G-Bitez: Hangover

Stephen didn't want to wake up. The weather outside was typical Canada winter, all snow and frost and biting cold, and all he wanted to do was curl up in his big comfy bed and hibernate. The only problem was that Noodle wasn't there to share it, but he could take or leave that as long as it meant he didn't have to leave the bed. And, on top of that, he had a throbbing headache that, he suspected, might have had something to do with last night's celebrations.

But for some reason, breathing through his nose was a problem. So he had to get up to fix that, and that meant getting out of bed. For some reason, his antlers felt rather heavy, and it took a bit more effort to lift his head off of the pillow than it usually did, making him grunt as he hauled himself upright. As far as he knew, they'd never grown as heavy as this - in fact, as he pawed sleepily as his own face, he was pretty sure they didn't rustle, either...

And that was when the clown nose fell off.

"What?" he asked, still half-awake and very confused.

It was to be the start to a very long morning indeed. 

Predator (NSFW)

WARNING: The following post contains horror themes and material that certain readers may find upsetting. Reader discretion is advised.  

"Daddy...?"

The man stared from within the doorway of the freezer room, eyes wide with fear, rifle clutched in trembling hands.

"What the hell have you done...?" he gasped.

Stand By Me

WARNING: The following post contains material that certain readers may find upsetting. Reader discretion is advised.

~AUSTRALIA, EARTH ZF-02~

Approx. Twenty Years in the Future...

"Bee?"

"Yeah, Vee?"

The fire crackled, a badly-applied splat of scarlet and orange against the inky black canvas of the desert sand. The sky above was not quite dark, the last flickers of an evening sun daubing the edge of the horizon in duck-egg blue that faded to navy. Stars dotted the plane like the painter of this ongoing metaphor has lost all patience and was now just randomly flicking his brush at his own easel in frustration with the world in general. And, at the very edge of the splat, sat two figures - one blond, the other brunet, lazily draped within the back seat of a mud-splattered car of unidentifiable make.

The brunet, Vee, had turned open, honest green eyes towards his companion, Bee, as he spoke. His voice was the voice of the quiet, gentle European boy down the road who helped with the shopping, and should not have come from what looked like a wind-battered drifter, sand and grit stuck in his spiky brown hair. He looked too young - both did, somewhere in the awkward transition between teens and adulthood. And yet their dishevelled appearance granted them the look of people who had been dealt a bum hand in the great poker game of life, and had no choice but to keep plowing through the dirt to carry on.

"You ever wonder how long we've been doing this?" Vee continued.

Dirkmas 2 Epilogue: Presents

"Hey, bro."

"Yes, Dirk?"

"CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAS!"

"Pfffft, I know, I know. Come on, let's go open our presents already~!"

"Race you to open them all first!"

-------

"Hey, Pit! I hope everything's going fine!

"You gave me that ring, so I thought I'd get you something in return... I made it with the help of a couple friends, and I hope you like it...

"And I can't wait to see you again! I promise I'll be there on the spaceship the very day you come back! I love you, Merry Christmas, and say hi to Dirk for me!"

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"D'aaaaaw, that's brilliant~!"

"It really is. And look, she got me a third-eye pendant! Just like the one she wears!"

"Aw, that's awesome! Wear it when you go out on dinner dates with her!"

"Sure will! Oh, Dirk, just remembered - you never told me what you were getting Josephine!"

"...Weeeeell..."

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"Yo, Josephine,

"I know you;re fond of ridiculously huge or OP guns, so I got you this:

"It's called the Electrodriver. It shoots shurikens and lightning. That is literally all you need to know.

"Have an awesome Christmas, and love you loads!

"Dirky xxx"

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"..."

"shut up"

"Pffffft, that's our Dirky!"

"SHUT UP"

"Bahahahahahah~!"

Platform Cute for the Diabetes Train Service to D'aaaaw

So, here's all the lyrics to Rain's take on "Part of Your World" without the narrative bits in between. I had so much fun with this song, and I hope you have fun listening to the original song while you read this.

Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you say my collection’s complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the prince, the boy who has everything?

Back at my home, there’s treasure untold.

How many secrets can Outworld’s Krypt hold?
Looking around here, you’d think, “Yeah, he's got everything.”

I've got daggers and nunchucks a-plenty.
I've got gemstones and gold by the ton.
You want finely-pressed suits? I've got twenty!
But who cares? Well, not me. That’s no fun.

I want to be where the mortals are.
I want to see, want to see them dancing,
Ever so light on their – pass me that brandy.
Ah - feet!

Stuck on a throne, you don't get too far.

Wealth’s not required for jumping, dancing,
Strolling along down the – how much did this cost?
Street.

Down where they walk, down where they run,

Down where they play all day in the sun.
Wandering free, wish I could be
Part of that world.

What would I give if I could live

Far from that hustle?
What would I pay to spend a day
Warm on the sand?

Bet in your land, they understand.

Bet they don’t make their princes bustle.
Bright young meadows, lacking shadows.
Where would I stand?

I’m ready to know what the mortals know.

Ask them my questions and get some answers.
What's Firaga, and what makes it – how you say?
Burn?

When's it my turn? I want to go,
Go to explore that world down below.

No wealth for me...
Wish I could be...
Part of your world.

A Delicious Tangent

An innocent Skype conversation about fictional marriages goes horribly wrong. BE WARNED: Spoilers for future RP events!


For Future Reference: Mari is AlextheJanitor, Jake is Del and Tom is me.

[18:20:00] Jake Newton: Now here's a thing
[18:20:14] Jake Newton: Jonesy's nickname is based on her surname
[18:20:21] Jake Newton: so what happens when she's married?
[18:20:24] Jake Newton: Will she keep it?
[18:20:34] Thomas Newton: Just call her Amanda
[18:20:37] Thomas Newton: it's easier
[18:20:39] Mari Fortuna: Mandy!
[18:20:43] Jake Newton: No
[18:20:51] Jake Newton: Mandy sounds like a middle-aged woman
[18:20:53] Mari Fortuna: lolz
[18:21:06] Thomas Newton: it does, doesn't it?
[18:21:10] Jake Newton: Maybe she can be Mandy later in life
[18:21:11] Jake Newton: but not now
[18:21:17] Mari Fortuna: heh
[18:21:24] Mari Fortuna: you don't need logic for nicknames
[18:21:38] Thomas Newton: I've had a horrible idea
[18:21:44] Thomas Newton: like, between the weddings
[18:21:49] Jake Newton: no
[18:21:51] Mari Fortuna: yes
[18:21:51] Jake Newton: stop
[18:21:58] Mari Fortuna: continue
[18:22:00] Jake Newton: doooooooon't
[18:22:04] Mari Fortuna: dooooo
[18:22:10] Thomas Newton: which one do you want me to do?
[18:22:14] Thomas Newton: aaaaagh peer pressure
[18:22:24] Jake Newton: stoooooooooooooooooooopppppp
[18:22:27] Mari Fortuna: do it
[18:22:30] Thomas Newton: fine
[18:22:36] Thomas Newton: here goes nothing
[18:22:37] Mari Fortuna: and I will..do something
[18:22:53] Thomas Newton: Chocolate Jonesy vs. Rain Sundae
[18:22:58] Thomas Newton: or Raincake
[18:23:15] Mari Fortuna: ...nobody wants to be the judge of that
[18:23:26] Mari Fortuna: xD
[18:23:45] Jake Newton: All righ', if no-one else will...
[18:23:49] Jake Newton: :(
[18:24:01] Mari Fortuna: oh lawd Del
[18:24:12] Mari Fortuna: Del, Zeph, and Alex are judges
[18:24:18] Mari Fortuna: by how embarassed they get
[18:24:19] Mari Fortuna: :D
[18:24:25] Jake Newton: Firs' tah finish wins
[18:24:32] Jake Newton: go
[18:24:32] Jake Newton: please
[18:24:35] Jake Newton: just go
[18:24:36] Thomas Newton: I was thinking which of the couples finishes their "treat" fastest wins
[18:24:48] Thomas Newton: determined by votes and RNG
[18:24:59] Mari Fortuna: if it's chocolate jonesy, Erebus would eat her up no problem
[18:25:00] Jake Newton: ...
[18:25:05] Mari Fortuna: ...why do i keep using that
[18:25:13] Jake Newton: umm
[18:25:23] Thomas Newton: because it sounds delightfully wrong
[18:25:27] Jake Newton: Eat yer spouses?
[18:25:42] Jake Newton: kill me
[18:25:46] Mari Fortuna: KEEP IT PG
[18:25:49] Mari Fortuna: 13
[18:25:51] Thomas Newton: I am so blogging this
[18:25:55] Jake Newton: no
[18:26:00] Jake Newton: :O

One Coin, Two Sides

So, the RP last night was... odd, to say the least. On the one hand, Erebus and Pech went too far and crushed some Waddle-Dees, resulting in tears all round. On the other hand, Rain got high off an Alpha Snapture Ready and played Peter Pan with Stella.

I love this forum, I really do.

Anyway, Erebus and Jonesy's wedding is on the fourth of October, which means I have to prepare for Rain and Stella's wedding on the sixth in between bouts of Uni work. This means preparing invites the same way Del did, and probably some chat about themes, colour schemes, honeymoons and whatnot. So much to do, so little time...

Rain X Stella - A Retrospective

So, it's only a week or so before the marriage ceremony of Rain (Nick) and Stella. Might as well do a quick recap.

It doesn't seem so long ago since they first met. Stella, who was a babysitter back then, got drunk, made out with an equally-drunk Ilsaria and did some other drunken antics. Rain also got drunk, ranted a bit, snapped a photo and passed out. Few could have realised that it would have been the start of something more. I certaintly didn't, at any rate.

Next up was the incident where Stella was wounded by Regal and Ultima, and Rain looked after her by making some Victory Waffles and mixing a Happy Ending and BIG to share. Looking back on it, I really ought to have twigged that something was starting between them at that moment - I had a faint inkling back then, but after the disaster that was Stalker!Rain, I didn't think it would ever be possible. But that moment was so diabetes-sweet it was impossible for it to not go anywhere. Delmond Taggar was right when he said "Ah c'n see where this is goin'". Psychic, that man. Then after that was Rain's birthday, where a combination of Old Spice, a note from Alex and promises of a birthday dinner date dropped hints so blunt and obvious Sherlock Holmes would weep with dismay into his tea.

Of course, when you're going to declare love to someone, you really ought to do it in style. And no declaration of love is more true or epic than when you're being carried through the air by a half-demon roadie, blasting the kneecaps of a giant robot. I am somehow thankful that I made Eddie tease Rain the way he does, because then I don't think half of the stuff that ninja does to help his orator girlfriend would ever get done. Rain would never have gone into IYM and made Stella laugh, David would never have got her riled up enough for Zephyrus to work out she fancied that ninja, and a lot of other things that I may have not mentioned would have been glossed over.

Things got wacky afterwards. Rain took Stella on a trip through the air around town, and revealled his real (non-canon) name. Then he wore a tux, and persuaded Stel to move into this house with him (set up by Eddie, of course). Then there was cake, and they had a make-out session. Then there was Tridenland. Nick proposed. Then they went to a water park. The rest, they say, is history.

Looking back, RP'ing as what was originally meant to be a serious and snappish character in contrast to Eddie's cheery enthusiasm has gone way beyond what I expected. Thanks to Stella and her cheeriness, Nick has turned from your average, two-dimensional kombatant into a kind, considerate, compassionate soul who actually cares for his lover and his friends. Gone is the wanton brutality, the snide, condenscending remarks and the pent-up anger. Of all of the characters I have played, Nick seems to be the one who has truly developed - from one thing unto another. And it's all thanks to a certain prank-loving orator.

AlextheJanitor, for an RP'ing experience that totally snowballed in a direction I probably should have seen coming a mile off...

...I thank you.

Now, where did I leave that other song parody I was working on...?