Eyebrow ponders once more on this spectral abomination that confronts him now *
:eyebrow: :angry: { By gravy this Noselip may be laughing now, but when when I'm through with him he'll be smiling out the other side of his face!
:prem: That's oddly funny, TPE.
*prem steps into the shadows and touches a small button hidden under a jagged rock. The volcano rumbles a bit as a sudden burst of lava heads towards the two heroes.*
:prem: Ok, TPE. This is it! Get down!
*lava pours over the heroes for several moments before it dissipates leaving only steam, smoke, and the smell of molten rock.*
:prem: That wasn't so bad, right? Thank the heavens for these oh so convenient trenches encased in magic. The phantom noselip thought of everything...now up ahead, we might have to fight some undead skeletons. The noselip has trust issues.
:santa: In that case, I see two possible plans of action. 1.We do whatever we can to completly destroy them, which might be rather hard, seeing as the only possible tools we have to do so are my energy laughs and TPE's eyebrows. Oh, and Spam's explosive abilities. 2.We have DJ, a fellow living corpse, try to negoiate with the walking dead. Maby he can give them booze or something...
:sword DJ part with his booze, willingly? no force in the 'verse can make that happen. *throws up an invisibility field around his team.*
Quote from: Sword on June 22, 2007, 01:04:38 PM
:sword DJ part with his booze, willingly? no force in the 'verse can make that happen. *throws up an invisibility field around his team.*
*clutches his bottle of vodka close to his chest and wander out from under the invisibility field unknowingly* "Damn straight I ain't bloody parting with me booze!!" *notices that the evil undead are staring at him curiously* "Ummm....why are they staring at me? I thought Sword threw an invisibility field aroudn us!" *Slowly but surely the undead begin to bow before DJ.* "Uhhhhh...guys....can someone explain this stuff to me...please???"
:spam: "Wha-huh? I have explosive abilities? When did somebody figure this out? Was it when I was in the bathroom?"
* The Eyebrow is quietly impressed by Prem's display in negating the burning heat of the magma. Not that it presented any real risk to one who can be the (very) embodiment of spectrality (itself), but still it is good to see that he has a competent ally at his side. (Not a situation that one can always take for granted in the curious (but rarely dull) world of the Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes *
Sword awaits any sign of action. It must be a really deep volcano.
Quote from: Spam on July 03, 2007, 08:51:27 AM
:spam: "Wha-huh? I have explosive abilities? When did somebody figure this out? Was it when I was in the bathroom?"
:santa: Don't you remember your ability to explode? And couldn't you fly? Or did I just drink one too many beers...
Quote from: kkhohoho on July 07, 2007, 01:55:10 PM
Quote from: Spam on July 03, 2007, 08:51:27 AM
:spam: "Wha-huh? I have explosive abilities? When did somebody figure this out? Was it when I was in the bathroom?"
:santa: Don't you remember your ability to explode? And couldn't you fly? Or did I just drink one too many beers...
"We have beer? Or did we
have beer? Or perhaps DJ drank it all... And yes, I can fly... But I didn't think I could..."
*explodes*
*regenerates*
"explode... Oh yeah, I remember now..."
FORIAMSPAM!
*prem and tpe walk towards a giant stone door with several letters and drawings engraved in them. Prem lightly touches a drawing that resembles the phantom eyebrow and it glows a bright purple color before opening in a slow but grand manner. Smoke and heat poured from the cracks in the slowly opening door and prem quickly stepped back to avoid being burned...or suffocated.*
:prem: Here we go, TPE. The person we've been waiting to meet is just beyond this door.
*inside of the foggy room were several cloaked figures, who somewhat resembled TPE...but slightly shorter and a little more plump.*
:prem: They've been wanting to meet you for the longest time. I think they were humans at one time...i suspect the phantom noselip has been up to no good. What do you think?
*prem sends a telepathic message to sword*
:prem: We're almost at the big cheese...but you should be careful. A shadow may be stalking you...but he's as slow as rock rolling up a hill at times.
:sword *telepathically* Understood, Prem. I'll be waiting.
Quote from: Premonitioner on July 08, 2007, 09:38:50 PM
:prem: Here we go, TPE. The person we've been waiting to meet is just beyond this door.
*inside of the foggy room were several cloaked figures, who somewhat resembled TPE...but slightly shorter and a little more plump.*
:prem: They've been wanting to meet you for the longest time. I think they were humans at one time...i suspect the phantom noselip has been up to no good. What do you think?
* The Eyebrow enters the room with his customary caution. If these Eyebrow-like creatures each possess
but a fraction of the Phantom's (own) might then they surely possess the power to make the (very) earth tremble before them! *
"Er... hail fellows, well met. Eyebrow's the name. Phantom Eyebrow. And what do you handsome fellows call yourselves?"
*looks around and notices he's been left alone with the worshipping undead*
Uhhh....team?? Anyone there?? I'm kinda been left alone with worshipping undead again? Uh...hello??
*looks back at the worshipping undead*
Oh well, at least I've got worshippers. Hey, any of ye guys know how to get to the leader of this place?
The Undead tilt their heads, looking at DJ, then at a poster of 1980's Michael Jackson, then at the volcano. Finally a smart zombie points to the volcano.
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on July 19, 2007, 11:22:31 AM
Quote from: Premonitioner on July 08, 2007, 09:38:50 PM
:prem: Here we go, TPE. The person we've been waiting to meet is just beyond this door.
*inside of the foggy room were several cloaked figures, who somewhat resembled TPE...but slightly shorter and a little more plump.*
:prem: They've been wanting to meet you for the longest time. I think they were humans at one time...i suspect the phantom noselip has been up to no good. What do you think?
* The Eyebrow enters the room with his customary caution. If these Eyebrow-like creatures each possess but a fraction of the Phantom's (own) might then they surely possess the power to make the (very) earth tremble before them! *
"Er... hail fellows, well met. Eyebrow's the name. Phantom Eyebrow. And what do you handsome fellows call yourselves?"
*the small plump phantasmals stare at TPE and smile...or did something that resembled a smile before rallying around him and tugging at his cloak. Prem jumped aside and looked on with caution*
:prem: TPE, I really think you should be ready to fight...or they really really love you.
*meanwhile, an eerie voice speaks*
voice: And so we shall finally meet, Eyebrow, and the quandry of why you abandoned your people and named yourself such a ridiculous name shall be answered!
*outside, the zombies begin to glow a primal red colour and their appearance grows more gruesome. A small man appears before sword, who somewhat resembles tpe as well...only with a tail and claws, and points*
:ph34r: Thissss seeeemmms like a good time to fight! My primal zombies shall eat you alive!
Sword vanishes from the phantasmal's sight, teleporting to the midst of the zombies.
:sword Dekamaster Special Time!
*sword teleports from zombie to zombie, scoring surgical strikes on each one until a hundred zombies have fallen.*
*sword picks up the Antimatter Jello Vulcan and fires it into another swarm of zombies*
:sword Spam, do a stratosphere dive! DJ, control as many zombies as you can. *teleports behind hohoho and starts laughing*
Quote from: Sword on July 24, 2007, 06:09:43 AM
Sword vanishes from the phantasmal's sight, teleporting to the midst of the zombies.
:sword Dekamaster Special Time!
*sword teleports from zombie to zombie, scoring surgical strikes on each one until a hundred zombies have fallen.*
*sword picks up the Antimatter Jello Vulcan and fires it into another swarm of zombies*
:sword Spam, do a stratosphere dive! DJ, control as many zombies as you can. *teleports behind hohoho and starts laughing*
"Ach...but their all red and gooey looking now! I mean, yeah, I'm all gooey looking but I've got class." *looks about and notices nobody is paying any attention to his whining* "Oh alright, I guess I'll do something." *raises his rotten hand in the air* "Fellow undead, turn against ye short master! Rise up and throw off the shackles he has put on ye! SO says DJ!!!"
For a moment, the zombies look at DJ, then at the phantasmal. then back at DJ. at least fifty zombies immediately start attacking their fellow undead, and twenty others surround the phantasmal.
:sword *teleports behind the phantasmal, attaches one teleport tag to an upper crag of the volcano, and one to a rock ten feet below the first*
:sword going up! *teleports himself, the phantasmal and five of the phantasmal's undead servants to the first teleport tag* *teleports out*
DJ: Somehow, I gotta think an endless 'portin' loop is torture.
:sword No one ever said I had to fight fair.
Phantasmal I'll *port* Get *port* my *port* revenge* port* someday*port*
:sword OK, DJ take the antimatter cannon, set it to low. We're going to play Duck Hunt.
Quote from: Sword on July 25, 2007, 08:31:54 AM
:sword OK, DJ take the antimatter cannon, set it to low. We're going to play Duck Hunt.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) <_< { A duck hunt? How barbaric! *To punctuate his sudden arrival, TPB glumly drops a small suitcase covered in customs stamps from Guam, Figi, The Netherlands, Spain, Pago Pago, Sirius, Mookbah, Ancient Greece, and Pangea with a distinct crash.*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { *Shrugging his shoulders and dusting off his top hat, TPB removes his cane from the top of his bag, dons an optimistic smile--which he flashes at Sword--and asks* How may
The Phantom Bunburyist be of assistance, my good man? *TPB's cane becomes pregnant with greenish energy in anticipation of Sword's directives.*
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:sword Ah Bunburyist. see that thing up there, caught in a perpetual loop so often that his legs appear above his head? I'll need someone to inflict gradual amounts of pain upon him so he cannot report to his superiors. I will also need Lane's Evil Zombie Petrification Kit for the undead now around us. The eyebrow is within the volcano, fighting an imposter of himself.
Quote from: Premonitioner on July 23, 2007, 05:17:51 PM
voice: And so we shall finally meet, Eyebrow, and the quandry of why you abandoned your people and named yourself such a ridiculous name shall be answered!
* The Eyebrow responds to this sinsister accusation with strident grace *
:eyebrow: { Abandoned them!? Abandoned who!? You must be deluded or mad! (Or both I suppose. They need not be mutually exclusive...). I am merely a phsyical manifestation of the cosmos made real (if you'll pardon the redundancy of that last declaration). The fact that I am know as The Eyebrow was merely to fit in with the theme of the earthly heroes I had allied myself during my first manifestation. World War II it was (a time when so many heroes had their origin) and I had teamed up with a brave band of heroes to fight the good fight: The brave Captain Moustache, an inspiraitonal leader... The beautiful but deadly Lady Eyelash... the bluff an stout-hearted Muttonchop... and who can forget The Flying Wig? Ah what would that crazy fellow do next?
* Lost in this nostalgic reverie, the Phantom looks up to see the gathering hoardes impatiently tapping their feet waiting for some point to this story *
:eyebrow: { Yes... well... my point is that if you have clearly fashioned yourself with a vaguely similar appelation to me in some misguided attempt to assume solidarity; had I teamed up with a squadron of soldiers I might as easily be known now as the Phantom Beret (perhaps). There is nothing fundamentally hairy about the fabric of the universe you know.
* The customary pause to the oration as the Phantom Eyebrow allows his words to strike home and sink in for this hidden interlocutor *
:eyebrow: { ...or... is there? Can it be the case that I was destined to assume this name as part of some greater picture? Can it be...? Who are you sir!? Show yourself and face me; Brow to Nose, as it were.
*from behind sword steps a dark shadowy figure*
:ph34r: Ohhhh nooo nooo nooo, ninja, you do not get to leave this battle unscathe! How dare you hurttttt my poooorrrrr followwwer!
*a bunch of phantasmals with powers just below tpe's level appear (bunch = 10)*
:ph34r: This battle ssssssshall not end until you orrrrr meeeee eeeeend uppppp deeeeadddd!
*the phantasmal pulls out a sharp sword and points it at the bunburyist*
:ph34r: He ssssshall be the firssssst to fall! Teleport loops rarely work on a phantasssssmal no matterrrr how high techhhh the gear, fooooollllssss!
*a small explosion happens near the opening of the volcano and molten rock begins to roll down one side of the steep hill*
:ph34r: Seemsssss like our battleground is ssssset for one final showdownnnn...and it ssssshall truly take a team of youuuu to ssssstop ussss!
*meanwhile, prem stares on with a slightly blank and slightly cautious look. He half expected TPE to go on with his lecture until...BOOM!*
:prem: Ok, when a volcano goes boom...something bad is happening!
*the phantom noselip appears from the shadows of the room and grabs TPE's face and speaks softly*
phantom noselip: It is I who sall be asking the questions, dear kin. Your betrayal as been most unkind and...
*his eyes begin to glow a dark red*
phantom noselip: My people want you to pay for it.
*the phantasmals all begin to chant*
:prem: Um, TPE...I think we have a problem!
phantom noselip: You do indeed...because wat I want...is your power and your soul! So says the phantom nopeslip!
* With reflexive panic, the Eyebrow's eyebrows crackle with power as he is confronted by this less handsome doppelganger of himself. Controlling the urge to slam twin bolts of eldritch energy into his adversary on the basis that if he is anything like himself then he will likely be able to absorb them ('he' being the Noselip and 'himself' the Eyebrow should the narration of the previous passage be lacking clarity at all). Instead, with a mighty shrug of his forehead-fringe he hits the Noselip and any nearby mini-brows with his patented Raised Eyebrows attack, subjecting them all to a bulk telekinetic lift designed to slam them forceably (for there is no other way than forceably) into the ceiling; hopefully leaving them to then drop in graceless heaps onto the ground *
*Clutches the newcomer around the throat*
:sword I have faced the Omegus, the Pendragon, and Celestros the Conqueror. You are nothing to me. *Switches the Vulcan from Antimatter to Liquid Nitrogen*
*drops the newcomer and stands facing the phantasmals*
*pulls out one of his four swords*
:sword This blade is known by two names. Ghostbane and Hope's Light. With it, I can cut through an army of ghostly creatures. Fight me.
DJ: Allright ya undead mooks! I'm orderin you ta form an undead wall around the base of the volcano. As many of you as it will take to hold back the lava.
Spam *picks up the cryo cannon* DING! Idea! *Spam dashes into the Jet* Wave Amplifier. Wave Amplifier. Got it! *attaches the amplifier to the cannon*
Lane: Someone mentioned my Zombie Petrifciation Kit. It seems, however that Grendel's Ghostlock device will work better. Master Hohoho! *tosses a claw-like device to kkhohoho.* Use that on the spectrals to make them solid!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :huh: { Zounds! Lane! I thought I'd lost you in that hurricane off Haiti!...And to think I've been toting my things all this time by my lonesome!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Yes, sir, a very great pity. I shall raise the matter at the next meeting of the Junior Ganymede Club; however, at this time, sir, might I urge you to, as one says, "leap into action"?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) <_< { Aye, that you may, Lane, but you may take as my oath that there will be a reckoning. Mark my words, sir.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Very good, sir.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { *TPB grins as he watches the evil elf solidify the phantasmals* Now, gentlemen, please allow me to introduce myself. I am The Phantom Bunburyist, at your service. *With that, the Bunburyist performs a delicate pirouette, his cane glowing brightly in his outstretched arm, and tosses a powerful arc of greenish energy that catches the formerly spectral beings squarely in their solid middles.*
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*several spectrals are hit by the green energy and begin to writhe in pain in such a way that they somewhat look like they're dancing. Smoke pours from the cloaks of the phantasmals and their skin begins to melt into the earth. 6 phantasmals remain and they all surround TPB*
:ph34r: Getttt himmmmmm!
*the phantasmals jump on TPB before he can react and teleport to the top of the volcano*
:ph34r: Pusssssh him innnn!
*meanwhile, prem is caught in TPE's attack and is forced upward and finally smashes into the side of the volcano. Damaged, but fairly unscathed, prem gets to his feet and dashes towards TPE's side.*
:prem: Nice...nice...nice job. That took a few down.
*The phantom noselip stares at tpe and smiles*
phantom noselip: Easily absorbable. My followers may be alf uman, but I am carved from the same material as you!
*the noselip twitches his nose and a strong telekinetic force expands throughout the room causing everything to shake. Prem manages to lift TPE and himself just a few feet off of the ground and cover them in a thin shield.*
phantom noselip: Let's go, you pathetic clone! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*noselip jumps towards TPE in the hopes that a physical assault will be much better than power usage.*
:prem: Oh snap...you know, I know this is a battle and all, but I apologize for my bad interjection. -_-
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :angry: { *As the pack of ungentlemanly phantasmals surrounds and manhandles the Bunburyist near the mouth of the volcano, a strange whir begins to grow and quickly reaches a crescendo. Suddenly, a dome of greenish energy repels the phantasmals, sending them flying outward in every direction. Within the translucent dome, TPB takes to his feet, still holding his cane above his head as its energies surge forth providing a protective force shield.* I say! I say! That was a very close shave! You phantasmal chaps truly should take more care when you--
*The precipice beneath TPB's feet crumbles violently, tossing the unwitting dandy into the mouth of the volcano...*
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:santa: Hmm...Something feels wrong...like I've been controlled by multiple forces.........NAH! *Energy-laughs some phantoms, then notices TPB falling into a firey abyss.* Looks like TPB's taking another unplanned adventure. *Amazingly energy laughs at a peice of the inside of the volcanoe, in hopes that it will reach the lava before TPB, allowing TPB a safe, yet possibly almost fatal landing.*
Quote from: kkhohoho on July 25, 2007, 07:16:13 PM
*Amazingly energy laughs at a peice of the inside of the volcanoe, in hopes that it will reach the lava before TPB, allowing TPB a safe, yet possibly almost fatal landing.*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *TPB crashes onto the laugh-loosened, rocky debris with a sound thump to his left shoulder. Actually, 'twas more of a crunch than a thump, but the shoulder did indeed receive a sound thumping. In any case, the dandy, wincing in pain at what will surely prove to be a separated joint, quickly rights himself to assess his new surroundings.* That fall felt safe yet almost fatal. ... I'll take those absurd odds!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *Adjusting his hat, which appears to have succumbed to a slow burn, TPB wonders* Now, what was it that I did to extract myself from this very sort of sorry situation last time?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { I believe you called upon my services, sir.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *Startled by Lane's sudden reply at the dandy's elbow, TPB spins around, shifts his left arm, cries out in agony, attempts to recover some composure by reciting the first line of Virgil's
Aeneid, and feebly inquires* Lane...how many times have I pleaded with you not to surprise me so?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { I am afraid I haven't the leisure to count at the moment, sir. *Lane brandishes one of Grendal's grappling guns and fires it at the mouth of the volcano.* Sir, if it please you, we really should be going.
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:sword *fights with the phantasmals*
:deadpool: AAAHK! *falls on top of the phantasms*
:sword Wade, were did you come from?
:deadpool: Heck if I know... I remember Hercules getting drunk, some kind of lightning bolt and then I wound up here? Man, Paris has really let itself go. Gimme a sitrep.
:sword Ghosts. Volcano Erupting. Evil Clones of ghostly hero types.
:deadpool: Hmm. nice summary. I've already contacted Nate. Meanwhile, toss me a katana and we'll kick some ghost butt.
:sword There you go!
:deadpool: First to fifty, loser buys the drinks.
:sword Deal!
Ack...my head...it hurts from so much explody and fighting stuff....I need a bloody drink! Hey...one of ye undead...bring me a bloody vodka bottle! *with this a lone undaed staggers off to get a bottle of vodka*
*stratosphere dives into the first bad looking person he can find*
:spam: "... Was I too late? I was too late, wasn't I?"
Quote from: Premonitioner on July 25, 2007, 06:58:08 PM
*meanwhile, prem is caught in TPE's attack and is forced upward and finally smashes into the side of the volcano. Damaged, but fairly unscathed, prem gets to his feet and dashes towards TPE's side.*
:prem: Nice...nice...nice job. That took a few down.
*The phantom noselip stares at tpe and smiles*
phantom noselip: Easily absorbable. My followers may be alf uman, but I am carved from the same material as you!
*the noselip twitches his nose and a strong telekinetic force expands throughout the room causing everything to shake. Prem manages to lift TPE and himself just a few feet off of the ground and cover them in a thin shield.*
phantom noselip: Let's go, you pathetic clone! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!
*noselip jumps towards TPE in the hopes that a physical assault will be much better than power usage.*
:prem: Oh snap...you know, I know this is a battle and all, but I apologize for my bad interjection. -_-
* Despite the reassurance of Prem's shield, the Eyebrow reflexively assumes his Spectral Aspect the better that any assaults would pass harmlessly through. His initial trepidation at fighting a seemingly equally matched foe is slightly offset by the proximity of his allies from the mighty supergroup known as the PALS. Plus, he stil can't quite get over the fact that this evil alter ego seems to need to twitch his nose to activite his powers. Where's the dignity, the grandeur, in such a gesture? He asks himself (rhetorically) *
:sword 32!
:deadpool: 29!
*The two continue a pitched battle against the ghosts as the lava creeps towards them.*
:deadpool: Hey Spammy! You see that Ice Gun? Fire it at the lava!
:sword Good plan. Then there'll be a cloud of steam that will allow these ghosts and their bosses to easily escape.
:deadpool: Oh. Strike that. Use it to make trenches in the volcano that'll channel the lava away from the city!
:sword Better. And by the way, 40!
:deadpool: Dang it!
*OT: Dunno if it needs to be said or not...but it'd take years for ice to make any sort of "trench"/damage to a volcano unless it was a very forceful strike...and with the heat of the volcano's exterior + the lava...the ice wouldnt stay ice very long and would probably cause more damage to the team than it would be of help.*
*back in the interior of the volcano, prem watches as tpn passes right through tpe and smashes into a wall. A small wail is heard and tpn's follower's run to his side and help him up. Moments later, the figures are absorbed into tpn's cloak and his eyes begin to glow a dark red color*
noselip: I WILL DESTROY YOU, TRAITOR EYEBROW! YOU HAVE DISGRACED MY PEOPLE FOR TOO LONG! I DESERVE YOUR PLACE IN LIFE! AND...
*noselip produces a bunch of uriah records*
noselip: I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!
*noselip twitches his noise and a minor telekinetic blast breaks all the records in his hand and the several that are stored in a box on the floor.*
noselip: You're next!
*prem floats upward leaving tpe and tpn to battle.*
:prem: crap...i forgot the battle cry! Wait...I sense someone is in...what the!
*prem notices a purple colored figure flying out the volcano and suddenly he's hit by a small telekinetic push*
:prem: TPE, if he's truly your equal...then you must know of a way to stop him!
Quote from: Premonitioner on July 30, 2007, 04:45:02 PM
*prem notices a purple colored figure flying out the volcano and suddenly he's hit by a small telekinetic push*
OOG: I'll interpret that sentence to mean that Prem, not TPB, was "hit by a small telekinetic push." If I have erred, I am certain that 'twill be rewritten when this extra-canonical tale is reprinted in trade paperback form. ^_^
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { I say! I say! Lane, I'd like to take my leave of this ride now! *the Bunburyist cried as Lane emerged from the volcano with the dandy tucked under his arm*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Very good, sir. You see? We have arrived. *The valet releases his employer.*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *noticing Prem for the first time* Yes, we've arrived, Lane...We've arrived in a nest of vipers! *assumes a threatening stance towards Prem, attempts to hide an involuntary grimace of pain inspired by his injured shoulder, and addresses his presumed foe* On your guard, sir! You will answer for the theft of The Eyebrow's record collection, and then you will pay for the repeated harrassment of the Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes...or, as we are now known, The "Phantsmal Avatar Leage of Superheroes." *A slight look of dismay passes across the Bunburyist's visage, but it is quickly replaced by a challenging stare and a defiant grin, both of which appear to require so much of his attention that TPB seems perfectly capable of ignoring Lane's urgent attempts to get his attention.*
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OOG: I will not have access to the Internet for at least the next two days due to my family's move. I apologise, in advance, for my absence. Just promise me that SPAM will not RP Lane in some embarrassing fashion. :P
(Just ooc: By trenching, I don't mean making ice trenches, but actually using the cannon to cut canals in the volcano to siphon off the extra lava to elsewhere.)
:eyebrow: :angry: { This swine has decimated my record collection and I swear by the All Seeing Eye that he will pay!
* A canny look spreads across the Phantom's features, reflecting the thought process crossing his mind *
:eyebrow: { Perhaps I can take a leaf out of my late-lamented Uriah Heep album collection's books? The Magician's Birthday tells us the tale of a man who turns the every attack of his foe against them into peaceful hamrlessness. Perhaps we should not fight the Noselip; instead we should divert his own power and attacks and channel them into good?
* A pause now as he reconsiders the wisdom of this course *
:eyebrow: { Or perhaps the truth of how to deal with this menace is hidden in another song?
* Frantically runs his mind through the Heep's back-catalogue *
*the zombie returns with a bottle of vodka for DJ*
"AH...very good, mon ami. Now let's see what's going on 'ere."
*looks about at the carnage before him*
"Hmmmm....seems nobody has noticed me standing 'ere. Hmmm...I wonder what would happen if I snuck up on that short guy over there that's been commanding all these bloody phantsmal doo-hickeys. Ehhh...that's work...I'll think I'll just sit back and enjoy my vodka."
:spam: *grabs the ice cannon and points it prefferablly where Sword where like it be to pointed, but accidentally points it at his head, and pulls the trigger, like the idiot he is. He then proceeds to bonk his head on the nearest rock, so that way any icicles may fall off. Still with a little bit of a head cold, Spam finally proceeds to point the cannon at the correct place, and pull the trigger, hoping something will happen*
:spam: *looks over at Lane*
:spam: "Hey, Lane! Watch this!"
:spam: *stops shooting the ice cannon at the spot, and points at Lane's hat. He then proceeds to do just a quick shot at his head, hoping he will hit his hat. Afterwards, he proceeds to continue his shooting of the place where he was shooting at*
:spam: "Hope you like your present! You looked hot!"
:sword Spam, stop goofing off! 49, 50! I win, Wade!
:deadpool: Name the place, after we smack the ghosts. One sec... *bodyslides out* *bodyslides in* Check it, special present from Nate: a Time Gun. It'll super slow the lava!
:spam: "Stop doing what?"
:spam: *accidentally turns towards Sword while still shooting the ice cannon*
*teleports to spam and takes his weapon*
:sword Spam, You get to dig the trenches in the volcano. Give me the cannon, you'll get it back at the end of the school year. DJ! Have one of your undead slaves use this cannon.
:spam: "But... I don't go to school anymore. I thought I graduated from College... Oh well."
:spam: *digs like he never has before*
*meanwhile, back inside. Prem stares oddly at Ow_tiobe before pushing him aside, and conveniently saving him for a massive rock heading towards his head*
:prem: Look, I don't know what your problem is and I really don't care, but if you failed to notice, TPE is fighting TPN and we don't need trouble from some dude wearing purple...and---
*prem lifts TPB and Lane (Is he with us...or is he super fast...or has a...CLONE?!) and moves them behind a rock to avoid another boulder heading their way.*
:prem: no matter how classy a villain you may be, I won't tolerate your nonsense at this moment! So either help out, take a number, or run the eff away, dannit!
*prem flies forcefully towards TPN and tackles him to the ground. TPN twitches his nose and prem is sent hurling towards the volcano's opening leaving TPE and TPN to fend for themselves for awhile.*
:noselip: Now...YOU WILL ALL DIE!
*noselip reaches into his cloak and produces a set of spectral bombs.*
:noselip: Tis will disable bot of our spectral powers, you swine! I will make you pay!
*TPN tosses the bombs near TPE's feet and waits. Meanwhile, lava flow begins to substantially increase outside and the flames are becoming almost unbearable...and a faint smell of cooked meat enters the air...possibly drawing attention from wild animals.*
RP Note: IIRC, TPB has not officially encountered Prem since that stolen Uriah Heep record collection debacle at the mansion some time ago. At that time, Prem seemed to be a menace to PALS, and 'tis the last impression that TPB had of the fellow.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Finally managing to get his employer's attention, Lane enlightens the dandy once again.* Sir, Mr. Premonitioner is correct and his intentions are good. The peril of our current situation is immeasurably great, and we should put aside past offenses for the moment to eliminate the threat of the mysterious Phantom Noselip and his minions. Otherwise, all may be lost.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *Considering his options for a moment, the Bunburyist reaches a conclusion.* Yes, I can occasionally see the fine fibre of Reason, Lane, though I would detest spying it draped across my person in the glass. Grand! Grand! We shall yoke our strengths together to save the Eyebrow and ourselves from death or a fate worse than death, which could only be the forced reading of American novels, also known as American dry goods.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { An excellent course of action, sir. Might I draw your attention to those bombs below?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { Aye, Lane, I see them! *TPB raises his cane and takes aim at the bombs below, focusing a greenish energy blast at the bit of turf directly in front of where the bombs lay...*
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Quote from: Sword on August 02, 2007, 05:21:00 AM
*teleports to spam and takes his weapon*
:sword Spam, You get to dig the trenches in the volcano. Give me the cannon, you'll get it back at the end of the school year. DJ! Have one of your undead slaves use this cannon.
*DJ looks up from his bottle of vodka*
DJ: "Whu?!?!? Oh...okay. Hey, zombie slave, do what Sword says...okay?"
Zombie: "Yes master"
DJ" "Ah..now back to me vodka...seeing as the vagrants seem to be ignoring me at the moment."
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on August 03, 2007, 07:14:18 AM
RP Note: IIRC, TPB has not officially encountered Prem since that stolen Uriah Heep record collection debacle at the mansion some time ago. At that time, Prem seemed to be a menace to PALS, and 'tis the last impression that TPB had of the fellow.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Finally managing to get his employer's attention, Lane enlightens the dandy once again.* Sir, Mr. Premonitioner is correct and his intentions are good. The peril of our current situation is immeasurably great, and we should put aside past offenses for the moment to eliminate the threat of the mysterious Phantom Noselip and his minions. Otherwise, all may be lost.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *Considering his options for a moment, the Bunburyist reaches a conclusion.* Yes, I can occasionally see the fine fibre of Reason, Lane, though I would detest spying it draped across my person in the glass. Grand! Grand! We shall yoke our strengths together to save the Eyebrow and ourselves from death or a fate worse than death, which could only be the forced reading of American novels, also known as American dry goods.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { An excellent course of action, sir. Might I draw your attention to those bombs below?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { Aye, Lane, I see them! *TPB raises his cane and takes aim at the bombs below, focusing a greenish energy blast at the bit of turf directly in front of where the bombs lay...*
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*Our favorite good and evil Santa awakens after being knocked unconsoius by a zombie, and notices several bombs, with a hole in front of them. Noticing green smoke caused by either a certain purple-clad dandy or by completely unknown forces, he thinks that the ground in front of the bombs must have been destroyed somehow. Seeing as how bombs are not exactly a welcome wagon, he prcoeeds to throw them into the newly forged pit one by one.
:santa: Just how many of these things are there?!
*prem rushes back into the volcano and notices kkhoho tossing dirt, obviously illusional to the fact there were only 2 bombs. A quick thought passes prem's mind as he wonders when KKHo got there, but he puts the thought aside and lays an energy bolt smack down on TPN. TPN smiles and shoots a laser blast from his nose towards the flying hero. Prem quickly dodges and uses his telekinetic powers to toss a boulder where TPN was standing.*
:prem: Gang, we don't have much time here. The Volcano is burning red hot and the zombies are becoming restless. Not to mention the phantom look-a-likes are gathering at the volcano's opening...TPE, I think he's about to summon someone...or he's plotting to steal your powers once and for all.
*TPN floats through the boulder and smiles. He tosses a small grenade just beside KKHo's feet that will explode in 1-3 seconds*
noselip: Try as you will, santa, but that bomb will be the end of you! TPE, you cur, your time is nigh!
*the noselip twitches his nose and another laser blasts shoots out towards TPE.*
noselip: That blast will even hurt you, punk!
*meanwhile, outside, night falls and the danger becomes even more dangerous, if you will. The untamed Zombies, easily defeated by a confused Deadpool and Sword, grow slightly stronger and gain a new more horrible appearance. An appearance that somewhat resembles Death Jester...in fact, they look so much like Death jester that it may be hard to figure out who the real one is!*
:ph34r: That bag-a-bonessssss was actually helpful!
*noselip's underling then teleports in front of DJ, grabs his liquor, and tosses it down the volcano before rushing into a crowd of DJ look alikes.*
:ph34r: Catch me if you dare, foul fool!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *Leaping toward kkhohoho and the bomb, TPB performs a safe but almost fatal dive, arms extended, producing a dome of protective greenish force from his cane as he falls* Steady on, Mr. hohoho! This may hurt a tad. *TPB and his force shield plow directly into the bomb as it detonates. A split second before detonation, kkhohoho took the edge of the shield on the chin, the full impact of which caused him to fall backward into a particularly non-soft pillow of obsidian rubble.
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:sword DJ lookalikes. Wade, get me a solar lamp and a bottle of vodka.
:deadpool: Now's no time for a nightcap.
:sword Get a bottle now. Only one of these is the real DJ. And that one will be the kind who remains the same in sunlight and swigs the whole bottle of vodka.
:deadpool: Ok solar lamp, check. Vodka, Check. Digits from some of the local ladies... wow, you can get everything in Paris.
:sword*over commlink* Sword to all Phantasmal Avatars, regroup outside the volcano.
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on August 06, 2007, 01:28:04 PM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *Leaping toward kkhohoho and the bomb, TPB performs a safe but almost fatal dive, arms extended, producing a dome of protective greenish force from his cane as he falls* Steady on, Mr. hohoho! This may hurt a tad. *TPB and his force shield plow directly into the bomb as it detonates. A split second before detonation, kkhohoho took the edge of the shield on the chin, the full impact of which caused him to fall backward into a particularly non-soft pillow of obsidian rubble.
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*Kkhohoho then realizes that only 2 of the bombs he carried were bombs, while the rest of the bombs were just clumps of dirt. He then feels that his back is somewhat strange, and in pain. He gets up, and then notices pile of rather safe but almost fatal rubble behind him. He then hears a rather urgent message from Sword, and proceeds to make his way to the funnel of lava, but not before he asks TPB a personal question.*
:santa: Thanks for saving me, Bunburyist. However, you hurt my back, and I think it may even be bleeding, so can you please laugh a bit? I know that this probally isn't the right place to laugh, seeing as how we could very well die any second, but I really do apreciate the "healing power of laughter", so could you just please chuckle like you're watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail? ^_^
Quote from: Premonitioner on August 06, 2007, 01:11:12 PM
*meanwhile, outside, night falls and the danger becomes even more dangerous, if you will. The untamed Zombies, easily defeated by a confused Deadpool and Sword, grow slightly stronger and gain a new more horrible appearance. An appearance that somewhat resembles Death Jester...in fact, they look so much like Death jester that it may be hard to figure out who the real one is!*
:ph34r: That bag-a-bonessssss was actually helpful!
*noselip's underling then teleports in front of DJ, grabs his liquor, and tosses it down the volcano before rushing into a crowd of DJ look alikes.*
:ph34r: Catch me if you dare, foul fool!
MY VODKA!?!?!? How dare ye throw me vodka in the volcano and then summon up a hoard that looks exactly like me! Ohhhhh....I'm gonna get ye for that!!!
*Starts to chase after the evil man who tossed his vodka into the volcano*
Quote from: Sword on August 06, 2007, 09:51:22 PM
:sword DJ lookalikes. Wade, get me a solar lamp and a bottle of vodka.
:deadpool: Now's no time for a nightcap.
:sword Get a bottle now. Only one of these is the real DJ. And that one will be the kind who remains the same in sunlight and swigs the whole bottle of vodka.
:deadpool: Ok solar lamp, check. Vodka, Check. Digits from some of the local ladies... wow, you can get everything in Paris.
:sword*over commlink* Sword to all Phantasmal Avatars, regroup outside the volcano.
*the smell of a bottle of vodka wafts into the remains of DJ's nose*
"Ohh...me smell vodka!!! But me must destroy evil guy who threw vodka in volcano! Rrrr....vodka or avenge original vodka....so hard to decide....but must...somehow...decide......ARRR!!!!"
*DJ, the real one, falls to the ground under the momentous mental strain of deciding which action to take.*
:eyebrow: { A well-oiled fighting machine eh? (Some of the others like a drink now and then too)
:sword All right Wade. Bodyslide in and grab the one who just fell to his knees.
:deadpool: Got him.
DJ: Vodka or Chase...
:sword How about both? *hands DJs the vodka and applies a tracking/teleport tag.* now you can have your vodak, and kick his butt too. Go to it, DJ.
*an irritated sigh is heard all around and the zombies just pack up and head back into the volcano. Noselip's underling growls under his breath and whispers a swear or two before publicly stating that Death Jester will be destroyed in due time. Seconds later, he disappears in a puff of nauseous fumes. Meanwhile, in the volcano...*
:prem: KKHO, I know you'd like a laugh right now, but we really don't have the time!
*prem encloses everyone in a shield and teleports them safely out of the volcano...well...some of you may fall a few feet to the ground...my bad.*
:prem: Look, we really don't have time to stand around...they're summoning something up there and this volcano looks like it'll explode!
noselip: I WILL DESTROY YOU EYEBROW, YOU TRAITOR! YOU CLONE! YOU UMAN LOVER!
*the volcano erupts and the team must find a way to get to safety.*
Quote from: Premonitioner on August 09, 2007, 11:04:55 AM
*an irritated sigh is heard all around and the zombies just pack up and head back into the volcano. Noselip's underling growls under his breath and whispers a swear or two before publicly stating that Death Jester will be destroyed in due time. Seconds later, he disappears in a puff of nauseous fumes. Meanwhile, in the volcano...*
:prem: KKHO, I know you'd like a laugh right now, but we really don't have the time!
*prem encloses everyone in a shield and teleports them safely out of the volcano...well...some of you may fall a few feet to the ground...my bad.*
:prem: Look, we really don't have time to stand around...they're summoning something up there and this volcano looks like it'll explode!
noselip: I WILL DESTROY YOU EYEBROW, YOU TRAITOR! YOU CLONE! YOU UMAN LOVER!
*the volcano erupts and the team must find a way to get to safety.*
:santa: Lava?! Time to run!
*As Kkhohoho tries to find a way to escape, he thinks of an eariler time of peace. Or at least not as voilent.*
*Flashback* :santa: So, do you care to laugh Mr.Tiobe? I'd really like it. Oh, and do you know how DJ's butt kicking went? I hope a volcano didn't just stop it from happening. *Flashback Ends.*
*In the present, as the lava flows downwards, Kkhohoho thinks to himself:*
:santa: (The world may never know...)
:sword Is everyone here? *does a quick headcount* OK. Drop anything extra you might be carrying. Spam that means the zombie skull you found. I know it's cool, but you'll have plenty of time to add to your ravening undead collection later. I'm going to try to get out us out here. Prem, add your teleportation to mine. Let's aim for the Netherlands. Lane, activate your power enhancer kit now, please.
:deadpool: I've got the Bodyslide machine ready so that's three teleporters for all of us.
:sword On my signal activate and get ready for teleportation. 3, 2, 1! Teleport!
*Those who can teleport focus while Lane attempts to amplify the power. In moments, as the lava pours down, the teleportation kicks in*
*With lava rushing down the mountainside, the three headed hellhound guarding Paris steps between the mountain and the city to intercept the lava.*
---
3 minutes later, the heroes fall into a wheat field. Tiobe and Lane land on their feet, while Spam and KKhohoho hover. Deadpool and DJ wind up sprawled over each other and sword is above them. thirty feet above them. Prem lands safely about fifteen feet from the rest of the group.
:sword Everyone ok?
:deadpool: *does a quick mental check to see if he still thinks in little yellow boxes* I'm good. Where are you man?
:sword Look up. We most certainly missed the Netherlands.
The collected heroes look up, at a castle that floats five feet above the ground. It's a norse style structure. that stretches three miles in either direction.
Thor: Ha ha ha ha! Hail and Well-met, heroes. Welcome to Asgard... Asgard, Oklahoma! Where do you come from?
:deadpool: Heya Thor! We came from Paris. A big volcano was erupting.
Thor: A volcano you say? Feel free to partake of the feasts of Asgard. I go to put a halt to the lava. *thor flies off in a stormcloud*
Spam: So how do we get up there?
:sword There's a ladder about ten feet to your right.
Quote from: Sword on August 10, 2007, 05:26:27 AM
3 minutes later, the heroes fall into a wheat field. Tiobe and Lane land on their feet, while Spam and KKhohoho hover. Deadpool and DJ wind up sprawled over each other and sword is above them. thirty feet above them. Prem lands safely about fifteen feet from the rest of the group.
:sword Everyone ok?
:deadpool: *does a quick mental check to see if he still thinks in little yellow boxes* I'm good. Where are you man?
:sword Look up. We most certainly missed the Netherlands.
The collected heroes look up, at a castle that floats five feet above the ground. It's a norse style structure. that stretches three miles in either direction.
Thor: Ha ha ha ha! Hail and Well-met, heroes. Welcome to Asgard... Asgard, Oklahoma! Where do you come from?
:deadpool: Heya Thor! We came from Paris. A big volcano was erupting.
Thor: A volcano you say? Feel free to partake of the feasts of Asgard. I go to put a halt to the lava. *thor flies off in a stormcloud*
Spam: So how do we get up there?
:sword There's a ladder about ten feet to your right.
*proceeds to barf on Wade*
Urghhh...I hate teleporting...always...make...me lose...me vodka....
*vomits a few more pieces of his stomach up and then rights himself*
Now...lets see 'ere. Vodka, check.....tracking locator for evil guy, check.....remeberance of Noselip's underling's curse of DJ's end, check.....hmmm...I'm all 'ere...I think...
*notices he is still missing his left arm*
Oh bloody 'ell...how could've forgotten that bloody thing...wwell, it looks like I'll jsut have to find another replacement....somewhere....*eyes Spammy's left arm possesivly*
*After traveling through what looked like a tunnel of oblivion and monkeys, Kkhohoho finds himself hovering above the ground. It's rather strange, since our favorite evil elf can't fly, let alone hover. He then promplty falls to the ground, causing a rather noticble hole, not because of the height since it isn't very big, but because of the strange outline. After getting up, he notices a ladder leading up to a castle in the sky.*
:santa: I know where we are! We're beneath the Giant's castle! The beanstalk seems to be missing though.
Ah well. *The plump fiend uses his jumping abilities to leap into the air, but, seeing as how he jumped straight up, he only barely grabs onto the edge of the floating mass, and struggles to get up. After 1 minute of slowly inching along, he makes it inside the castle, though he is still near the edge. He's lying on on the entrance way actually, huffing and puffing. Not a pretty sight.*
:santa: WHY...ARE...GIANT...CASTLES...SO...HARD...TO...CLIMB?!!
*prem floats towards tpe with a slight annoyed look on his face*
:prem: TPE, I'm going back to keep track of TPN. I doubt this will be his last attempt at destroying you...also, I'm not going to wonder how we passed the Netherlands and ended up here...even with augmented powers.
*prem checks his satchel and hands TPE an uriah heep cd*
:prem: it's the only thing I could save...soory. Now, since I apparently wasted all my magic energy by teleporting, I'm gonna fly off now.
*prem leaves without saying a word to anyone else. Before he disappears, he tosses an arm like shaped thing at DJ with a note attached.*
Quote from: prem's note to DJDear DJ,
this is an extra arm from some random zombie. I'll see if I can find your arm...also, it's highly flammable so stay away from fire.
Quote from: Premonitioner on August 10, 2007, 09:25:56 AM
*prem leaves without saying a word to anyone else. Before he disappears, he tosses an arm like shaped thing at DJ with a note attached.*
Quote from: prem's note to DJDear DJ,
this is an extra arm from some random zombie. I'll see if I can find your arm...also, it's highly flammable so stay away from fire.
Ohhh....a new arm...for me?!?!?! Ohhh Prem, I didn't know ye cared. *produces a roll of duct tape and commences to attach the arm to his stump*
Ahhh...it's just like my old one...so wonderful feeling.
(The Verdant Vowel, who has been standing lost in thought for some time now, suddenly springs into action- vocally, at least...)
A I appologize, fellow heroic defenders of goodness. I was- thinking about something else, and so great were my mighty imaginings that I was completely oblivious to what's been going on! Quick- someone toss me a recap!
(looks around for a moment)
A Wait... Are The Phantom Eyebrow and the Phantom Bunburyist in the same thread that now houses my own vowelish presense? That can't be good... Surely, the close proximity of so much sheer verbosity will cause cosmic stresses of umimaginable intensity...
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { *Dusting himself off from his stint as a (meta)human bomb shield, the Bunburyist smiles and addresses his emerald acquaintance* Mr. Alaric! Well met, comrade! *shakes hands with Alaric* When last I laid eyes on you and your fine greenery, you were many and I was but one attempting to avert a crisis of infinite nonsense. In these past few seconds--these happy, happy few fleeting moments in which we were happily reunited--I have given your concerns some thought--not thought of any depth, for depth models are misleading when the stuff of thought is both symbol and surface at once--and I am bound to say that, most things considered (whilst others remain half-thawed on the gray matter grill), if the damage done to language by Master Spam and Mr. hohoho thus far has not caused a cataclysmic verbal violence to rend the very fibre of reality, I can only imagine with great difficulty precisely how the combined prolixity of the Eyebrow, the Vowel, and the Bunburyist might adversely tilt the galaxy in Chaos' favour.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *ponders*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) ^_^ { I honestly have no idea why we should be alarmed.
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:spam: "*sniff* I miss my zombie skull... I was gonna name it Collectable #436, but then I had to drop it... *goes over to Lane to cry on his shoulder*"
:sword Everybody up? Good. The dining hall is down the long marble corridor eighth door on the right.
*The heroes sit down for a meal fit for the Aesir.*
:deadpool: Heya DJ, don't drink the booze.
DJ: Izzit poisoned?
:deadpool: naw its Asgardian mead. It heals the wounded body. I don't know what it would do to an undead body.
:sword Most likely it would give him a good solid drunk that will last eight months. *eats some Auroch meat*
:spam: Wow this is good stuff. FORIAMHUNGRY!
:santa: Well what now?
:eyebrow: Now we consume this delectable feast provided by the Odinson.
:santa: Well yeah, but what after that?
:deadpool: I dunno. Who wants to play "Beat the Wrecking Crew Senseless?"
:sword: Nah. I'll probably head back to CRUSH castle, if it's still standing.
:eyebrow: { Well now but isn't this a happy turn of events? The threat of my nasal nemesis has been quelled for the nonce and the assembled numbers of the Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes find themselves gathered at a fine banquet in a plot denoument that simply cries out for a snappy punchline and a freeze frame still as we cut to credits. However, the Phantasmal Avatar League of Superheroes generally don't do snappy...
* Pausing a brief moment in his customary grand-standing fashion, the Eyebrow scans the scene in more detail and overhears the concerns expressed by the Verdant Vowel re the prospective threat to the universe (itself) by the presence of so much concentrated loquacity in such a small area. He turns to address the vowelish one in his most reassuring and avuncular manner *
:eyebrow: { I have weighed your words well my fellow defender of freedom, but I think I side with the Bunburyist in his estimation that there is no reason to be alarmed at such a prospect. The Bunburyist and I have managed to coexist in this thread to date without unravelling the fabric of existence. And if anything, I suspect that your own presence here is a safeguard against harm rather than a catalyst to disaster; for your vowelish essence is surely complimentary to the cosmological consonant that underpins the universe itself.
Quote from: Sword on August 12, 2007, 04:56:25 PM
:sword Everybody up? Good. The dining hall is down the long marble corridor eighth door on the right.
*The heroes sit down for a meal fit for the Aesir.*
:deadpool: Heya DJ, don't drink the booze.
DJ: Izzit poisoned?
:deadpool: naw its Asgardian mead. It heals the wounded body. I don't know what it would do to an undead body.
:sword Most likely it would give him a good solid drunk that will last eight months. *eats some Auroch meat*
"Bah...nothing can keep me drunk for more than a few danty hours...and who says I shouldn't drink the booze 'ere...I will never not attack booze when I see it!!" *commences to down the closest chalice of Asgardian mead*
"Hmmm...not exactly up to my normal fair of drink but it still is moderatly okay...though the after taste is a bit to fruity."
*notices his left arm, which had been happily came from the gracious Prem after he had lost the old one somewhere but that's a whole nother story, has lost it's flammability defects*
"Ach...what joyous day...now I can stick this arm in fire with out worrying!! YEAH!!!"
Thor returns as Sword and Deadpool head out.
:deadpool: Seriously. Seventh smartest guy in the world. Amadeus Cho. Here's his number.
:sword I gotta say, Amadeus Cho is one of those names you only expect of a pulp hero.
:deadpool: Remember you won the contest, so...
Thor: My friends, the disaster is averted. Take the Celestial Taxi to your destinations.
:sword Celestial taxi? It's a chariot with...
:deadpool: Double Hemi!
:sword Two rams.
Thor: I assure you, they can go wherever you wish. The only ones that move faster are Santa's Reindeer.
:sword Pay up. You said...
:deadpool: I know. Here's 50.
Thor: What of your friends?
:sword They'll be staying awhile longer but I have business.
:deadpool: Yeah same. Something about general mayhem and panic.
Thor: Go with the blessings of the gods. And if you see anything about my fellows.
:deadpool: We'll let you know. How hard can it be to find a norse sumo in a pink unitard? Bye Thor!
:spam: *twiddles thumbs* "So... anybody listen to that new Young Cheesy CD? Not bad..."
FORIAMSPAM!
*chucks a smoke grenade into pals head quarters*
*begins shooting at them from far away*
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/sniper.gif)
* The Eyebrow's brows furrow in fearful contemplation *
:eyebrow: { B'cripes! Twould appear that while we sit here feasting at the tables of Valhalla, someone is taking pot-shots at our defenceless mansion! The Eye of Truth informs me that the windows, doors and conretely frontages of the base are being riddled with bullets. Riddled I tells ya! I don't know about the rest of you but I'm not having it!
* Draws himself to his full height, swirls his cape about himself magestically and prepares to teleport back to the base to confront this craven churmugeon *
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on August 18, 2007, 05:37:16 PM
* The Eyebrow's brows furrow in fearful contemplation *
:eyebrow: { B'cripes! Twould appear that while we sit here feasting at the tables of Valhalla, someone is taking pot-shots at our defenceless mansion! The Eye of Truth informs me that the windows, doors and conretely frontages of the base are being riddled with bullets. Riddled I tells ya! I don't know about the rest of you but I'm not having it!
* Draws himself to his full height, swirls his cape about himself majestically and prepares to teleport back to the base to confront this craven churmugeon *
:santa: I agree. *Picks up a long piece of metal and holds it into the air.* Avatars, HOOOOOOOO!!! ......On second thought, that's a rather cheesy line. Ah well. *Proceeds to make multiple giant jumps towards PALS's base, then stops for a burger, and then proceeds with multiple big leaps once more towards PALS's mansion.*
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/sfsmiley.gif)take that pals!!!!!
ahaahaha
*keeps on shooting at pals headquarters*
A celestial chariot descends upon PALS headquarters, allowing sword and deadpool to disembark behind Raijin.
A bouncing laugh of santa claus appears soon after, landing right in the spot previously vacated by the rams.
:sword Wade, flank left. Hohoho flank right. We'll get this guy.
A Admittadly, I'm not all that familiar with PALS headquarters, having only spent a short time there, but is it usual for the structure to be randomly shot at by some apperently-distrubed individual? Could this perhaps be part of some heinous plot, designed to destroy all that is pure and just in this world? Or is it mere random insanity?
darn ran out of bullets
*looks around*
seems like no one has spotted me
*runs away* :ph34r:
Quote from: Sword on August 19, 2007, 07:17:47 AM
A celestial chariot descends upon PALS headquarters, allowing sword and deadpool to disembark behind Raijin.
A bouncing laugh of santa claus appears soon after, landing right in the spot previously vacated by the rams.
:sword Wade, flank left. Hohoho flank right. We'll get this guy.
:santa: Okay. *As the fat lumox and and the breaker of the 4th wall head to their spots...nothing happens. Nope. Honestly, it only took them a few seconds to get to their spots. What're they gonna' do, go out for a beer and then flank? I mean-*
*Narrator gets shot.*
Quote from: Raijin on August 19, 2007, 12:29:20 PM
darn ran out of bullets
*looks around*
seems like no one has spotted me
*runs away* :ph34r:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Unbeknownst to the unknown assailant, Lane, who has been tending the grounds, strategically extends his rake (the garden implement, not his employer) and decidedly upturns the surprised shooter by knocking him off his feet. With his nose held high and his chin thrust outward, Lane addresses the villain now sprawled face-down on the green.* Going so soon, sir?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { I should say not, Lane! *The Bunburyist emerges from behind the topiary, rolls the fiend over with a swift kick to his left side, and deftly whisks the criminal's firearm away with a flick of his cane.* You certainly will not be needing this naughty implement of destruction at present, sirrah! *Forcefully placing the end of his cane, followed by his full body weight, upon the assailant's sternum, TPB asks* Now that we have a moment to discourse without threat of harm to my person, what brings you to our fair manor, you unmannered varlet? What variety of common knave are you to assault our home unprovoked and without invitation? I eagerly await your reply, sirrah, for, if you do not speak to me, you WILL speak to Mr. Jester and Mr. Sword, who will not be as gentle with you as I have been. *TPB gestures dramatically toward the fearsome, rotting, staggering corpse and the shadowy swordsman nearby.*
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Phantom Bunburyist and The Prat in the Hat
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on August 22, 2007, 08:33:30 AM
Quote from: Raijin on August 19, 2007, 12:29:20 PM
darn ran out of bullets
*looks around*
seems like no one has spotted me
*runs away* :ph34r:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Unbeknownst to the unknown assailant, Lane, who has been tending the grounds, strategically extends his rake (the garden implement, not his employer) and decidedly upturns the surprised shooter by knocking him off his feet. With his nose held high and his chin thrust outward, Lane addresses the villain now sprawled face-down on the green.* Going so soon, sir?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { I should say not, Lane! *The Bunburyist emerges from behind the topiary, rolls the fiend over with a swift kick to his left side, and deftly whisks the criminal's firearm away with a flick of his cane.* You certainly will not be needing this naughty implement of destruction at present, sirrah! *Forcefully placing the end of his cane, followed by his full body weight, upon the assailant's sternum, TPB asks* Now that we have a moment to discourse without threat of harm to my person, what brings you to our fair manor, you unmannered varlet? What variety of common knave are you to assault our home unprovoked and without invitation? I eagerly await your reply, sirrah, for, if you do not speak to me, you WILL speak to Mr. Jester and Mr. Sword, who will not be as gentle with you as I have been. *TPB gestures dramatically toward the fearsome, rotting, staggering corpse and the shadowy swordsman nearby.*
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Prat in the Hat
*looks about all confused, a drop of saliva running down the remains of his face*
"Wha? Someone say my name? What da 'ell could they want now? Tell me! TELL ME DAMNNIT!!!"
-DJ
*sword and deadpool arrive on scene*
:sword Remarkable capture as always Lane. DJ, this maniac fired into our base, and possibly threatened your stock of booze by his action.
*a mailman arrives on the scene and reaches for TPB's cane*
:huh:: What type of contraption do you have here, young man?
*points the cane into the air*
^_^: Seems like a cane for a mighty fine lad.
*subtly drops mailbag on raijin*
:o: Such nice craftsmanship!
*bag shapeshifts into a bag of bats shrouding raijin and teleporting him away. The bats pick at Deadpool's mask*
:rolleyes:: Wish I had one.
*hands cane back*
:unsure:: Well, I should be going!
*grabs bag and runs away*
:P: Adios!
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on August 22, 2007, 08:33:30 AM
Quote from: Raijin on August 19, 2007, 12:29:20 PM
darn ran out of bullets
*looks around*
seems like no one has spotted me
*runs away* :ph34r:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { *Unbeknownst to the unknown assailant, Lane, who has been tending the grounds, strategically extends his rake (the garden implement, not his employer) and decidedly upturns the surprised shooter by knocking him off his feet. With his nose held high and his chin thrust outward, Lane addresses the villain now sprawled face-down on the green.* Going so soon, sir?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { I should say not, Lane! *The Bunburyist emerges from behind the topiary, rolls the fiend over with a swift kick to his left side, and deftly whisks the criminal's firearm away with a flick of his cane.* You certainly will not be needing this naughty implement of destruction at present, sirrah! *Forcefully placing the end of his cane, followed by his full body weight, upon the assailant's sternum, TPB asks* Now that we have a moment to discourse without threat of harm to my person, what brings you to our fair manor, you unmannered varlet? What variety of common knave are you to assault our home unprovoked and without invitation? I eagerly await your reply, sirrah, for, if you do not speak to me, you WILL speak to Mr. Jester and Mr. Sword, who will not be as gentle with you as I have been. *TPB gestures dramatically toward the fearsome, rotting, staggering corpse and the shadowy swordsman nearby.*
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Prat in the Hat
dang i thought i just got away too...
oh well time to blow my self up!!!
hahahahah
*released his vest and the clock goes ticking*
I'm taking u down with me tiobe!!!!
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/mad0233.gif)
Quote from: Sword on August 22, 2007, 03:28:50 PM
*sword and deadpool arrive on scene*
:sword Remarkable capture as always Lane. DJ, this maniac fired into our base, and possibly threatened your stock of booze by his action.
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" *DJ's neck veins pulse at the thought of his booze stock being threatened* "This slimey, no good bastad was putting MY booze stock in possible harms way!! OH NOW HE'S GOING TO GET IT!!!"
*runs off to get his Booze Threatening Maniac Beating Stick*
:spam: "Hey, does anybody know what this is? Because I think it's buried treasure..."
Spam holds up what seems to be a rectangular box with a lock on it.
:spam: "I was digging underneath our headquarters, because this dog told me there was buried treasure there... so I started digging. Well, I think this is the treasure, so I'm gonna open it... I just hope it's not one of those stupid time capsules..."
Spam pulls on the lock very hard, until he notices he has the key in his other hand. He then unlocks the lock, takes it off, and opens the box to reveal...
:spam: "A bomb? But it should have been buried treasure... and how did a bomb get down there without being exploded? And who exactly would plant a bomb directly under PALS headquarters...? Oh look, the timer says we have exactly twenty minutes to live. Yaaay!"
:sword *tags the bomb in Spammo's hand and teleports it to the atlantic ridge*
Quote from: Sword on August 24, 2007, 03:46:59 PM
:sword *tags the bomb in Spammo's hand and teleports it to the atlantic ridge*
:santa: Nice job there Sword, but I think you teleported Spammy's hand in the process. Maby we can replace it with a meathook or something...
:sword *checks* Nah, it's just his pinky finger. Maybe we can replace it with a steel prsothetic.
DJ: *comes back with the Stick* Where'd he go? I'll show 'im a thing or nine.
:sword Gone. *hears a low BOOM come from elsewhere* The bomb is too far out. I think our attacker had a self destruct button.
:spam: "Oooh, I can see fireworks..." *looks at the mushroom cloud off yonder*
Quote from: Raijin on August 23, 2007, 08:10:35 PM
dang i thought i just got away too...
oh well time to blow my self up!!!
hahahahah
*released his vest and the clock goes ticking*
I'm taking u down with me tiobe!!!!
(http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t208/rubberdude13/mad0233.gif)
OOC: *looking for a GM ruling* Sooooooo...was TPB recently spread over a large area in small bits or not? Raijin's sense of timing (in light of Prev's post) is too fine for any idea (of mine) to violate it. :P
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Prat in the Hat
*rolls* Hmm, 18 on Tiobe, 6 on Riajin. You're safe, though your outfit is now covered from what's left of a sack of bats.
Quote from: Sword on August 25, 2007, 03:54:02 AM
:sword *checks* Nah, it's just his pinky finger. Maybe we can replace it with a steel prsothetic.
DJ: *comes back with the Stick* Where'd he go? I'll show 'im a thing or nine.
:sword Gone. *hears a low BOOM come from elsewhere* The bomb is too far out. I think our attacker had a self destruct button.
"Wha' the?!?!?!?! Who the 'ell let that bloody bastad get away?!?!?! I mean, I got me my stick and am ready for so beatdowning, blast it!!!" *stands menacinly on the floor, becuase he happened to fall over from his drunkeness*
:sword Unfortunately, he got away,and decided to blow himself up. Apparently he feared your whuppin stick. *phone rings* Yes. Yes. All right. I'll be there soon." *hangs up* Gentlemen and Undead, I have some matters to attend to. Would anyone like to see my home city of Sunrise City, Maryland? Something big's happening and all Omega supers are being called back.
:deadpool: *for DJ's benefit* He's packin in, and going back east. You wanna go with? You can bring the beating stick.
Quote from: Sword on August 29, 2007, 02:51:35 PM
:sword Unfortunately, he got away,and decided to blow himself up. Apparently he feared your whuppin stick. *phone rings* Yes. Yes. All right. I'll be there soon." *hangs up* Gentlemen and Undead, I have some matters to attend to. Would anyone like to see my home city of Sunrise City, Maryland? Something big's happening and all Omega supers are being called back.
:deadpool: *for DJ's benefit* He's packin in, and going back east. You wanna go with? You can bring the beating stick.
*ponders the question from his place on the floor*
"Hmmmm....does it involve the potential for alcohol? I mean, if I'm going to bring my Booze Threatening Maniac Beating Stick...well, I kinda need a Maniac threatening booze..."
:sword: Well, as far as I know, it involves a maniac threatening to wish everything that people find enjoyable out of existence.
:deadpool: Ye Gods, man. you don't mean...
:sword: Fraid so, Wade. One of the Five dimension lords.
:deadpool: Let's see, those are the guys with the funky names like...
:sword Broken Promises, Stolen Thunder, Shattered Dreams, Splintered Life and Final Eulogy.
:deadpool: Outta my league, but whaddya say zombie dude? The guy wants to destroy everything, includin the booze...I oughta call Hercules for this..
:sword: No, Hercules has his own concerns. If anyone wishes to join me, meet me in the hangar beneath the mansion in fifteen minutes.
Urgh...I'm not sure I'm up to a beat down with a Fifth Dimension hooligan...I mean, those guys make us Seventh Dimension boozers look like little cute kittens hyped up on catnip! I daresay ye might want to call in the big guns on this one!
:sword There's five, but they're not fifth dimensions. They are more like human with control over sadness and loneliness.
:deadpool: Sounds like a lame superpower, true. But think of what happens if they find a singles group or a funeral. They can magnify those feelings to unholy levels. That's why I'm out.
:sword OK. It's just an open invitation to meet my old group. I'm sure the Twilight Corps would like to meet you guys.
:spam: You don't seem to think very much of the Dimension Lords. Are they a threat?
:sword Yes. But they're also victims of the same process that created me. They are pitiable, not pitiful.
Quote from: Sword on September 07, 2007, 11:28:32 AM
:sword There's five, but they're not fifth dimensions. They are more like human with control over sadness and loneliness.
:deadpool: Sounds like a lame superpower, true. But think of what happens if they find a singles group or a funeral. They can magnify those feelings to unholy levels. That's why I'm out.
:sword OK. It's just an open invitation to meet my old group. I'm sure the Twilight Corps would like to meet you guys.
:spam: You don't seem to think very much of the Dimension Lords. Are they a threat?
:sword Yes. But they're also victims of the same process that created me. They are pitiable, not pitiful.
:santa: So we're going up against 5 lords with control over sadness and loneliness whom could make us feel downright miserble? Count me in! :thumbup:
:spam: *high-fives kkhohoho*
:spam: "Let's do this!"
*slaps a teleport tag on both Spam and Hohoho*
:sword Alright, we're off. Next Stop, Sunrise City
:swordteleport
*the three arrive in a metropolis with an ocean view*
:sword *sticks out arm and clotheslines a passing speedster* Joe... Voice, how've you been?
:castlebravo: Sword... don't do that! I need... to... catch my breath.
:sword It's always worked before. You do have a telekinetic field.
:castlebravo: True. You're here about the Dimension Lords, right?
:sword Yup. Anything new on that front?
:castlebravo: Well, they have learned how to manifest negative emotions. They're trying to harvest it to make a giant monster.
:sword That is new. Are they active in that pursuit?
:castlebravo: Not at the moment. You know they only function at night.
:sword True. Well, Voice. These two are Spam and KKhohoho from the Phantasmal Avatars.
:castlebravo: Heard of that. New group, huh? Well, meet me back at pyramid towers.
:sword see you there.
:penguin :penguin :penguin *gibberish*
:sword Hey. Tony Sally and Dan. How's punchout?
:penguin: *gibberish*
:sword That's not like him...
:penguin: *gibberish*
:sword The dimension lords hit him? Dang. What happened to Dawnstrider?
:penguin: *more gibberish*
:sword Off-world? Well that explans why he'd be lonely. This is Spam and the santa impersonator is KKhohoho. I'll see you flipper birds at the pyramids.
:spam: *waves at the penguins*
:spam: "HI BIRDIES!!"
Quote from: Spam on September 07, 2007, 03:57:33 PM
:spam: *waves at the penguins*
:spam: "HI BIRDIES!!"
:santa: I remember Penquins. I first saw them when I manifested aways back in the North Pole. Most penquins live in the South Pole, but Santa always keeps at least 50 penquins in the north to test out the elf's new water toys. On my grand journey to the closest ship journeying out of that frozen wasteland, I roasted some alive for dinner. Good times...good times.
:sword All right you two, I'll give you a quick tour of my city.
:swordteleport
First stop, Killer Riiffs. This is a music store run by my friend Anthem. *looks over the counter* Where is he?
Clerk: Anthem? Didn't you hear? He and the Gilded Rose started a band. They're touring the midwest right now.
:sword They sell musical weapons here too. Chuck, give me a pair of Guitar Blades for these two chuckleheads.
Chuck: Energy or Normal?
:sword Energy.
Chuck: I'll send them to the pyramid towers for you.
:sword All right you two, next stop is Dr Wyvern's. It's a combination joke shop and soda fountain.
:moribundi2 Hey Sword. All six of me welcome you.
:sword The fake blood isn't fooling anyone.
:moribundi2 Fake blood? Nah, this isn't fake blood. It's a new soda that Incognito and I made. It's raspberry cheesecake flavored.
:sword Point of note, you two. Never try to watch this guy eat if you value your sanity. Strike that. not a problem. Next on the tour, is Sweet Tooth Station. All manner of sugary weapons for your use. Just lick and toss.
:krycher Hey Sword. It's gonna get dark soon. Take these. *hands over a bag of rock candy* Solar Flare Snaps. Creates a sunlamp effect for fifteen seconds.
:sword Right. How about letting my associates look through your wares?
:krycher I've got no problem with it. They look sane enough.
:spam: "Hmm... What're these? These look like lollipops..."
:spam: *reaches down for a lollipop to perhaps eat it*
Quote from: Spam on September 08, 2007, 09:17:01 AM
:spam: "Hmm... What're these? These look like lollipops..."
:spam: *reaches down for a lollipop to perhaps eat it*
:santa: *Notices a meaty idiot reaching for a lollie, then remembers that the effects of this store's candy being licked could be diasterous. The Santa fake then decides to watch the soon-to-be spectacle, but remembers that Spam can explode, and figures that if an explosive being was exploded, the explosion could be magnified to very dangerous proportions.*
:santa: You might not want to eat that Spam. *The evil santa then creates a big bag out of seemingly nothingness, and brings out of it a red and white striped treat.* Here, have a candy cane. I stole it from Santa.
:krycher That lollypop is a paralyzing ray in disguise. Lick and point at your foe. Next to it is the peanut brittle road spikes. And next to that is the blazing fireball candy. That's best of you put in your mouth rather than licking it. Just makes a cool effect to spit rainbow colored fireballs.
:spam: "... Oh... but still... It's such a pretty lolly, with it's choreographed chorus of colors... looks so delicious.."
:spam: *swipes the lolly, and proceeds to crunch on it*
:krycher *snaps fingers* You think I'd create candy weaponry without knowing how to make it inert? It's harmless now.
:spam: *crunches at lolli* "Yuuuum..."
Quote from: Spam on September 19, 2007, 05:12:52 PM
:spam: *crunches at lolli* "Yuuuum..."
*Seeing Spam eat his lollipop, the evil elf at first decides to eat his candycane, but the remembers that he configured it to shoot bullets, so decides against it.*
:santa: So Sword, what next?
:sword We're going to sting the dimension lords. We're going to pyramid towers to get there
:swordteleport
*the three PALS arrive in a pyramid made of steel and glass connect to two simliar pyramids by elevated walkways*
:gigapulse Good. Sword's here. That's everyone. Take a seat.
:sword Sure thing, Leonard.
:castlebravo: Ok, here's my thought. We've seen that the dimension lords need to be in proximity for their powers to be most effective.
:krycher Sure. I've noticed that. I also notice that they can't stand the power frequency. I've got Ongeki Zan guitars for that.
:sword So, how are we going to split them up?
:punchout2 Here's an idea. There's a speed dating service meeting by hawk's lake. If we could put four heroes there with a Field Distorter, we could trap one of them.
:castlebravo: Noted. You seem better Punchout.
:punchout2 Dawn came back. I bet that if we can use the indigo ray to capture one of the dimension lords, each minute away from the others will weaken them. SO we really need to separate them. You, Santa Dude.*points at kkhohoho* How would you trap a super who can amplify emotions?
Quote from: Sword on September 20, 2007, 06:07:50 AM
:sword We're going to sting the dimension lords. We're going to pyramid towers to get there
:swordteleport
*the three PALS arrive in a pyramid made of steel and glass connect to two simliar pyramids by elevated walkways*
:gigapulse Good. Sword's here. That's everyone. Take a seat.
:sword Sure thing, Leonard.
:castlebravo: Ok, here's my thought. We've seen that the dimension lords need to be in proximity for their powers to be most effective.
:krycher Sure. I've noticed that. I also notice that they can't stand the power frequency. I've got Ongeki Zan guitars for that.
:sword So, how are we going to split them up?
:punchout2 Here's an idea. There's a speed dating service meeting by hawk's lake. If we could put four heroes there with a Field Distorter, we could trap one of them.
:castlebravo: Noted. You seem better Punchout.
:punchout2 Dawn came back. I bet that if we can use the indigo ray to capture one of the dimension lords, each minute away from the others will weaken them. SO we really need to separate them. You, Santa Dude.*points at kkhohoho* How would you trap a super who can amplify emotions?
:santa: Simple, really. Make them each think the're each others enimies, via either illusions or physcotic manipulation, or we make them dislike each other as they are. Then, they would attack each other by amplifing each other's emotions. With them depowered, we then send in someone who has little regard for emotions, besides the evil kind, like me. If they amplify my emotions, they'll just make me want to kill them. :twisted:
:sword Paranoia complex? I like it. We're going to need a specialist for this. Call Heartbreaker.
:castlebravo: You know, Heartbreaker's still serving another two months in Denbrowski.
:sword Duly noted. Any other mental and emotional manipulators?
:castlebravo: I'd suggest Shadeleaf
:sword Good call. Ok Spam, you'll be going with Faith, Anthem and Punchout to the Speed-Dating Place. Hohoho, you're in my group with Shadeleaf. These guys are serious monologouers and are well versed in maniacal laughter, so you'll definitely get a lot of power from them.
Quote from: Sword on September 20, 2007, 05:29:24 PM
:sword Paranoia complex? I like it. We're going to need a specialist for this. Call Heartbreaker.
:castlebravo: You know, Heartbreaker's still serving another two months in Denbrowski.
:sword Duly noted. Any other mental and emotional manipulators?
:castlebravo: I'd suggest Shadeleaf
:sword Good call. Ok Spam, you'll be going with Faith, Anthem and Punchout to the Speed-Dating Place. Hohoho, you're in my group with Shadeleaf. These guys are serious monologouers and are well versed in maniacal laughter, so you'll definitely get a lot of power from them.
:santa: Just one question: What shape are they in? Are they human shaped? I'd really like to know where their groins are. :twisted:
*What our other noble (or not so noble) heroes may or may not realize (or may not even care about) is that Kkhohoho's evil nature has been increasing as of late. Stay tuned next time...scratch that. Stay tuned some time in the near or not-so-near future for the possibly shocking or not so shocking revelations of...KKHOHOHO!!! :santa:
:sword All human shape and all male. You're not the first to think of kicking them.
:spam: "YAAAAAY! I get to go with Punchout! Where are the penguins!?"
:punchout2 *snaps fingers to create penguins* No penguins until after the sting, Spammy. Let's go.
*snatches a penguin and squeezes it full of love*
:spam: Okay, I'm ready now. *follows Punchout*
*just happens to be decomping on his favorite couch at the PALS HQ*
Quote from: Deaths Jester on September 26, 2007, 08:27:53 AM
*just happens to be decomping on his favorite couch at the PALS HQ*
:eyebrow: { I don't know if you're familiar with the works of Flann O'Brien and his take on atomic theory and its implications for molecular exchange, but at the rate you're going we'll soon have to start bringing the sofa on missions with us and leaving you here in the base as a decorative item of furniture...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on September 28, 2007, 10:21:28 AM
Quote from: Deaths Jester on September 26, 2007, 08:27:53 AM
*just happens to be decomping on his favorite couch at the PALS HQ*
:eyebrow: { I don't know if you're familiar with the works of Flann O'Brien and his take on atomic theory and its implications for molecular exchange, but at the rate you're going we'll soon have to start bringing the sofa on missions with us and leaving you here in the base as a decorative item of furniture...
*looks up from his place on the couch*
Hmmmm....ye have a point. Course when ye think about it...wouldn't the couch be more useful on missions anyways? I mean, I make a really great looking end table...
*continues to slowly decompose on the couch...which for some odd reason opens a portal to some infernal plane allowing a load of untamed demons free to rumage through the PALS HQ*
:sword *returns from a successful sting to see demons running amok.* One thing after another. Yo! Demons! There's a guy named Timothy Pendragon who would love your company.
Demons: Woohoo! Give us the location and we'll leave your decomp alone.
:sword Will an EKG work?
Demons: Sure. We can track him by that.
:sword *hands over a readout of Pendragon's brainwaves.* There you go.
Demons: Bye! *fly off shrieking like OZian monkeys*
Quote from: Sword on October 17, 2007, 01:26:30 PM
:sword *returns from a successful sting to see demons running amok.* One thing after another. Yo! Demons! There's a guy named Timothy Pendragon who would love your company.
Demons: Woohoo! Give us the location and we'll leave your decomp alone.
:sword Will an EKG work?
Demons: Sure. We can track him by that.
:sword *hands over a readout of Pendragon's brainwaves.* There you go.
Demons: Bye! *fly off shrieking like OZian monkeys*
*awakens from his slumber for a second and looks around*
Hey...where'd the butler demons go?!?!?! I had just hired them a few hours ago to help keep this place up!!!!
*looks around for the rest of teh PALS members*
Hey..where'd everyone go? Hello??? *voice echoes through the empty halls of the HG*
Hmmm...looks like I have the place all to myself...I guess it's NAKED TIME!!!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *leaping into view from a hiding place in the continuity Æther* I say, Mr. Jester! Let's not offend the gods or Mr. Premonitioner, who has already requested elsewhere that you refrain from engaging in such acts of gross indecency. *dissolves into a cloud of non-commitment*
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Prat in the Hat
:eyebrow: :blink: { We're going to have to have the contents of every room he enters napalmed...
*attempts to enter Sword's quarters are met with a hastily scrawled note on the door detailing something about a time travel adventure, along with the "Superhero Action BINGO Card" with Sword's name on the top, almost entirely filled. Conspiciously absent are "Yo Mama Contest with Dracula" and "Fighting the Communist SuperMonkeys"*
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on November 14, 2007, 01:35:44 PM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :o { *leaping into view from a hiding place in the continuity Æther* I say, Mr. Jester! Let's not offend the gods or Mr. Premonitioner, who has already requested elsewhere that you refrain from engaging in such acts of gross indecency. *dissolves into a cloud of non-commitment*
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Prat in the Hat
When the 'ell did he say that?!?!?! I never heard any of that...and I'm always doing acts of gross indecency..I mean come on...I'm missing half my face?!?!?!
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on November 15, 2007, 12:04:07 PM
:eyebrow: :blink: { We're going to have to have the contents of every room he enters napalmed...
Ohhh...napalm!!!
* Suddenly, and with a mighty thump, the entire thread takes a firm kick in the seat of the pants. Everyone is scattered about the mansion with shocked looks on their faces. As they start to pick themselves up and take stock of this situation, they are sent flying with a second, even more forceful strike *
:eyebrow: :o { By the All Seeing Eye! What in the name of all that's spectral was that all about!?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { Well sir, I believe that the first strike was merely an opening shot, designed to set us up for the second, more meaningful strike.
:eyebrow: :huh: { The second strike you say? Well I never. And what was so meaningful about that second strike then?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { I would have thought it obvious sir. The thread has been rebooted.
*falls off hsi couch*
What the?!?!?! Rebootie-ing again...already?!?!?!?!
*ponders the inner meaning of lint*
:spam: "PAAAAAARRRRTTTTYYYYY!!!"
*lights up a disco ball and turns on some funky music*
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Spam on February 23, 2008, 09:52:40 PM
:spam: "PAAAAAARRRRTTTTYYYYY!!!"
*lights up a disco ball and turns on some funky music*
FORIAMSPAM!
*Takes the disco ball and plays bowling with it.*
:santa: Since it's been so long, I figured we could retcon the existing storyline! :) *Gets a boot to the head for breaking the fourth wall. Rolls a strike. Gets another boot to the head.*
:spam: "Well... at least the music is still playing... not unless if kkhohoho plays bowling with the stereo, too..."
FORIAMSPAM!
Quote from: Spam on February 24, 2008, 05:42:47 AM
:spam: "... not unless if kkhohoho plays bowling with the stereo, too..."
FORIAMSPAM!
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :huh: { I say...Lane...erm...could you...?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/laneicon.gif) :| { I do apologise, sir. I do not believe Master Spam's syntax can be rehabilitated.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { Ah well, Lane. Nothing for it then, eh what? *pats Spam on the head and speaks very slowly* There's a good monkey. Back to your typewriter, now.
Richard III awaits!
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
*slowly fades into the thread, wavering like a hologram*
:sword my apologies, comrades. I have found myself trapped in a world where gorillas pilot dirigibles, and where prussian war machines engage in physical combat with nazi supersoldiers. I am using Dr Methuselah's Chronoton Amplifier to communicate. I shall return... eventually.
*image fades out*
Quote from: Sword on February 26, 2008, 04:40:32 AM
*slowly fades into the thread, wavering like a hologram*
:sword my apologies, comrades. I have found myself trapped in a world where gorillas pilot dirigibles, and where prussian war machines engage in physical combat with nazi supersoldiers. I am using Dr Methuselah's Chronoton Amplifier to communicate. I shall return... eventually.
*image fades out*
Avast....gorillas pilot dirigibles....the Prussian war machines engaging in combat with Nazi Supersoldiers....trapped in another world....mein gott...I daresay Sword might need out combined might...well at least everyone but me...I mean, I can't go leave my couch all alone for an extended amount of time...who knows what could happen!!
:eyebrow: { Given the amount of time that it has spent in contact with your unctious person DJ, I daresay the couch can likely repel any potential attackers in your absence.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *TPB turns to face The Phantom Eyebrow with an uncharacteristic look of high seriousness making a strong impression on his own corporeal brow* Is it about a bicycle, then?
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on March 02, 2008, 07:55:01 AM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *TPB turns to face The Phantom Eyebrow with an uncharacteristic look of high seriousness making a strong impression on his own corporeal brow* Is it about a bicycle, then?
:eyebrow: { Heh. You were always something of a man of letters, ow_tiobe_sb. Indeed, I have before (in the past) suggested that the osmotic exchange between DJ and his sofa might well be accurately described by the Atomic Theory of Bicycles. Have you noticed how slouched his posture is these days? I shouldn't be surprised to learn that the couch has by now acquired a fondness for the odd nip of whiskey, and that loose change can be found hidden in DJ's crevices...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 05, 2008, 12:08:06 PM
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on March 02, 2008, 07:55:01 AM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :unsure: { *TPB turns to face The Phantom Eyebrow with an uncharacteristic look of high seriousness making a strong impression on his own corporeal brow* Is it about a bicycle, then?
:eyebrow: { Heh. You were always something of a man of letters, ow_tiobe_sb. Indeed, I have before (in the past) suggested that the osmotic exchange between DJ and his sofa might well be accurately described by the Atomic Theory of Bicycles. Have you noticed how slouched his posture is these days? I shouldn't be surprised to learn that the couch has by now acquired a fondness for the odd nip of whiskey, and that loose change can be found hidden in DJ's crevices...
*digs through his crevices*
Ohhh....a nickel and a quarter....wow!! I didn't know I could do that!! Oh well, at least now I can afford a new bottle of vodka to share with me bed. Now who's going to go out and save Sword?
-DJ
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { Never you mind about your theories, Eyebrow. I make it a habit of stealing Death's Jester and hiding him in the brush every Monday to help that couch maintain as much of its couchhood as possible. Of course, I always grease his chain, tighten his brakes, and polish his seat before returning him to his rightful owner. 'Tis all for the best, you understand.
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Deep End Diving Into Itself
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on March 05, 2008, 06:50:46 PM
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :) { Never you mind about your theories, Eyebrow. I make it a habit of stealing Death's Jester and hiding him in the brush every Monday to help that couch maintain as much of its couchhood as possible. Of course, I always grease his chain, tighten his brakes, and polish his seat before returning him to his rightful owner. 'Tis all for the best, you understand.
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and The Deep End Diving Into Itself
Ahhh..but what Tiobe never notices is that he's stealing a normal cadaver and greasing it's chains and all, while I sneak back and return to me grand couch. It's all part of my secret plan to have a pet couch!!!!!
*at that moment a portal to Nowhere(tm) opens beneath the couch of DJ, closing before it can consume DJ as well*
Quote from: Sword on March 06, 2008, 02:00:22 PM
*at that moment a portal to Nowhere(tm) opens beneath the couch of DJ, closing before it can consume DJ as well*
Ack!!! ME COUCH!!!! What evil hast swiped me grand pet couch!!! Whoever it maybe shall pay for this!!! Pay dearly!!!!
Quote from: Deaths Jester on March 06, 2008, 02:24:44 PM
Ack!!! ME COUCH!!!! What evil hast swiped me grand pet couch!!! Whoever it maybe shall pay for this!!! Pay dearly!!!!
:eyebrow: { I see there's a CD of 80's covers free in the paper today DJ. Perhaps this might help you with the pain...
* Sticks on Paul Young *
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 15, 2008, 03:57:42 AM
Quote from: Deaths Jester on March 06, 2008, 02:24:44 PM
Ack!!! ME COUCH!!!! What evil hast swiped me grand pet couch!!! Whoever it maybe shall pay for this!!! Pay dearly!!!!
:eyebrow: { I see there's a CD of 80's covers free in the paper today DJ. Perhaps this might help you with the pain...
* Sticks on Paul Young *
ARGHHHH!!! Me couch missing and '80s music playing?!?!?!?!? ARGHHHH!!! What bloody 'ell hath I fallen into?!?!?!? Please someone tell me it's all a dream and I'm going to wake up on me favorite couch! TELL ME!!! TELLL MEEEEE!!!!!
Quote from: Deaths Jester on March 16, 2008, 10:43:44 AM
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 15, 2008, 03:57:42 AM
Quote from: Deaths Jester on March 06, 2008, 02:24:44 PM
Ack!!! ME COUCH!!!! What evil hast swiped me grand pet couch!!! Whoever it maybe shall pay for this!!! Pay dearly!!!!
:eyebrow: { I see there's a CD of 80's covers free in the paper today DJ. Perhaps this might help you with the pain...
* Sticks on Paul Young *
ARGHHHH!!! Me couch missing and '80s music playing?!?!?!?!? ARGHHHH!!! What bloody 'ell hath I fallen into?!?!?!? Please someone tell me it's all a dream and I'm going to wake up on me favorite couch! TELL ME!!! TELLL MEEEEE!!!!!
:santa: It's all a dream and you're going to wake up on your favorite couch, but the dream won't end unless you are completely dead, and since you're already dead, the only way for that to happen would be to blow up every atom of your body. Does death by nuclear bomb suit your fancy?
*another portal opens on the wall, and out flies DJ's couch, cleaned and scotchguarded*
A note on the couch reads "Compliments of the Sentient Couch League of Dimension 213.56"
Quote from: Sword on March 18, 2008, 02:01:29 PM
*another portal opens on the wall, and out flies DJ's couch, cleaned and scotchguarded*
A note on the couch reads "Compliments of the Sentient Couch League of Dimension 213.56"
:eyebrow: *falling to knees dramatically* { NOOOOOoooooo!!! You've CLEANED the COUCH!? You bastards! That rancid accumulation was the (very) essence of the Jester. Every time you scrubbed that couch you took a piece of him with you.
:eyebrow: { He's not half the man he used to be now.
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 18, 2008, 06:00:22 PM
Quote from: Sword on March 18, 2008, 02:01:29 PM
*another portal opens on the wall, and out flies DJ's couch, cleaned and scotchguarded*
A note on the couch reads "Compliments of the Sentient Couch League of Dimension 213.56"
:eyebrow: *falling to knees dramatically* { NOOOOOoooooo!!! You've CLEANED the COUCH!? You bastards! That rancid accumulation was the (very) essence of the Jester. Every time you scrubbed that couch you took a piece of him with you.
:eyebrow: { He's not half the man he used to be now.
:santa: Sadly, that's not saying much...
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on March 18, 2008, 06:00:22 PM
Quote from: Sword on March 18, 2008, 02:01:29 PM
*another portal opens on the wall, and out flies DJ's couch, cleaned and scotchguarded*
A note on the couch reads "Compliments of the Sentient Couch League of Dimension 213.56"
:eyebrow: *falling to knees dramatically* { NOOOOOoooooo!!! You've CLEANED the COUCH!? You bastards! That rancid accumulation was the (very) essence of the Jester. Every time you scrubbed that couch you took a piece of him with you.
:eyebrow: { He's not half the man he used to be now.
Gahhhh!!!! I've lost half of myself...AGAIN!!! Why the 'ell doth this always happen....sure it's good for loosing weight...but still I don't need to loose anymore weight!!!
*yo-yo's a yo-yo*
:spam: "So like, where is everybody?"
Quote from: Spam on May 13, 2008, 08:37:19 PM
*yo-yo's a yo-yo*
:spam: "So like, where is everybody?"
OOG: "Where were you" is more like it. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think you've shown your face at all from late March to early May.
IG: :santa: Off taking a vacation.
OOG: Guess you're right.
IG: :spam: *goes on Kkhohoho's vacation*
EPIC FAIL!
Quote from: Raijin on July 10, 2008, 11:05:26 AM
EPIC FAIL!
*Gets back with Spam from the vacation, and hears Raijin say "EPIC FAIL!".
:santa: Excuse me? It's not my fault you didn't get to go to...wherever we went to! :angry:
OOG: Would PAL's members like to reenter the game, or should we just get rid of the thread? I'm serious.
when are u ever serious unko man? i meen kokokokho.
getting rid of the thread would be...EPIC FAIL!
*awakens from his comatose slumber on his couch*
"What the?!?!?! Did someone say something?!?!?!"
*Reenters the premises to execute Raijin with extreme prejudice*
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) :angry: { In accordance with the authority granted me by the Studio 54 Disaster, I hereby declare Raijin an enemy of the state, persona non grata, and a notorious lover of paisley (not Pàislig). Artmen, attack!
*A mob of purple-suited enforcers wearing top hats and armed with paintbrushes storms the room and forms a neat pile atop what used to be Raijin's head. When the smoke clears and the Artmen withdraw, all that remains is a small triptych of Her Royal Majesty, Queen Victoria; Albert of Saxe-Coburg, the Prince Consort; and Prince Edward.*
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
:eyebrow: { Pah, loada nonsense. Everyone knows that 'epic fail' is nothing but an anagram of 'facile pi'.
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on July 10, 2008, 04:01:27 PM
:eyebrow: { Pah, loada nonsense. Everyone knows that 'epic fail' is nothing but an anagram of 'facile pi'.
:santa: Ah yes! Facile Pi! :D... :)... ^_^... :mellow:... :huh:...What
is facile pi?
Quote from: kkhohoho on July 10, 2008, 11:11:58 PM
:santa: Ah yes! Facile Pi! :D... :)... ^_^... :mellow:... :huh:...What is facile pi?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) ^_^ { Why, 'tis the greasy wheel, of course, which gets...erm...whatever it desires!
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
Quote from: ow_tiobe_sb on July 11, 2008, 09:59:33 AM
Quote from: kkhohoho on July 10, 2008, 11:11:58 PM
:santa: Ah yes! Facile Pi! :D... :)... ^_^... :mellow:... :huh:...What is facile pi?
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/ow_tiobe_sb/phantombunburyisticon.gif) ^_^ { Why, 'tis the greasy wheel, of course, which gets...erm...whatever it desires!
ow_tiobe_sb
Phantom Bunburyist and Fop o' th' Morning
Ohhhh...so I get whatever I desire?!?!?!?!?! Ohh...I want...no, that's to easy...ummm...give me a minute...
Quote from: Deaths Jester on July 12, 2008, 09:22:53 AM
Ohhhh...so I get whatever I desire?!?!?!?!?! Ohh...I want...no, that's to easy...ummm...give me a minute...
* At this, the celestial Powers-that-Be grant DJ his minute *
"Take these 60 seconds and use them wisely, oh moribund merry-maker" they say, all imperious-like.
Quote from: The Phantom Eyebrow on July 18, 2008, 04:26:38 PM
Quote from: Deaths Jester on July 12, 2008, 09:22:53 AM
Ohhhh...so I get whatever I desire?!?!?!?!?! Ohh...I want...no, that's to easy...ummm...give me a minute...
* At this, the celestial Powers-that-Be grant DJ his minute *
"Take these 60 seconds and use them wisely, oh moribund merry-maker" they say, all imperious-like.
"Ohhhh...a free 60 seconds to do anything....ohhhh what great...."*quickly DJ's 60 free seconds of desires vanishes away*
"Your 60 seconds are up, oh moribund one" the powers-that-be say.
"WHAT?!?!?!?! ARGHHHH!!!!!"