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Post by B on Sept 17, 2006 21:01:24 GMT -5
(Nothing too random that it will destroy the roleplay.)
STARS Alpha team was flying around the forest searching for their allies. "Look Chris!" Jill Christmas yelled as the man with a small mustache looked at her. "Ich heisse Hitler, bloedmann!" (My name is Hitler, stupid moron!) The girl looked at him and smiled. "You can eat when we're done with this mission Chris." The German male smacked his head whilst saying "Aber mich!? ich moechte erfolg eingefahren mein truppenteil." (Why me!? I should have brought my troops.) Thus the chopper landed. The members got out and searched the helicopter finding nothing but many narcotics which the crew leader, Whisker, quickly obtained. The group was then attacked by dogs. The remaining survivors have trapped themselves in an abandoned berlesk (sp?) house, Chris (Hitler) is no where to be found...
(Crummy translations, but close enough.)
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Sept 17, 2006 22:18:08 GMT -5
Limping down the street (after a particularly bad stub) I tried to catch a bus... which promptly left before I got there...
"Gonna be late for work" I whispered anxiously, jumping around, "On my first da-- I have got to get that..." A sharply dressed mannequin stared at me through the window.
Humming ZZ-Top, I walked home to grab my bike. Riding up the street, I heard cat calls all the way...
"I wonder what that was..." peeling a "touch me" sticker off the new pants, I realized that these do feel good... "what an interesting first day."
"welcome to Ambrulla Carpertion" the blonde behind the counter slurred, through taking another swig of vodka-water.
"Talented, look, I'm here to start today, any chance I could get a-"
"Soda?"
"No."
"Fishing rod?"
"No. A-"
"French manicure?"
"No, A-"
"Davinci?"
"well yes, but-"
It went on like this for a good half hour...
"A MAP!"
"Why didn't ju zay so?"
"I tried, but-"
"you were eating peanut butter?"
"No."
"you fell asleep?"
"No."
"you were dancing the Hokey Pokey?"
My first day in a nutshell...
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Post by B on Sept 17, 2006 22:36:22 GMT -5
Hitler ran and ran until he came to a building in a town. He walked in a saw another man and a receptionist. Hitler approached the receptionist and spoke up. "Wer zum teufel ja du!? Nun ist guter rat!?" (Who the f*ck are you!? Where am I!?) The receptionist smiled. 'Luckily I know many types of languages' she thought and began to speak up. "Da banane zigarre fabrike demanaluke" (There banana cigar factory ??(unknown word)) "..." Hitler stared at her blankly for a while.
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Post by V on Sept 19, 2006 18:27:12 GMT -5
Suddenly, the roof cave in, and down from it, fell an umbrella helicopter, with a Big H on the slab of concrete and steel re-bar. which mean...the heliport collapsed. The pilot, probably equally confused as a duck on pancakes, emerged from the piloting room, to examine the damage. The pilot was a Chinese woman in her late 20's...probably illegal to the country. "Hmm...having been an expert in aviation mechanics...I'd have to say..." After a moments contemplation, she came to this conclusion. "Yep...she ain't goin' anywhere...I wonder what I'm hauling." She produced a clipboard from what seemed to be nowhere, and read the file. "Hmm...5 pounds of silverware...5 pounds of goldware...5 pounds bronzeware...OH!! Here's a big one...750 pounds of...Escargot? Oh well. Might as well eat some snail." She disappeared into the helicopter for a second, came out with a heavy looking crate, with a poorly drawn picture of a snail, a French flag colored incorrectly, and an attached note. It reads 'NO OPEN!! There are no experimental chemicals in this crate.' Again, the woman put her hand on her chin, and thought about it.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Sept 24, 2006 19:16:08 GMT -5
"Hey Julie!"
"Hi ju!"
"You okay?"
"Yez I'm fime."
"Alright..." lovable, ain't she?
"Meetings today?"
"Luck at vu nue pupir, i's up tu dit." Julie said, taking another swig from the seemingly unemptying bottle.
"I'll just look at the board room paper..."
Meatings On Tusday
§ Jon Winbldon
§blah blah
§no one cares
§yakity-yak
§someone unimportant
"You know, My name's spelled wrong..."
"OH! diz I? Heres, I'll mack a nue 'un"
"Thank you."
"Nose prublims! Is diz righ?" she handed me the freshly printed paper.
"My name does not have a 'Q', a 'Z', a '2', or a Batman Symbol!"
"Nah... iz jus ju..."
"Okay." second day and I already got a face to face with the boss... damn...
"So, what are we creating in there, anyways?"
"Uhhh... FOOT CREAM! Yeah, that's it... foot cream..." The boss fumbled
"Then why does the door say 'danger, toxic fumes'?"
"Okay, we're a sewage treatment plant..."
"Do you even know what goes on in there?"
"Not entirely..."
"umm-hmmm..."
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