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RESPONSE: I am armed, with an army of Celtic warriors at my back as I stand tall on the chariot I ride. My wild blue eyes are fixed on the Vikings, and I charge towards them! The wardogs go first. Some die, others tear the Vikings a new one! The battle isn't too long, and at the end, I have the head of the Viking leader strapped to my belt.
SCENARIO: It's very very late, and time to go to sleep
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RESPONSE: Enkerzed makes excuses and avoids actually going to sleep.
SCENARIO: Enkerzed is attacked by hickey-giving gay zombies.
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RESPONSE: *Swoops in to save him* RUN ENK! *Gets out, leaves to Australia, safe and sound*
SCENARIO: You owe me. *Intense stare* How much money you got?
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RESPONSE: Enough to buy a fence post like this http://www.downbeast.com/FencePost.jpg
SCENARIO: You are now writing a post
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RESPONSE: Yep, and you should go to bed.
SCENARIO: I frolic off into the writing world and leave you to go to bed.
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RESPONSE: Shoots the frolicking deer like in Bambi and puts her on the hood of my truck. Mmhmm.
SCENARIO: Nobody speaks the same language anymore.
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RESPONSE: *In several different languages* What? Huh? I don't know what you're saying.
SCENARIO: A rolling stone the size of a car comes hurtling towards a cat in a basket in the middle of the road! The name of the cat? ENK!
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RESPONSE: "Goodbye, cruel world," cries Enk. Enk dies, using up a life, and comes back.
SCENARIO: Clouds become solid enough to walk on and "gravity" flips upside-down. Only problem is that clouds can disperse, grow smaller or turn into storms. (Actually sounds like an entertaining RP.)
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RESPONSE: Thinks this is great, but being me, I happen to miss each cloud and spiral off into space....
SCENARIO: You wake up, and all you can see in the faces of all your loved ones, is the face of Obama.
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RESPONSE: -_- Can it just be the color? Most of my loved ones are pale, so having more color would be good. If not just color, then...wakes up from nightmare. "Whew, for a second there, the world got really non-unique."
SCENARIO: There is no good and no evil. There is neither right nor wrong. It's chaos if innocence conquers and chaos if sin conquers.
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RESPONSE: Is what this? My, Think any don't is sense makes I....$%$? Take long walks- CANDY. *bark bark* I KILL YOU. Sandwich has good paricka. Make it out like what the kids have goldfish makes zamoofa, kat dog? Is replace fact to I think makes good. NO GIVE THOUGHT TO PAST NO-NO's!
Translation: I don't think that makes any sense, my friend. We need right and wrong, good and bad, and so on. For things like a proper thought process wouldn't be capable if that was true.
SCENARIO: I stabbed someone. O_O
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RESPONSE: Unfortunately spoons don't go very deep.
SCENARIO: You can only use each word once in all posts.
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RESPONSE: Well, that sucks for a guy named 'You'. Fortunately I am Rum. :P So there.
SCENARIO: The person known as Krie and April, isn't allowed to use the letter 'e' in any posts until further notice.
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RESPONSE: Oh, well, that's fine. I'm not "Krie or April". I'm Kriemedean.
SCENARIO: You must eat fish and mushrooms (nonpoisonous).
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RESPONSE: *eats them, barfs* Ugh! Disgusting!
SCENARIO: Fine, the one known as 'Kriemedean' and 'April' and 'Rumxcoke's sister' must not use the letter 'e' in any of it's forms, until further notice. :P
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RESPONSE: further notice
SCENARIO: Rumxcoke must forsake all things Irish, Gaelic and Celtic.
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RESPONSE: *Forsakes it for the split second of a jiffy, then never ever again* Nyah!
SCENARIO: Kriemedean has to admit, on the next post, that I am taller than her, and that she is shorter than Enk!
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RESPONSE: I am shorter than them both in body, but among my people of fairyfolk I am the tallest. The women swoon at my feet and the men grumble in envy.
SCENARIO: Rumxcoke swears that she will visit her sister Kriemedean in three months. :3
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RESPONSE: Oh, how I wish I could do that! But, unfortunately, I have limited funds. Unless, of course, Krie comes down to visit me. ^_^
SCENARIO: A person gives Krie all the money she needs for her HBBS and a floating island.
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RESPONSE: YAY!
SCENARIO: Rumxcoke gets black hair, but loses curls forever.
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RESPONSE: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
SCENARIO: I get curls back, and my hair turns back, but gives me a more red color. PLUS, I keep my soul! BUT, Krie's hair turns flame red!
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RESPONSE: It rains and I go bald from the drizzle. "Better than being ginger." :P
SCENARIO: Rumxcoke must speak in sign language or brail.
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RESPONSE: I do this, but then she can't see it, because it's in my head. HA!
SCENARIO: Krie is stuck in a room with two men. (I know who they are, and so does she. One we both talked to on call, and one I haven't spoken to yet. Both are blond, and both are smitten with her)
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RESPONSE: *uncomfortable* SINCE SOMEONE WOULD NOT TALK IN BRAIL, SO I TALK IN EMOTION. *flitters away*
SCENARIO: Rumxcoke is never able to role-play again.
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RESPONSE: O_O *dies*
SCENARIO: Resurrects. "Thats right. I cheated." *Krie has a mouse attached to his toe.
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RESPONSE: Catdog attacks my foot.
SCENARIO: Rumxcoke will always agree with her brother, except when it will cause disagreement.
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Response: *Giggles*
Scenario: Hands out a hat to everyone and insists that they wear them.
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RESPONSE: I call the Santa hat! ...Come, children, sit on my lap. I am the man who breaks into your house and gives you candy that you ARE allowed to eat. I also watch you sleep and kiss your Mommies.
SCENARIO: You find yourself turned into a hand puppet.
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Response: For the love of the gods! *raises a tiny balled fist at you*
Scenario: Kriemedean suddenly finds herself magically suspended with her Santa Hat on above a tank of Alligator Snapping Turtles..
Be back later.
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RESPONSE: "Don't worry, Tootsey the Toe-Mouse. We will get out of this somehow.
SCENARIO: Enkitty leaps to our rescue and gnaws on Tootsey. Meanwhile, the fairy of Beauty and the Beast turns you into furniture. (Nothing dirty now; there be kiddies about.)