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Gummert: Sarcasm meters calibrated..check.
Crawler: Perv-O circuits on...check.
Sparks: Like, hammer servos running...check.
B-pen: Me starting to get a migraine..check.
Gummert: Yup, we're ready..
>> Trill, or as she called herself, The Chosen One, had rolled
>>into town in an old Highwayman, and things had never been the same
>>since.
B-pen: <Vic> Boss! Watch out for the uranium reactor!
Gummert: She rolled into town, dressed in a higwayman, replaced Marcus as Mayor, and introduced the notion of red tape. Needless to say, NCR pulled out its hair..
>> The tribal was beautiful, capable, and very deadly.
Gummert: Stand back! I know karate, jujitsu and other dangerous sounding words!
Crawler: I ain't impressed.
Gummert: I have VD!
Crawler: AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIGGH!! *runs away!*
>>She had fixed the air purifier in the old uranium mine, ensuring the
>>survival of the small town.
B-pen:<Trill> Okay! I fixed the purifier! You don't have to worry about killing off the rest of the Wasteland now!
Gummert: And suddenly, from around Broken Hills, was a great rumbling....birds fell from the sky, radscorpions chittered away, and deathclaws ran screaming back to their dens.
B-pen: <Trill>It's times like these that I'm thankful for the Enclave, for inventing these air-independent Advanced Power Armor.
Crawler: <Myron>Whoa...I think I just found something with a bigger kick than Jet...*faints*
>>Not only that, she had prevented a potential fight between the
>>mutant and human populace
B-pen: Hey! I had twenty bucks riding on Francis.....damn,
Gummert: She is going to hear from Don King very, very soon.
>>all within a week.
B-pen: Eh? Correct me if I'm wrong..but by this time, the Chosen One was SUPPOSED to have the Highwayman. Therefore, the trip to New Reno would take barely two days...and the rest of the quests take barely four hours..
Gummert: Now WHO'S nitpicking...
B-pen: I call it preserving the fourth wall.
Crawler: Oops, I think I broke it again..
>>And that was just Broken Hills.
B-pen: And that was how the West was won.
Gummert: Cherokee say: Use magic stick.
All: Injoke parade!!
B-pen: I love annoying our readers..
Gummert: Bluepen..fourth wall, remember?
>>The tough little tribal had impressed Marcus
B-pen: Yes! She fixes broken mine equipment! Runs around on pointless quests! Slices! Dices! Kicks Enclave butt!!
Crawler: And look at that tush.
B-pen: You just couldn't resist, could you?
Crawler: Watch me. *grin*
>>and when she asked if he wanted to join her, he jumped at the chance.
Crawler: WHY MA`M, YES MA`M!! SPANK ME LIKE A BAD MONKEY, MA`M!!
B-pen: A glutton for punishment..*sigh*
>>Traveling with Trill, he had seen more action in a few months than he had in most of his life.
Crawler: WAAHAHAHAHAHA!! I..can't!! Too .....EASY!!!
B-pen: Thank God.
Crawler: Heehee...that Highwayman must have ruined shock absorbers by now..
Gummert: Hit.
Sparks: *SMASH!*
Gummert: And rewards.
Crawler: ngghh..
>>Hell, he had been ready to take down the Enclave near the end, to
>>go down guns blazing if he had too.
B-pen: Too much of the red hot chili sauce. Starting to see scenes from....the Bharavad-Gita!!!.
Gummert: Too little common sense. Swimming to Enclave Oil Rig..not recommended.
Crawler: Too hardened..
Sparks: *WHAM!!*
Crawler: I was..going...to say...Power Armor...
B-pen: Heh.
>>But that didn’t happen.
B-pen: No, it didn't. Instead, he had contend with dressing up in a tutu and entertaining the Enclave with ballet.
Gummert: Suffice it to say, after his repertoire, there wasn't even a SHRED of the Enclave left.
>>Trill had asked both him and Goris to stay behind.
B-pen:<Trill>Marcus, stay. Goris, stay.
Crawler: Woof!
B-pen: Good boy.
>>Neither he nor Goris knew what to say.
Gummert: <Goris> Subtitle: Do you know what to say, Marcus?
B-pen: <Marcus> Subtitle: Aside from that we just turned into dogs, Goris? No.
Crawler: <Goris> Subtitle: So that explains why I had difficulty expressing anything other than barks. And this urge to lift my right hindleg.
>>She had asked others to stay behind at certain points as well.
B-pen: Don't ANYBODY DARE TO MAKE A MATH JOKE!!!
Gummert: The square of the hypo-
B-pen: AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHH!!!!!!
Sparks: Like, what's wrong with B-pen, mon?
Gummert: Along with his infamed singing (un)skill, is his utter inability to grasp even the most basic of math concepts.
B-pen: X, bloody X..shoot it full of holes, and see how much of it is left...
Gummert: ...
>>Cassidy, Lenny...even K-9 and RoboDog.
Gummert: Well, of COURSE she'd leave the robodogs. Wouldn't want them to get jealous, of course.
B-pen: Polymorph fiesta!! Dogmeat is goiing to win the ~pinata~!!
>>The only reason she had left them behind was for their protection.
B-pen: Rexona.
Gummert: ....
>>..and she was right.
B-pen: (looks to camera) NEVER argue with a woman. She is always right. You are wrong.
Gummert: Feeling insecure, bluepen?
B-pen: *sigh* I wish didn't..
Crawler: What do you wish?
B-pen: Just stick your peace pipe into your mouth and smoke it...
Crawler: ....
Gummert: We've just tossing catchphrases right and left, aren't we?
>>The others would’ve never survived tangling with the Enclave soldiers.
B-pen: Aaaaaand in this corrnerrrr...weighing at an inhuman two and half-ton, with glowing red eyes.....you know him, you love to kick his ass...FRaaaNKKK HooRRRRRRRRRRRigannnnnnn...
Gummert: Aand in this corner, weighing at 175 pounds, avatar un extraordinarie....Trill!!
B-pen: Heey! So far, Trill hasn't been a Mary Sue. She's pretty good.
Gummert: Maybe because she hasn't appeared yet?
B-pen: ....
>>Whatever she had seen in them before was obviously not enough for
>>them to hold their own.
Crawler: GAh...gah!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!! IS SHE DOING THESE ON PURPOSE?!?! IS SHE REALLY DELIBERATELY MAKING IT EASY FOR ME?!! WHAAAHHAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!! Gootta love that SlinkyAvenger..
B-pen: She may be making it easy for you..but we'll try like hell to put a crink into your back.
Sparks: *nods, and hefts super-sledge*
Crawler: You're going to hit me, whatever I say, right?
Gummert: Yes.
Crawler: (sings)proud soldier, ramrod and true, holding in his hands the weapons of might and justice..the keys to the future lies inn...
Everyone else: Begin program loop.
Sparks: WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!*
>>Marcus and the Deathclaw were shocked when she asked them to stay
Bots: Let us come with you....waaahhh!!! *grovels and begs*
B-pen: <Trill> No!! *uses Cattle Prod*
>>behind, but it was hard to tell what was going on in her head.
Gummert: Indeed. It must be all that skin and bone and hair.
>>It was hard to read what she was thinking through the cold steel of
>>her power armor.
Gummert: Ooohhh..so SHE'S written a book now, has she?! Avatarism!
B-pen: You're reading too much into this. Let me check your wirings...
Gummert: No! Must...*fzzt*
B-pen: Ah, there it goes..unclogged up again..
Gummert: Thanks, bluepen. My, that was a senseless RIFF..
B-pen: Try again?
Gummert: They were waiting for her to slam her head against the piece of paper and leave an ink mark from the typeset in her mask.
>>She had looked at both of them in silence for a moment, perched on
>>the gangplank of the Valdez.
B-pen: Ah, yes.. the Belit, corsair queen and death-giver look.. um, not that I read Conan, of course...
Gummert: Suure, bluepen..*snicker*
Crawler: Why is the boat melting?
>>Then she spoke.
B-pen: One word. The Word that will decide the fate of the Middle-Earth..
Gummert: Let there be light?
Crawler: No. Let there be VIAGRA!!
B-pen: Tactless meter on high! Administer "cure" now!!
>>“If I’m not back by nightfall, go home. Don’t worry about the
>>Highwayman; the Brotherhood of Steel will look after it.”
All: <Brotherhood Elders> Joyride!!! WHAAHAHAHAHAHAOOOO!!
Cowlord: (fx) ~Star wars theme~
Sparks: (vfx) ~Soaring Highwayman~
>> Without another word, she turned and entered the ship.
Gummert: <Trill> Ow. Since when was there a door there?
>> He and Goris waited two days for her to return
B-pen: Got any threes?
Gummert: Go fish.
>> but there was no sign of her or the tanker. Reluctantly, they left.
Crawler: <Shi woman> No! You must not leave!
B-pen: <Goris> But I must!
Crawler: <Shi woman> But you have defeated Lo Pan! We were his followers! You must punish us!
Crawler: <sotto voice, another Shi woman> Yes, only a spanking will do! You must tie us down and spank us!!
Crawler: <sotto voice> A spanking, a spanking!!
Crawler: <Shi woman> And after the spanking, some oral attention!
Crawler: <sotto voice> Yes! Oral attention!
Crawler: *deep breath* your turn..
B-pen: <Goris> Well, I could stay a bit longer..
Gummert: <Marcus> Goris!
B-pen: <Goris> Hello, Marcus.
Gummert: Quick!
B-pen: What?
Gummert: We need to run!!
B-pen: Why?
Gummert: You're in great danger!
Crawler: No, he's not.
Gummert: Shut up, slut!
B-pen: You know...she's got a point.
Gummert: Lenny and Sulik will cover your escape!
B-pen: Look, I am fine.
Gummert: C'mon!
Crawler: <sotto voice> Goriisss!! He's our man! Or deathclaw..or whatever!!!
Gummert: You're in danger here!
B-pen: I am a deathclaw. I can handle this lot easily.
Crawler: <sotto voice> Yes, he can handle us easily! Most easily!!! Teehee..
Gummert: No! Quickly! We need to move!!
B-pen: But there's only a hundred and fifty of them. I can take them single handily.
Crawler: Yes...single handily...a hand....ooh!!
Gummert: Goris!
B-pen: I can defeat them.
Crawler: Yes! We don't stand a chance.
Sparks: <Sulik> Like, Ayyyyyyyyyooo!!! The stick shift possesed wid evil speerits, Grampy Bone!!
Cowlord: (fx) BOOOOOM!!
Crawler: Oh, shit.
Gummert: We got you out that in time, Goris. That was a close one.
B-pen: I still say that I was not in peril.
Gummert: Yes, you were.
B-pen: Then allow me to go back in there and sample the peril.
Gummert: No, it's too dangerous.
B-pen: It is my duty and honor as a deathclaw to taste as much danger as I can.
Gummert: Nah. We need to get back to Broken Hills.
B-pen: Can you not allow a bit of peril, to toughen my hide?
Gummert: No. It's unhealthy.
B-pen: I gamble that you are gay, Marcus.
Gummert: I AM NOT!!
B-pen: Then you are just jealous because I get to score before you.
Gummert: .... can we end this now, bluepen? My CPU hurts.
Crawler: Hits a little too close to home?
Sparks: *WHAM!*
B-pen: Okay, I think we've had enough for today. Cowlord!!
Cowlord: Zir?
B-pen: Patch up to IVY. See if you can get her to block the transmissions.
COwlord: It haz been done already.
B-pen: Okay! We're outta here, then!!
The Torture Theater Lounge>>>
"Well guys? How was the fic so far?", B-pen asked his bots. Sat down on a bar stool and inhaled the smooth aroma of properly-brewed coffee...he sipped and grinned.
"I still can't make an exact judgement, bluepen. So far, we still haven't seen this "Trill" person. I suspect she MAY be an author-avatar...but I can't decide. Her characterization was very good, though."
"How can someone pack so much in a few paragraphs?", Crawler piped.
"Just be thankful this didn't turn out to be like Neon Exodus Evangelion. The paragraphs and seguing all made sense, and contribute to the plot. *shlurrp*"
"And like, what is the plot, mon?"
"Too soon to tell. I see glimmerings of the use of the revenge and conquering hero themes, though."
"Can't go wrong with that, mon.."
"Well, actually you can. But this one looks like it's going to suceed admirably."
"Something bothers me though..", Gummert muttered.
"What?"
"There's a rather lot of focus on Marcus. And his regard to Trill....I fear a romantic link."
"Ahhh......", Crawler grinned. "Kinky."
The coffee cup dropped from B-pen's hands. Fortunately, he had drained its contents mere moments before.
"She wouldn't dare...."
"She would."
"Should I start calling her the female Oscar, then?"
"No. It's too soon. She may do something completely different. She IS a sane writer, after all."
And somehow, ominous thunder rolled in Outer Space........
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Well, here it goes..the short second part. Arrgh.... how it's become SPAM! format......sorry, Slinky. I'm not much good at foreboding...hope you're not disappointed or anything...
It's going to be long before the next one, since the semester's out, FIYAR is closing, and I'm moving back to my hometown. And....there may be....a ....*twiddles thumbs*.... possibility................that I won't be back..
Look, don't worry (Actually, worry a little, please? Let me feel a little bit appreciated..). Just hang loose and let the Illuminati, and the rest of the writing community prosper, eh? It's just a couple of weeks, hopefully.
Maybe it would have been better if I had just pulled a Slinky and mysteriously vanished... But as the Illuminati's most imbeclectic member, I felt that I owed you people more than that...
When I get back, I had better see the Illuminati, NMA, and others with LOADS of new fanfics for me to read, to RIIF, and lotsa new newbies for me to scalp. *grin*
Yes! INTENSE SELFISH DEMANDING ACTION!! Launch the ink-payload bazookas! GO FORTH AND WASTE AMMUNITION!!
Heh...In turn, I'll bring back with me, if I can, the projects redecorating my mind...
a. The complete Aftermath RIFF..
b. The next episodes of ze Case of the Watermelon Farmer
c. An RPG game. Damn, I can't decide..ZZT or text adventure. NO.. BUILD A MUD CLIENT!!! YAAARRRGH!! *shoots his list of cool should-be-downloadeds*
d. Game of the Gods, the screenplay-format fic that I needs MUST write, to redeem myself...
Well, bye now! It's been real! Beg and cajole, and ah'll be bock. j/k. Any final words and suggestions? I need to improve my material over the summer... Hell, start the road to RIFFing...there HAS to be someone around here that is more than insane enough to try and poke fun at everybody else. Hm...*evil grin*
Just in case...you know... #_ #
I've only been with you guys two months(and two days), after all. You'll survive. Now, it's time for me to dump this fnord inflated ego(and someone out there wishes that the rest of my anatomy goes with it) off the nearest bridge.
Hmm...since I'm leaving...and is immune from retaliation..... I might as well say this... *very evil! grin*
B-pen: The word for today , my friends, is legs.
Crawler/B-pen: SPREAD THE WORD, MY BRETHREN!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
*choke!*
*gets trampled*
~~and so he left us the same way he came unto us..screaming off into the night~~
http://envy.nu/bpen/bp.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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Crawler: Perv-O circuits on...check.
Sparks: Like, hammer servos running...check.
B-pen: Me starting to get a migraine..check.
Gummert: Yup, we're ready..
>> Trill, or as she called herself, The Chosen One, had rolled
>>into town in an old Highwayman, and things had never been the same
>>since.
B-pen: <Vic> Boss! Watch out for the uranium reactor!
Gummert: She rolled into town, dressed in a higwayman, replaced Marcus as Mayor, and introduced the notion of red tape. Needless to say, NCR pulled out its hair..
>> The tribal was beautiful, capable, and very deadly.
Gummert: Stand back! I know karate, jujitsu and other dangerous sounding words!
Crawler: I ain't impressed.
Gummert: I have VD!
Crawler: AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIGGH!! *runs away!*
>>She had fixed the air purifier in the old uranium mine, ensuring the
>>survival of the small town.
B-pen:<Trill> Okay! I fixed the purifier! You don't have to worry about killing off the rest of the Wasteland now!
Gummert: And suddenly, from around Broken Hills, was a great rumbling....birds fell from the sky, radscorpions chittered away, and deathclaws ran screaming back to their dens.
B-pen: <Trill>It's times like these that I'm thankful for the Enclave, for inventing these air-independent Advanced Power Armor.
Crawler: <Myron>Whoa...I think I just found something with a bigger kick than Jet...*faints*
>>Not only that, she had prevented a potential fight between the
>>mutant and human populace
B-pen: Hey! I had twenty bucks riding on Francis.....damn,
Gummert: She is going to hear from Don King very, very soon.
>>all within a week.
B-pen: Eh? Correct me if I'm wrong..but by this time, the Chosen One was SUPPOSED to have the Highwayman. Therefore, the trip to New Reno would take barely two days...and the rest of the quests take barely four hours..
Gummert: Now WHO'S nitpicking...
B-pen: I call it preserving the fourth wall.
Crawler: Oops, I think I broke it again..
>>And that was just Broken Hills.
B-pen: And that was how the West was won.
Gummert: Cherokee say: Use magic stick.
All: Injoke parade!!
B-pen: I love annoying our readers..
Gummert: Bluepen..fourth wall, remember?
>>The tough little tribal had impressed Marcus
B-pen: Yes! She fixes broken mine equipment! Runs around on pointless quests! Slices! Dices! Kicks Enclave butt!!
Crawler: And look at that tush.
B-pen: You just couldn't resist, could you?
Crawler: Watch me. *grin*
>>and when she asked if he wanted to join her, he jumped at the chance.
Crawler: WHY MA`M, YES MA`M!! SPANK ME LIKE A BAD MONKEY, MA`M!!
B-pen: A glutton for punishment..*sigh*
>>Traveling with Trill, he had seen more action in a few months than he had in most of his life.
Crawler: WAAHAHAHAHAHA!! I..can't!! Too .....EASY!!!
B-pen: Thank God.
Crawler: Heehee...that Highwayman must have ruined shock absorbers by now..
Gummert: Hit.
Sparks: *SMASH!*
Gummert: And rewards.
Crawler: ngghh..
>>Hell, he had been ready to take down the Enclave near the end, to
>>go down guns blazing if he had too.
B-pen: Too much of the red hot chili sauce. Starting to see scenes from....the Bharavad-Gita!!!.
Gummert: Too little common sense. Swimming to Enclave Oil Rig..not recommended.
Crawler: Too hardened..
Sparks: *WHAM!!*
Crawler: I was..going...to say...Power Armor...
B-pen: Heh.
>>But that didn’t happen.
B-pen: No, it didn't. Instead, he had contend with dressing up in a tutu and entertaining the Enclave with ballet.
Gummert: Suffice it to say, after his repertoire, there wasn't even a SHRED of the Enclave left.
>>Trill had asked both him and Goris to stay behind.
B-pen:<Trill>Marcus, stay. Goris, stay.
Crawler: Woof!
B-pen: Good boy.
>>Neither he nor Goris knew what to say.
Gummert: <Goris> Subtitle: Do you know what to say, Marcus?
B-pen: <Marcus> Subtitle: Aside from that we just turned into dogs, Goris? No.
Crawler: <Goris> Subtitle: So that explains why I had difficulty expressing anything other than barks. And this urge to lift my right hindleg.
>>She had asked others to stay behind at certain points as well.
B-pen: Don't ANYBODY DARE TO MAKE A MATH JOKE!!!
Gummert: The square of the hypo-
B-pen: AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHH!!!!!!
Sparks: Like, what's wrong with B-pen, mon?
Gummert: Along with his infamed singing (un)skill, is his utter inability to grasp even the most basic of math concepts.
B-pen: X, bloody X..shoot it full of holes, and see how much of it is left...
Gummert: ...
>>Cassidy, Lenny...even K-9 and RoboDog.
Gummert: Well, of COURSE she'd leave the robodogs. Wouldn't want them to get jealous, of course.
B-pen: Polymorph fiesta!! Dogmeat is goiing to win the ~pinata~!!
>>The only reason she had left them behind was for their protection.
B-pen: Rexona.
Gummert: ....
>>..and she was right.
B-pen: (looks to camera) NEVER argue with a woman. She is always right. You are wrong.
Gummert: Feeling insecure, bluepen?
B-pen: *sigh* I wish didn't..
Crawler: What do you wish?
B-pen: Just stick your peace pipe into your mouth and smoke it...
Crawler: ....
Gummert: We've just tossing catchphrases right and left, aren't we?
>>The others would’ve never survived tangling with the Enclave soldiers.
B-pen: Aaaaaand in this corrnerrrr...weighing at an inhuman two and half-ton, with glowing red eyes.....you know him, you love to kick his ass...FRaaaNKKK HooRRRRRRRRRRRigannnnnnn...
Gummert: Aand in this corner, weighing at 175 pounds, avatar un extraordinarie....Trill!!
B-pen: Heey! So far, Trill hasn't been a Mary Sue. She's pretty good.
Gummert: Maybe because she hasn't appeared yet?
B-pen: ....
>>Whatever she had seen in them before was obviously not enough for
>>them to hold their own.
Crawler: GAh...gah!!! MUHAHAHAHAH!!! IS SHE DOING THESE ON PURPOSE?!?! IS SHE REALLY DELIBERATELY MAKING IT EASY FOR ME?!! WHAAAHHAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!! Gootta love that SlinkyAvenger..
B-pen: She may be making it easy for you..but we'll try like hell to put a crink into your back.
Sparks: *nods, and hefts super-sledge*
Crawler: You're going to hit me, whatever I say, right?
Gummert: Yes.
Crawler: (sings)proud soldier, ramrod and true, holding in his hands the weapons of might and justice..the keys to the future lies inn...
Everyone else: Begin program loop.
Sparks: WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!**WHAM!*
>>Marcus and the Deathclaw were shocked when she asked them to stay
Bots: Let us come with you....waaahhh!!! *grovels and begs*
B-pen: <Trill> No!! *uses Cattle Prod*
>>behind, but it was hard to tell what was going on in her head.
Gummert: Indeed. It must be all that skin and bone and hair.
>>It was hard to read what she was thinking through the cold steel of
>>her power armor.
Gummert: Ooohhh..so SHE'S written a book now, has she?! Avatarism!
B-pen: You're reading too much into this. Let me check your wirings...
Gummert: No! Must...*fzzt*
B-pen: Ah, there it goes..unclogged up again..
Gummert: Thanks, bluepen. My, that was a senseless RIFF..
B-pen: Try again?
Gummert: They were waiting for her to slam her head against the piece of paper and leave an ink mark from the typeset in her mask.
>>She had looked at both of them in silence for a moment, perched on
>>the gangplank of the Valdez.
B-pen: Ah, yes.. the Belit, corsair queen and death-giver look.. um, not that I read Conan, of course...
Gummert: Suure, bluepen..*snicker*
Crawler: Why is the boat melting?
>>Then she spoke.
B-pen: One word. The Word that will decide the fate of the Middle-Earth..
Gummert: Let there be light?
Crawler: No. Let there be VIAGRA!!
B-pen: Tactless meter on high! Administer "cure" now!!
>>“If I’m not back by nightfall, go home. Don’t worry about the
>>Highwayman; the Brotherhood of Steel will look after it.”
All: <Brotherhood Elders> Joyride!!! WHAAHAHAHAHAHAOOOO!!
Cowlord: (fx) ~Star wars theme~
Sparks: (vfx) ~Soaring Highwayman~
>> Without another word, she turned and entered the ship.
Gummert: <Trill> Ow. Since when was there a door there?
>> He and Goris waited two days for her to return
B-pen: Got any threes?
Gummert: Go fish.
>> but there was no sign of her or the tanker. Reluctantly, they left.
Crawler: <Shi woman> No! You must not leave!
B-pen: <Goris> But I must!
Crawler: <Shi woman> But you have defeated Lo Pan! We were his followers! You must punish us!
Crawler: <sotto voice, another Shi woman> Yes, only a spanking will do! You must tie us down and spank us!!
Crawler: <sotto voice> A spanking, a spanking!!
Crawler: <Shi woman> And after the spanking, some oral attention!
Crawler: <sotto voice> Yes! Oral attention!
Crawler: *deep breath* your turn..
B-pen: <Goris> Well, I could stay a bit longer..
Gummert: <Marcus> Goris!
B-pen: <Goris> Hello, Marcus.
Gummert: Quick!
B-pen: What?
Gummert: We need to run!!
B-pen: Why?
Gummert: You're in great danger!
Crawler: No, he's not.
Gummert: Shut up, slut!
B-pen: You know...she's got a point.
Gummert: Lenny and Sulik will cover your escape!
B-pen: Look, I am fine.
Gummert: C'mon!
Crawler: <sotto voice> Goriisss!! He's our man! Or deathclaw..or whatever!!!
Gummert: You're in danger here!
B-pen: I am a deathclaw. I can handle this lot easily.
Crawler: <sotto voice> Yes, he can handle us easily! Most easily!!! Teehee..
Gummert: No! Quickly! We need to move!!
B-pen: But there's only a hundred and fifty of them. I can take them single handily.
Crawler: Yes...single handily...a hand....ooh!!
Gummert: Goris!
B-pen: I can defeat them.
Crawler: Yes! We don't stand a chance.
Sparks: <Sulik> Like, Ayyyyyyyyyooo!!! The stick shift possesed wid evil speerits, Grampy Bone!!
Cowlord: (fx) BOOOOOM!!
Crawler: Oh, shit.
Gummert: We got you out that in time, Goris. That was a close one.
B-pen: I still say that I was not in peril.
Gummert: Yes, you were.
B-pen: Then allow me to go back in there and sample the peril.
Gummert: No, it's too dangerous.
B-pen: It is my duty and honor as a deathclaw to taste as much danger as I can.
Gummert: Nah. We need to get back to Broken Hills.
B-pen: Can you not allow a bit of peril, to toughen my hide?
Gummert: No. It's unhealthy.
B-pen: I gamble that you are gay, Marcus.
Gummert: I AM NOT!!
B-pen: Then you are just jealous because I get to score before you.
Gummert: .... can we end this now, bluepen? My CPU hurts.
Crawler: Hits a little too close to home?
Sparks: *WHAM!*
B-pen: Okay, I think we've had enough for today. Cowlord!!
Cowlord: Zir?
B-pen: Patch up to IVY. See if you can get her to block the transmissions.
COwlord: It haz been done already.
B-pen: Okay! We're outta here, then!!
The Torture Theater Lounge>>>
"Well guys? How was the fic so far?", B-pen asked his bots. Sat down on a bar stool and inhaled the smooth aroma of properly-brewed coffee...he sipped and grinned.
"I still can't make an exact judgement, bluepen. So far, we still haven't seen this "Trill" person. I suspect she MAY be an author-avatar...but I can't decide. Her characterization was very good, though."
"How can someone pack so much in a few paragraphs?", Crawler piped.
"Just be thankful this didn't turn out to be like Neon Exodus Evangelion. The paragraphs and seguing all made sense, and contribute to the plot. *shlurrp*"
"And like, what is the plot, mon?"
"Too soon to tell. I see glimmerings of the use of the revenge and conquering hero themes, though."
"Can't go wrong with that, mon.."
"Well, actually you can. But this one looks like it's going to suceed admirably."
"Something bothers me though..", Gummert muttered.
"What?"
"There's a rather lot of focus on Marcus. And his regard to Trill....I fear a romantic link."
"Ahhh......", Crawler grinned. "Kinky."
The coffee cup dropped from B-pen's hands. Fortunately, he had drained its contents mere moments before.
"She wouldn't dare...."
"She would."
"Should I start calling her the female Oscar, then?"
"No. It's too soon. She may do something completely different. She IS a sane writer, after all."
And somehow, ominous thunder rolled in Outer Space........
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Well, here it goes..the short second part. Arrgh.... how it's become SPAM! format......sorry, Slinky. I'm not much good at foreboding...hope you're not disappointed or anything...
It's going to be long before the next one, since the semester's out, FIYAR is closing, and I'm moving back to my hometown. And....there may be....a ....*twiddles thumbs*.... possibility................that I won't be back..
Look, don't worry (Actually, worry a little, please? Let me feel a little bit appreciated..). Just hang loose and let the Illuminati, and the rest of the writing community prosper, eh? It's just a couple of weeks, hopefully.
Maybe it would have been better if I had just pulled a Slinky and mysteriously vanished... But as the Illuminati's most imbeclectic member, I felt that I owed you people more than that...
When I get back, I had better see the Illuminati, NMA, and others with LOADS of new fanfics for me to read, to RIIF, and lotsa new newbies for me to scalp. *grin*
Yes! INTENSE SELFISH DEMANDING ACTION!! Launch the ink-payload bazookas! GO FORTH AND WASTE AMMUNITION!!
Heh...In turn, I'll bring back with me, if I can, the projects redecorating my mind...
a. The complete Aftermath RIFF..
b. The next episodes of ze Case of the Watermelon Farmer
c. An RPG game. Damn, I can't decide..ZZT or text adventure. NO.. BUILD A MUD CLIENT!!! YAAARRRGH!! *shoots his list of cool should-be-downloadeds*
d. Game of the Gods, the screenplay-format fic that I needs MUST write, to redeem myself...
Well, bye now! It's been real! Beg and cajole, and ah'll be bock. j/k. Any final words and suggestions? I need to improve my material over the summer... Hell, start the road to RIFFing...there HAS to be someone around here that is more than insane enough to try and poke fun at everybody else. Hm...*evil grin*
Just in case...you know... #_ #
I've only been with you guys two months(and two days), after all. You'll survive. Now, it's time for me to dump this fnord inflated ego(and someone out there wishes that the rest of my anatomy goes with it) off the nearest bridge.
Hmm...since I'm leaving...and is immune from retaliation..... I might as well say this... *very evil! grin*
B-pen: The word for today , my friends, is legs.
Crawler/B-pen: SPREAD THE WORD, MY BRETHREN!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!
*choke!*
*gets trampled*
~~and so he left us the same way he came unto us..screaming off into the night~~
http://envy.nu/bpen/bp.gif
~cause anything less than total and utter overkill is a complete waste of time~
-it's the freakin' bluepencil!
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DAMMIT! THIS IS YAMU! YAMU, ON THE FRONTLINES? YEAH, THAT YAMU! B-PEN IS MIA! REPEAT, B-PEN IS MIA! GO TO CODE ALPHA-ORANGE! BAIT THE CAFFEINE-TRAPS! SET UP A DRAGNET AROUND EVERY RADIO SHACK WITHIN A 40-MILE RADIUS! SPAM SENSORS TO MAXIMUM CAPACITY!