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Post by Seven on Nov 29, 2008 23:38:21 GMT -5
They all look over as he enters. then they all do thumbs up and say in surfer accents, "Dude!!!"
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Post by Rojo on Nov 30, 2008 14:04:47 GMT -5
"So..." I began cautiously, stepping more into the cavernous room that was the place of this hellish romp "what's going on?" I cast my gaze over various...things that stood about, some oozing pus or exhaling small trails of smoke.
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Post by Seven on Nov 30, 2008 21:46:25 GMT -5
"We're having our annual anti-Christmas party!" A purple monster, that looked suspiciously like he might eat people, replied. "Care to join us, mortal?"
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Post by Rojo on Dec 1, 2008 10:19:52 GMT -5
I snorted at the word "mortal."
"Well, I suppose I could keep myself away from mortal duties such as farming, procreating and sleeping to join this hell of a party...or party of a hell, which ever way works for you..."
I stared up into the purple abyss and...continued to stare...and stare...
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Post by Seven on Dec 1, 2008 21:12:17 GMT -5
"hey there ****er, whatch you lookin at?" the purple monster glowered. The other demons laughed and abruptly picked Rojo up, making him 'crowd surf' in a sense.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 2, 2008 8:34:46 GMT -5
I protested as I was grabbed by various hands, claws and other indescribable graspers and was sent careening around, fighting fit to burst as I did.
"Put me down, you demons!"
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Post by Seven on Dec 2, 2008 15:49:47 GMT -5
Some frowned at this, others grinned wider. But in any case, one amongst them said, "If you say so..." and instantly they all let go of him, letting him fall to the ground.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 2, 2008 17:00:24 GMT -5
I hit the ground with a THUD and sat up, rubbinh my sore backside and glaring at the demonic figures all around me. I stood up, brushing imaginary dust off my shoulders and stumbled into the crowd of hell's residents, sighing a sigh as I did.
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Post by Seven on Dec 2, 2008 18:22:45 GMT -5
The demons chuckled amongst themselves, as if they did something particularly clever or witty. "So, mortal," they continued to call him that, "What does your kind eat?"
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Post by Rojo on Dec 3, 2008 9:01:19 GMT -5
I cast a glance over my shoulder at them.
"Chips." I said, smiling smugly to myself as I did as if I knew the punchline of a joke that they had just forgotten.
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Post by Seven on Dec 3, 2008 9:53:45 GMT -5
"Chips?" the questioned, looking amongst each other. One monster, whoever, broke into hysterical laughter at this response, though how sober he was could be questioned.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 3, 2008 18:27:28 GMT -5
"Yes..." I said, casting a Malevolos-worthy glare at the demon who had burst into mirth. "Chips..." my expression softened "golden brown with vinegar and salt...and maybe a nice big savaloy..."
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Post by Seven on Dec 3, 2008 18:33:49 GMT -5
The monsters still looked amongst each other, and then shrugged. "If he wants chips..."
They parted way to let two of their own through. They were both holding bags. One dumped the contents of his bag before Rojo. It stank like *hit. In fact, that's probably what it was, since it seemed to have the same consistency, though it was a brownish-golden color. The second one pulled out vinegar and salt from his bag and seasoned the turds with it. "Chips, as you wanted." There seems to be some sort of miscommunication here.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 3, 2008 18:51:06 GMT -5
I peered into the bag and held there for a moment, then leaned out again.
"I do believe, my dear hellish apparitions, constructs and monstrous humanoids that there has been some sort of miscommunication. Because, although they may look like it, althogh they my smell like it, and although I'm quite sure they are...THESE ARE NOT CHIPS!"
I struck a pose like Phoenix Wright and pointed to the offending chip-bearers.
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Post by Seven on Dec 3, 2008 18:58:41 GMT -5
They shrugged." Hey, if it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, and walks like a duck, it's a duck."
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