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She looked away from James, and then back at him. Then back to her.
“How 'bout a quick game of Pong?”
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#21Post by AnimeNerd88 » Sun Oct 13, 2020 12:01 am
This would be a great time to point out that, while not unlike a traditional Family Dinner, this would be different in that the host, of all people, would not be a rich white guy.
That's not really been said enough, but uh.
Mary would eat at this restaurant. And... do other things.
So, yeah, she was also going to have people from her social circle. That was a good way to make it clear she was not going to have them completely, or at least pretend she was.
“Um, sure. I... need to know what you guys think about it.”
Okay, fine, maybe she was going to end up sitting with a rather large number of people, but Mary wasn't going to say anything about the actual details.
She walked over to the menu.
“I don't have a lot of time today. Should I start tomorrow?”
Should she?
She walked back over to the table.
“Yeah, start tomorrow. Let's go!”
So, you could say that, at least.
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#22Post by Polybius » Thu Oct 14, 2020 11:38 pm
"Go fuck yourself," said James, kicking his feet off the bench, much like he did whenever he wasn't getting along with the boy sitting across from him.
He didn't know if it was the words, or his own strong odor, or all of the above, but the taste of his own mouth definitely had an annoying aftertaste to it, which wasn't something he particularly wanted to put his parents on. His father was big on good nutrition and good breathing, so whatever. Long story short, James wasn't going to move until he got some sleep. He might not even remember what happened afterwards.
James laid back, the bench about shoulder-width from the girl. Had she turned her head?
James rolled his eyes. "You should probably do it, she's probably starting another one."
Leah moved over to the table, grabbing the cutest of items in her bag, much like Mary did. This girl was bad news for him. He could always take her home and suck on her ear, and though he couldn't hear her very well, the smell was definitely driving him crazy.
"You two better run, you two better keep talking, it'll be a shame if you don't get the music here and back home."
Hey, hey, she was annoying. "Hey dad, you got any ideas?"
James looked back at Leah, who was still staring at him, and he gave a heavy sigh. "SOTF is... it wasn't fun, even if it was a lot of fun." One of the best statements ever made by a tired old man.
He gave a harsh, angry grin. "Hey, hey, hey, you two better
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“Honestly, I'm not sure who they’re thinking.”
No, she really was. She was thinking. And this was another problem.
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#10Post by Ohm » Sun Jun 16, 2020 3:59 am
Seo-yun kept staring into the distance as the sun slowly rose over the horizon and slowly drifted to the right. It was an early morning ritual in Japan, where all the buildings were decorated with brightly painted pots and pans and hanging lanterns until the beautiful lighting of a single streetlight illuminated all for the duration. Every morning at six in the morning, she dressed nicely and went to the supermarket, then her classes, then her friends. She always preferred the simpler way of waking up, rather than having to fight with her friends to get out of bed.
She might have been awake all night, but she still would have preferred to have been in her bedroom. She imagined herself, a simple, innocent girl, sitting at the dining room table, sauntering to the window and admiring the scenery, while another girl, the one with the flower colored hair, sat opposite her, and the other boy sat nearby, staring blankly as the sun rose over the horizon.
She imagined herself staring out the window, outside, gazing off into the horizon, when suddenly, she heard soft breathing.
“Seo-yun!”
Her words weren't loud enough to be heard, so she softly yelled, and then, taking a step towards the girl, she shouted again.
“Get the fuck outta my way!”
She was trying to get the girl's attention at the same time she was trying to get the girl to get the fuck outta Seo-yun's way. She hoped the first move did the trick.
Another girl, also yelling, was about to start a conversation when she heard something that brought an involuntary flinch in Seo-yun's general direction.
“Caleb?” she said trying to sound casual.
Her fingers fumbled at her necklace, a subtle nod to acknowledge that she was still carrying it.
“Caleb? What about you?”
Caleb was not something Seo-yun found particularly interesting. She suspected that her curiosity about his abilities to project charisma had more to do with her own curiosity about the exact same reason as the girl said. Regardless, she didn’t like drama or confrontation.
“Nope.”
She heard the girl curse and started to wave her hands frantically.
“Caleb.”
And then, without warning, she noticed the girl on the other end of the line, looking up at her.
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#11Post by Yonagoda » Tue Jul 05, 2020 4:50 am
A single lie was enough to get a University of Florida student expelled. Not so much being caught was enough to stop her from succeeding at her studies.
The three seconds of silence that followed her lie created distance between her and the girl on the other end of the line. Seo-yun was glad she hadn't tried to close the distance by telling the truth. Truth could get real sticky.
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If he still hadn't known better, he'd have thought he was the chunky one in a load of 'well he's not gonna say goodbye to his best mate before he chucks him out the window' type of guy. The guy was irritating.
He was scrolling through his cards on his phone, one hand holding his phone in the other, when he saw a teeny tiny "G" on his hands just barely barely covering his eyes. Noreen immediately sprang up to confront him.
"Noreen, where is your phone? Is he calling you? Who is that?"
"He's-"
"Veronica!"
The girl yelled again. The guy looked to the side and waved his hand again. "Veronica!"
He slammed his phone down. "Grow up, you little-"
"Me. Haha."
"See that boy?"
It was like a scene out of a horror movie. They were safe, together, totally. She hated.
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#3Unread post by Lilith » Tue Feb 17, 2020 7:06 pm
He wasn't moving, and that was good.
Mandy tried to move, to put pressure on the boy to get the fuck out of her way, but his grip on her hand, his glare, his persistent yelp when her hand touched his- they all made her feel panicked. Where was she? What had happened? She finally came to the terrifying realization that the worst of it was probably just him being annoyed at her for being too loud, too vulgar.
"Noreen?" She asked, hoping he didn't just hear her name and do the actual acting. She had to deal with that whole awkward awkward silence pretty much every single time she tried to call her mom. What happened to make him do that, you ask? "I mean... when I did stuff like that, I dunno."
Mandy's eyes trailed to the door. Nope, he wasn't looking. "I was talking to... you." She tried again.
Was there some weird social awkwardness thing about him not wanting to talk about himself? Did he feel weird enough talking to random people?
Growl. Get angry. Blame him. Stare at her for being such a fuckin' stupid bitch.
But the worst part of all of that was that now, he would probably talk to her like he had everything else he'd ever said or done in the past, just in all of his free time. Was that a problem?
"Y'know... if he finds me on this, he's gonna-"
The door to her right creaked open. A few seconds of silence. A bit of a kerfuffle from what could be heard.
The girl opened her mouth.
"Ah."
She responded to the door.
"Ah."
If the door had closed and never been opened then she might have noticed that the girl was gone for a few seconds. But she didn't, and that was when she knew that things had gotten really bad.
"Ah."
She went back to her phone.
"Ah."
She responded to the door.
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Armadillo. Vero. Ugh.
Realizing that she wasn't looking him in the eyes, Jodi moved her head and the overall volume of the room shifted from Spotify to Youtube.
"Hey, hey! Jodi's here! The best part about this party is that there are three other lovely ladies who will make great fake friends for the videos, so no need to waste those balls. You can name them all."
Jodi watched the song for a few beats, made her eyes almost glaze over, and then watched it play for a few more. She gave a clear and simple "yes."
"Hey!" Jodi called out, the words coming out even louder than before. "What's the catch?"
"Oh, I haven't told you yet," she said.
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#10Unread post by Namira » Sun Feb 24, 2020 7:10 pm
The "nicest" girl in the school was Jodi? The one with the best gaudiness? The one who was just pure, unadulterated bliss? The girl who actually had the most eyes on her, without a trace of any color?
Jodi was also the one who called her out on her bullshit.
It would seem that was how the situation on this floor went.
Seo-yun was actually fairly nice, at least in comparison to what Verity had told her. "Sorry, Mariko." She was only half-joking, but still pretty funny, and all that jazz. "This isn't my thing. Please don't say that."
Still, it was funny. She knew it sounded like a no-no, but the good humor was humor.
Still, it would make sense eventually. She had heard enough from Verity to be comfortable saying that there was probably a party down the road where she could actually get into that business.
"Hey," Jodi said, grinning. "What's the catch?"
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#11Unread post by Deamon » Thu Feb 25, 2020 9:13 pm
Mary caught on quick that she didn’t actually know that button.
It was just, of course, a reference to that child actress. Mary was actually sort of familiar with her character by this point, having been there a number of times during her time as a regular contestant on the show. It had been good, really good, for the most part. It had all been a blur so far though.
It hadn’t stopped Mary from scrawling out her name with a marker pen, but Mary never actually thought about running away or anything like that. It was just that she was a bit scared, a bit. Pretty scared.
The phrase stuck in her mind, even though Mary never actually thought of making it. She knew that it was not something she had ever really thought about when looking at the tag line, but now it seemed like such an obvious rip-off of whoever had created the game that Mary had to do it anyway.
Whatever. It was what it was.
Right.
Mary took her pen back.
She looked at all the girls in the classroom.
She smiled.
She took a deep breath.
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Is that $6 a year? Is that all of it?
Seo-yun looked at the bank statement hanging off her waist, briefly scratching her head before throwing it to the side.
"Seo-yun…"
She whispered softly as she looked at the card.
"You gonna hire me?"
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#3Post by Ohm » Mon Mar 01, 2020 3:45 pm
Greeeeeat.
Alaska was there first. Yeah she needed a break. Laura was hogging most of the limelight but it was silly because they were having fun. No need to post on her wall that she was the center of a big scene.
But Alaska was making some progress. She had actually admitted to being in a couple of the hottest places on earth. The girl who had her back for a spot on that phrase 'it was all good' needed a rest.
The other girl was... uh, uh... more of a sexual kinda chick. The girl who used her nickname Alaska when talking about the club kind.
"Hey, buddy. The club is right where you're coming from. I heard about your place. 's a good place to eat.' Gotta show you the way!"
She put her phone down and tilted her head.
"You gotta show me the way then." She muttered to herself and shrugged.
The response only sent a bit of shiver down her spine. Alaska had always been a bit of an ass about it.
She turned her back on Alaska and walked toward the door. Albeit slowly.
"Hey buddy."
Now Alaska was the target. It was the very least she could do. She closed the door behind her and walked out.
Alaska's mood took a turn.
"Hey now. Wait up."
Maybe.
"Please."
It was too late to listen to her.
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#4Post by Yonagoda » Mon Mar 01, 2020 12:00 am
Hey guys. That was more than enough.
"Hey, uh...the club is right where you're coming from, I heard about your place. 's a good place to eat.' Gotta show you the way."
She put her phone down and tilted her head.
"You gotta show me the way then." She muttered to herself and shrugged.
The response only sent a bit of shiver down her spine. Alaska had always been a bit of an ass about it.
She walked to the door.
"Hey, buddy. The club is right where you're coming from, I heard about your place. 's a good place to eat.' Gotta show you the way."
She parked her car.
"Alright, keep walking."
She turned to Alaska and winked.
"Don't move. I'm waiting outside."
Alaska sighed.
"Alright, no more whining."
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#5Post by Kermit » Wed Mar 15, 2020 12:30 am
"Hey, how 's this for
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"Mm," Verity responded with a nod. "That's how I like it."
The door closed and she heard typing. Then a voice from behind her.
"Oh, hey, uh, Laura!"
She turned to look and saw that her cheerleader had appeared and was trying to chat with Verity. Verity tried to back her up but was unsuccessful and was now glaring at Laura.
"Well uh, my name is Verity," Laura said. "And uh, I have a car."
Well, there she was. The first girl over. She had a reason.
"I think, uh," Laura said, "you and me both know that."
"Well, yeah," Verity said, "I'm the one who took your place and I don't want you to waste your time, or mine."
But wait, did she?
"I mean," Laura said, "you and me both know that."
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#3Unread post by Buko » Thu Apr 18, 2020 3:23 pm
Did you ever think about getting a dog?
Sometimes, when she was feeling sad and lonely, Verity would think about going out to the dog park. Never, ever. She would get up, walk over to the water fountain, turn left, and get into her car. That was one time. That was always.
But sometimes she wouldn't think about it at all. Sometimes she just wanted to relax and just be herself. That was the situation that she was in. There was no need to worry about it.
She had been wanting to go to the dog park for a while now, but she hadn't thought about it much. It was always just her and the dog. She didn't have to think about it.
But she had been walking it just to get around. It just so irritated her.
There was a song playing over the radio. It had been playing over the radio for about ten minutes now. It was called, "Be My Baby."
"Mm," Verity said, "that's how I like it."
She took her eyes off of the road and turned to the girl on the other side.
"You're going to be the mom," she said. "You're going to be the first one to say 'Mum.'"
Of course, that was how she wanted it to be. She was going to be the mother. Verity was going to be the mom. Verity was going to raise her daughter.
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#4Unread post by Yonagoda » Wed May 29, 2020 12:00 am
"Yeah, I'mma be, Bitch."
Yeah, yeah. Like, alright, this was weird. Verity had started to get this idea that she and her friends were dating but then she had left the mood and people around her changed forever. Maybe she should stop the idea but just make sure she wasn't doing it again. She shook her head.
"Mm," she repeated.
Maybe. Her voice was lost in the noise, so she tried louder voice.
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She was ready.
'…Okay, so.'
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Re: another lost year
#16Post by Dan Yugheesling » Tue Jun 12, 2020 5:08 am
The leaves of the tree had turned a soft green, and the bucket of cold water sat on the side. Sarah was staring at the thing that had appeared in her mind's eye — the eureka! moment, the moment where she would do something that wasn’t on her to-do list. She had been waiting for this moment for quite some time now, but it had never happened. She had been a bit too preoccupied with playing with her Barbies and not a bit more prepared, but maybe this would actually make for a good story. She reached up and scratched her head, forcing her mind to return to the scene of the crime.
Then, just like that, the headache and the stress and the city and the beautiful music all left her.
Alone in her room, Sarah’s phone lay on her bedside table. Her laptop was still running and she had left her headphones with her, so for now she would keep her phone on her face. She opened Notifications and on the screen she saw a message from Leah. Sarah quickly looked up at her friend and smiled.
She reached over and opened the browser.
She went to the first page.
She then went to the second page.
She then came back to the first page.
She closed the browser and returned to the bedroom.
She went to sleep and woke up.
She went downstairs and returned to the living room.
She went to the kitchen and returned to the bedroom.
She went back to her computer.
She then went to the bedroom, laid down and returned to the browser.
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She glanced sideways in the direction of her backpack then back at him, causing him to fire back with the kind of humor one usually only ever gets from other students.
"Come on, come on, I'm serious. Pay. I won't tell you. You could ask mom or dad."
She felt like she was bouncing on her feet at that. Mom would probably know that.
She smiled again.
"You have the money, mami. How are we spending it?"
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#20Post by Cicadan » Sat Jul 03, 2020 12:47 am
Lucille's mind idly ticked like the steady chug of a clock, but her mouth wasn't entirely stationary. She actually smiled a little. Smells really good, more calories in the week ahead, she guessed.
"I don't know. Everyone does. I mean, like, pretty much." Lucille had been silently planning to go to this mall the entire week, get married, have three kids, and maybe retire. She'd never been able to stay at home with them. "I dunno. I dunno where I go." Lucille's mind idly ticked like the steady chug of a clock, but her mouth wasn't entirely stationary. She actually smiled a little.
She said nothing else.
((She's Goin' To Hell:))
((She's Goin' To Hell:))
It still took a lot of force to get Lucille to move, so she took the handcuffs off and floored them to the ground, watching like a dog as Lucille, who was now kneeling on the ground, started to cry.
((Leah Hemingway continued in another location, continue in another location, or whatever happened to be her former location until she left this life, or whatever happened to be in the near future))
"Don't cry," she said, her voice low. "I'm serious."
Her head was tilted to the side, her hands clenching behind her head.
"You come out every year," she said, more softly. "Everyone's sad. Why don't you come out every year?"
She wasn't serious. It was a lie.
"I go to parties. I give talks. I make movies. I make albums. And I get married. And I have kids. And I... get married again."
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#21Post by Yonagoda » Thu Jul 11, 2020 10:40 pm
((Shoshanna Kowalczyk continued in Another Location, or whatever her name was then, or was that place now?))
She looked down, not really looking at anything in particular. She was still taking the handcuffs off as Shoshanna spoke.
"Yeah, I go to parties," she said. "I give talks. I make movies. And I... get married. And I... get divorced."
She didn't look up from whatever she was talking about at that moment.
"What's the latest movie I should watch?"
Shoshanna turned to look back at her and smiled.
"Probably the horrible one right about
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Either of the two of them should've known the time better than him, but they were trying to figure it out on the spot.
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#3Unread post by Irina Ivanov » Wed Aug 06, 2020 6:39 pm
Oh shit.
Bethan knew the drill. She was just trying to do the simple thing and fuck everything up until she figured it out herself. She would probably let Luanne know that the clock says it's the hour, but then she would know that wasn't the case and that was a problem. She was up and running and some stupid mistake that had been made would cost them the game. They might get it back up, though.
She started to turn her corner.
She thought she heard someone saying something in the store parking lot behind her. She looked over, trying to see what the fuss was about. There was a car in the lot. She could kind of hear what the other guy was saying over her shoulder with her own two ears, so she shrugged.
"There's no point."
As if to speak more loudly than her own words, she turned to face the new guy. He was handsome enough that Bethan would definitely snap her out of her stupor if he took her mental.
"Shit. I thought it was you."
And she remembered.
"Yeah. Luanne was my last name."
Like, she wouldn't say it out loud, but the memory wasn't far enough gone. She would do this. It had been good.
"It's okay."
And it was all positive.
"Shit."
She straightened her posture. Eyes away from the new guy as she turned around to face her old one. He was a man's man, not an adorable little giraffe-white rabbit.
"It was just, uh."
She started to turn right. He kept going, taking another right turn.
"Welp. I don't care."
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#4Unread post by Fenrir » Sat Aug 12, 2020 10:57 am
While Luanne sat in silence, Bethan pulled out her own phone and made a call.
"Lu?," she said to the other girl on the other end, making sure to keep the tone of her voice as good as possible. "Is that a good call? 'Is that a good call?' If it is, uh, bye."
Once she finished the call, Bethan returned to her spot on the patio, made her iced tea, and walked out of the house.
"You can't just..." She stopped walking, however, and looked at the other end of the line.
"Mary?" she asked, keeping the tone of her voice as good as possible.
"Yeah. So we're gonna do it," Mary replied, keeping the gentle tone of her voice and just calling out her name. "I'll come back with you."
"Okay," Bethan said, "I'm coming with you."
"Good, 'specially since you could use some help with that. You were just talking to the girl in front
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#10Unread post by Fenrir » Sat Aug 01, 2020 9:48 pm
The other girl looked over at Sarah. "Fisk." She whispered in her ear. It was whispered, not whispered loudly, emphasis on whispered. Sarah only seemed to hear her voice.
Sarah turned her head to the other girl. "Hey, do you have anything to add to the conversation?" She said with a straight face. Sarah didn't really have anything to add to the conversation to begin with, but she had nothing better to add to the conversation just now. She had spoken enough already. It was a cool thing. They wouldn't be uncomfortable. They were probably laughing.
They kept talking over her head. A few seconds of silence passed between them.
"Do you have anything to add to the conversation?" She asked. She didn't really have anything to add to the conversation to begin with, but she had something to add to the conversation that had been mostly (but not entirely) about Alaska.
She looked over to Sarah again. "What's your name?" She asked.
The other girl looked at Sarah for a moment.
"Lucille," she said.
"Fisk?" Sarah said.
She turned and walked away. There was nothing more to be said to Sarah, aside from the fact that Fisk was amazing. There was nothing more to talk about, at least. Silence.
(Sarah continued in Uncategorized.)
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#11Unread post by Yonagoda » Sat Aug 01, 2020 9:49 pm
Rise, Kept Tumbling
And she was already on her feet. In the same move, Sarah jumped down from the third floor landing to land face first on the floor below. She let her arms hang limp by her side as she allowed herself to relax even more. This wasn't why she was going to be so popular.
Her eyelid also slowly started to droop. It was hard to tell how much longer she was sitting there. She had never been particularly attached to certain things, but right now she was. Not getting her hair done? What did she have? Her mind wandered.
She closed her eyes again. This wasn't really what she was thinking about.
Maybe she shouldn't.
But she was.
It had been a while since she had last talked to someone, but she had never spoken to someone in her sleep. She remembered her grandma had said she was going to the mall to see a girl she hadn't seen since they had left Texas. It had been a few months later. She had sat down at the lunch table and her grandma had gone to the kitchen to make sure she was eating properly.
The next time she went to the mall, she went to a different cafeteria. One where people actually talked to her.
Fisk had his phone. This was how he kept in touch with her.
Her phone.
One that was still on, in case they needed to call her back.
Fisk put his phone away
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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Name: Claude Lister
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12th
Hobbies and Interests: Writing fanfiction; history; drama; sewing
Appearance: Claude is almost 5'7" and weighs 132 pounds, giving him a slightly lean build. His skin is pale and free of acne, but he has a few, many of them scattered around his face. His hair is dark blonde in color and straight, making him look more like of the mid-90's era rather than the early-2000's. Claude has a round face, which juts prominently out from under his chin, joining the rest of his face in a deep, pronounced angle. His lips are also noticeably longer than his body, and he has a small chin, but he has an even wider jawline than that. His eyes are almond-shaped, with an inverted triangle-shaped pupil. He wears brown eye shadow on his forehead and cheeks, and dark brown eyeliner on the left eyelid.
His voice is normally a mix between low and low-pitched, low-snubber, but he can also speak better in English. He has many pauses in his voice, as well as a heavy emphasis on his consonants.
On Casting Day, Claude was wearing dark blue jean shorts and tan cargo shorts, along with a dark blue embossed tank top and black khakis with a tan cloth cargo belt, black sandals, and black Converse high tops. He also had black leggings and a white sock in his left sock, while his right hand had a black padlock with a pinky in it. He was also wearing black corduroys and a white t-shirt with the Vans logo in white, along with black black leather low tops and short brown sandals.
Biography: Claude was born to Terry and Jodi Lister, two parents who both worked at the hospital. Terry worked at a small private practice, while Jodi worked as a sex therapist. He was placed together because both jobs allowed for more luxurious accommodation.
He had always wanted to be a doctor, but he never imagined that he would end up being a parent, so he was quite shocked when he found out his parents both wanted to be a doctor. However, he was quite relieved that they did, as he felt that being a parent was something that he could do more easily than working at a private practice, but the relief was tempered by the fact that the reason he had come to this conclusion was because his parents both wanted to be a doctor. Despite all the difficulties in being a doctor, however, he was happy that his parents found a career for him.
Over the years, the two had grown closer, but Terry disliked living together. He always had a small part to play in everything from helping make costumes to assisting in the planning of birthdays. Even though he loved his family as people, he hated having to move to a new city every few weeks. As a result, they often moved to the suburbs, which wasn’t very far off from his grandparents home in Miami. Eventually, their house had to be moved up, and since then the Lister family moved many times.
His grandparents home had been a flat though, and his grandparents would often take him out for walks around it, so he learned to walk in a more urban area. He did get sick of the traffic when they moved to a new city, but overall the move was smooth.
As a child, Claude was careful not to mention anything about his parents to his grandparents, as he didn’t want to become like them. However, the reason for this was simple: while his parents were nice people, they did have a tendency to put pressure on children by insisting on attending activities that they had encouraged, and the incidents that Claude recalled about his grandmother driving past their house in the middle of the night and eventually stopping were not things that he wanted to hear. So, he did not directly confront them, but instead, joked around that his grandparents were old grannies. The family did not know about his new hobby, and did not try to pressure him into continuing it, so, he continued walking.
After he had moved to a new school, his grandmother started doing all sorts of things. She started shopping, making more money at her workplace. She tried to start a band, but they were too young at that point. She tried to start a podcast, but they were too young at that point. Eventually, she sold the business to another musician. He also started dating, but he didn't find a girl that he wanted to follow up with. Eventually, he tried sending out fanfiction stories. He tried mailing out birthday cards, but there was something odd about the reactions he got from his classmates. Some would write his grandmother in, some would write
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Name: Matt
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12th
Hobbies and Interests: Critiques, Music, Writing, Sports.
Appearance: Matt is a little taller than most of the other classmates of his class and is not very muscular, not even outstripping most of them. His face is triangular, with short, light brown eyes and an overall skeletal appearance to his body. He is thin from the waist down with the top of his body being quite narrow. He has a small build, not unlike a skeleton, and Matt is not considered overweight. He’s got a small build for a child, but he only really shows that by being so thin.
Matt’s hair is a dark shade of brown, and he has straight black hair that he takes care of in a full front-row manner. He styles it however he wishes with hair accessories such as hair pins and braids. His eyebrows are thick and straight, and he has two sets of rather black rectangular eyes. He also has a pair of thin eyebrows that he takes special care of, as they can easily be seen as a symbol of his intelligence. Matt also has thick eyebrows that he takes pride in, as they're a symbol of his strength. Matt’s right ear is pierced with a small black hoop earring and he also has a rather large purple hoop earring on his right ear. Matt’s right middle finger is a little longer than his left hand, and has a small black dot on it. His right middle finger is also a symbol of his intelligence. His right ear is pierced with a small black hoop earring and he also has a rather large purple spike on his left ear.
Matt’s clothes are a mix between worn down and unyelled, with many ties and buttons everywhere. He normally has a pair of dark blue sweatpants on a short break from his work as a paramedic, along with a pair of black T-shirts. He also wears a black lacephed V-neck sweater vest over that, along with a black mid-length windbreaker and a pair of black skinny jeans that are unzipped. He also wears black formal shoes with red stripes on the soles.
Biography: Matt was born on November 5th, 2003 in Miami to Tobias and Freya Mathias, daugher of the Amish. The pair are upper-class citizens, with Freya being a professor at a local university and Tobias being a professor at a nearby state university. The two met in their junior year of college when Freya was a first-year student at the state university and Matt was a child in his mid-teens. They married within a year of meeting, and raised two children, Matt and Freya respectively, who were both highly intelligent and both highly skilled with mathematical formulas.
The Amish culture the Mathias family live in was founded in the mid-80's, when Freya, a high school dropout, was hired by her husband as a teacher. Matt, a school dropout, took up teaching after learning that his parents were both teachers, and the two started the school she taught in their spare time, with Freya teaching mathematical algebra and Matt taking on the more scientific side of things. The two of them have maintained their jobs well into adulthood, with Freya still teaching and Matt continuing as a researcher in the field, but are often forced to work overtime to meet deadlines and keep their jobs.
Tobias Mathias was a young man at the time, having just graduated from the same university Freya taught at, having taken the same high school entrance exam as Matt and passed it without a struggle, while Matt passed it with ease thanks to his skill with the equivalence formula. The bond they had maintained up until that point was not broken, however, when Freya died suddenly during a math lesson, leaving behind a thick teaching load for Matt. The two of them had to start from scratch as new teachers, and Tobias had to start from scratch with a new graduate school application.
For Matt, this meant a new job, and a new relationship with his family. Matt was still Freya’s student, and so they didn’t see the sudden change in Matt’s demeanor, which had been pleasantly relaxed during his initial few weeks at the school. However, the lack of normalcy had its downsides, as soon as he realized that his parents had no plans on his life other than his job as a teacher, he started acting agitated, yelling at them as he entered the room. This didn’t work well, and the animosity they felt towards one another grew, to the point that by the time they got Matt to apologize they had more than enough.
The events of the next year would be set in motion by Matt
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Name: Renee Frederickson
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Grade: 11th
Hobbies and Interests: SOTF-TV, reading, writing, playing video games, sewing, playing the drums, playing the keyboard, violin
Appearance: Renee has dark, thin, eyebrows that snap shut in the front. She has a short, thin, jet black beard on top of that. She also has short legs and arms, but has not quite gotten over her chestnut chestnut color.
Renee dresses in a brightly-colored mix of neutral and hot pink, with a few instances of peach and black. Her clothing varies greatly depending on her mood and current circumstance. If she were to pick one color to match any outfit, it would be the color of her choice. If she were to wear anything else, she would be wearing a plain t-shirt, baggy jeans, and sneakers. Additionally, she has a few pairs of plain sneakers, a pair of ill fitting red pants, and a pair of dark blue jeans, all of them being from Forever 21. On the day of the abduction, she was wearing her sweatshirt and hoodie, and a pair of blue jeans that had a Forever 21 logo embroidered on them, both white and with a Forever 21 logo chalked on the end.
Biography: Renee was born on March 15, 2003 to James Frederick and Penny Frederickson, two doctors that are both midwives. She was the second child of Jodi and Pippi Frederickson, a science and technology journalist for the Orange County Register. Jodi is from the same hometown as herself, Orange County, and was raised in the same neighborhood as her parents. Her parents are upper middle class, and both earn more money than their respective communities paid for. Pippi is from a wealthy, if not exactly opulent, family.
Growing up, Renee had many anxieties. Not only was she from the same town as her parents, but her home life was similar, meaning that meals would be delayed a lot, leading to a lot of shopping and spending time together. What her parents would do for a meal, she would ask them. And they would happily oblige, occasionally taking Renee shopping. However, they both cared for Renee in a more economical way, giving her a more money-centered lifestyle.
Renee's parents would plan around what she would eat, deciding on what to buy for her and how much money she should have. They both loved her, and wanted her to be happy. While she grew up with them, she didn't see her parents as often. Penny got to spend time with her parents almost every week, and James’ birthday would be celebrated with a trip to the amusement park. While it was a summer between her parents’ divorcing, she didn't have as many relatives as before, and so her regular visits were more frequent than before.
Her parents generally tried to make sure that Renee had what she needed at home, but sometimes they would skip a day or two, then bring her back something new, like her favorite show. However, the new stuff tended to be fewer in number, and weaker tasting than the old stuff. It was expensive, after all, and Renee would always have something to eat. In childhood, the new stuff seemed to be the stuff of legends. Many old places would close their doors permanently due to the weight of this legacy. With this legacy, however, came the new school lunches. She never asked for anything more than an old fashioned (and sometimes hard to eat) sandwich, but she was always glad that her parents were always making sure to provide her with what she wanted.
Renee would always try to please her parents with her shopping, but over the years, she came to enjoy making whatever she wanted on her own. Her first costume as a young child was an old black and gold van with random random parts all over it, a blouse, a pair of jeans, and a pair of shoes. However, she grew to enjoy making outfits as well, usually incorporating elements of her own life into them. Often, these would be elaborate rags-to-riches tales of romance and adventure, some of the clothing she would grow up with, others she would get at school, either from having made it herself or from looking for items in thrift stores.
She usually kept these outfits for herself, hiding them somewhere out of the way, so when she was forced to use the restroom or do something that would require getting unzipped, she would unzip her hoodie to reveal her hoodie and revealing part of it, usually herself, was all she would need to cover up. Upon getting undressed, however, she would usually leave the van with a few items of clothing she had made, either random or
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Name: William Kemple
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 11th
Hobbies and Interests: Reading, reading, reading, reading
Appearance: William has short legs and feet, with a stocky build. He has dark brown hair, usually kept up in a side plait if he can find it, and is unstyled due to using body hair. He typically has thin eyebrows, which he usually doesn’t put in; on the day he was cast, his eyebrows were still covered in frost, but he hadn’t taken any makeup steps in a week. He had somewhat baggy dark blue eyes, a pointy nose, and overall short, thin eyebrows. His mouth, on the other hand, was mostly plain, with a few depressions, but he didn’t highlight any of them. His mouth felt too small for his face, so he didn’t highlight any teeth. His voice is of a slightly low register, raspy at the top, and low in tone.
William's facial hair grows in dark, at least partially black, and almost always begins at the base of the neck. He also has dark circles under his eyes, but they usually aren't quite dark enough to show. His lips are relatively dry, but with some colour added on top of that. They tend to be chapped a lot, but not falling off. His voice is normal, but his laugh slightly raspy.
He has irregularly shaped eyebrows. On his right eyebrow, there is a faint but noticeable projection. On his left cheek, there is a small scar, just barely visible, from a bruise.
On his head, William has the same dark brown eyes that he has on his face. He generally chooses to put on weight on those eyes, to the point that the ripples create a sort of curtain curtain effect when they are closed. He keeps clean-shaven hands and feet, but has always tried to be careful not to have any nail clippings in his wardrobe.
In his wardrobe, William usually has at least one black dress shirt and one dark blue dress shirt, as well as three pairs of black sneakers. He rarely wears skirts or dresses, so he always has a blouse or a skirt he likes. On casting day, he was wearing a grey blouse, a navy dress shirt, navy baggy pants, and black boots.
Biography: William was born in Miami to Steven and Evelyn Kemple. Steven worked at a desk position, while Evelyn was a secretary. The two had left school together at the age of nine, and had never looked back. They married at twenty, two years before William was born.
The two of them spent a lot of time together during their childhood, as Steven always did, but they had an equal hand when it came to raising William. Both of them were very careful with William, both taking him to heart and keeping him happy. Their jobs did indeed allow for plenty of family time, but it was tempered by the fact that the future of William was left to be decided by his own luck. To avoid trouble for whenever he started going off into adolescence, William mostly got on with his family, as Steven was fairly absent for most of his adult life and Evelyn was not a very close relative. They did, however, occasionally go out for a walk together.
Evelyn had often thought of making it as a career, after becoming interested in making it as an acting career, as it was a lot easier paying the rent than trying to find a small part in a play. She had given William a link to her acting career on her MySpace page, and a small part he took to. The part was fairly simple, as a teenager, but he found it an enjoyable challenge. He liked how his own imagination could fill in the gaps in the story. He found himself wanting to write something unique for himself, but ultimately satisfied as it was a large reward for his efforts.
The two of them did leave school occasionally for walks, but their families felt that they were leaving too much behind them for William to be able to just walk away from home. Their biggest achievements still lay in their respective fields, and so the two of them remained at Steven and Evelyn’s home for a very short period of time. They had always made it clear that they were leaving, but that didn't stop them from leaving behind much behind them, as they were quite proud of what they had achieved. They went into full retirement by the time William was old enough to remember their full names, and out of economic necessity decided to move into a flat with Steven and Evelyn for their retirement. The pair of them made plans with each other’s parents for a nice house and a lifestyle to live for.
It
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Name: Jack Brockington
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: 12th
Hobbies and Interests: Sports, reading, playing the saxophone, playing the violin, nerding out and playing video games.
Appearance: Jack is Caucasian, of mixed-white-and-beige skin. He is not very tall, only slightly over 6’2”, but he is rather thin, as he lacks muscle mass compared to his body. Jack is of fairly average build, and not particularly muscular either; his body has more fat than it does water, so he has less fat to protect against bloat. He does have noticeable muscle at his shoulders, but he keeps them thinned down with athletic clothes; they would be more noticeable if they weren’t so short on his chest.
Jack is rather stoic and well-behaved, and seldom speaks to anyone outside of his closest friends and family members. His parents, mostly, however, let him go where he wants, and rarely give him any reason to speak to them. He keeps mostly to himself, rarely showing a reason to get angry, and will rarely initiate arguments with his parents; whenever he does, he usually acts clumsy, not wanting to blow things up. When he does, he tends to have an effect much larger than his body could handle, in the form of explaining away his actions; when this isn’t able to do the job, he apologises profusely, generally taking some form of stance against those who he’d hurt.
Jack’s weight is always something he struggles with, something he gets over by pretending it isn’t a huge problem. He has no real motivation for it other than getting away with it, and has little care for his own appearance other than how much trouble it would cause him to lose if he tried to dress up. He has no real dislike for it other than seeing it as an annoyance, and has no real hobbies other than dressing up whenever he feels like it, which is more for fun than anything else.
Biography: Jack’s hobbies growing up were mostly reading, most of them autobiographical. He was always a good reader, having always found self-written books appealing, so he spent a lot of time in his late teens and early 20s being good at self-ego-drama. He would write his own short stories, usually starring himself as a different character from one of his stories. He would eventually get tired of writing so he would just stop writing, but he kept writing so many short stories that he could read them one by one, rather than one at a time.
Jack mostly did not like other people’s choices of clothing. Most likely, he would get angry whenever they wore different things than he did, especially if those choices were made by a classmate or someone he knew. However, he would never be able to understand why someone else chose to wear something other than what he was wearing, so he would just assume that someone else had chosen it that day, without actually asking why they wore something other than what he was wearing.
Jack’s current occupation is an accountant at a company that makes accounting software. He likes people, but hates to deal with people who are victims of his decisions. Therefore, the majority of his targets are people he doesn’t already hate, although he occasionally gets angry due to not understanding why someone chose to wear something other than what he did.
Advantages: Jack is smart, quick, and sneaky, although this has never been tested against him having only had time to study once. He is somewhat physical, so he can run quickly for long periods of time. He hates dealing with people who don’t understand his jokes, so he is unlikely to get hurt. He is rather confident in himself, so he is unlikely to get injured. He hates being confused for his enemies, so he is unlikely to get confused with his enemies.
Disadvantages: Jack is a bully, and will likely get even with people who he doesn’t like. He is disliked by his classmates due to his acting, and being weird. Jack hates when he takes things too seriously, and would be hurt if he did something accidentally. He is afraid of people his own age, so he will be scared of most people even if Jack himself was not. Jack is very impatient, which means he will only do things that are not his own doing.
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Name: Gregory Vaughan
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12
Hobbies and Interests: Video games, writing, reading, art, writing, reading, pet shopping, puzzles, writing, watching films.
Appearance: Gregory is fairly tall for his small stature at 5’8”. He is wholly unremarkable in this regard, save for his large hands, a feature that frustrates him as he wants to be taller but can only grow so far with the help of his regular exercise. However, he has a long, thin neck that barely fits his face. He also has a sharp chin, but it is far less pronounced than the rest of his face. His large ears are located to the left of his neck, with an oblong base. Gregory doesn’t put much thought as to whether his face is the best part of him, so it isn't a major point that he struggles to make any more.
Gregory’s overall face shape is generally good, with prominent cheekbones, a well-defined jawline and an inverted triangle chin. The bridge of his nose is wider than his mouth, and his jaw is kept in a small box. His lips are rather full, but his teeth don’t get tangled in the bottom lip of the mouth. His teeth are well-cleaned and straight, although he does have some difficulty with his teeth grinding down and getting disconcertingly full.
Gregory tends to dress a little jauntier than he does for work, with blazers for every occasion. He generally tends to like more formal wear, and tends to favor more formal jackets and dresses. On casting day, he was wearing a gray work-out shirt and gray pants over a brown blazer, a black silk dress shirt and brown plaid flannels, a black silk skirt, and black ankle boots.
Biography: Gregory was born on April 13th, 2003 to Elizabeth Vaughan, a former model, and Leonardo DiCaprio, a surgeon and personal trainer. Both had been out on dates with the same girl, a relative of theirs who worked as a nurse, and both of them had found a way to get home that day, so they got married the next morning. Elizabeth had been at a friend’s house the previous night, drinking, and ended up getting pregnant with Gregory. Her relative did not pay for her child’s medical bills, and thus received few of the expensive treatments that he did, so he had no financial burden to deal with.
While Elizabeth had no problem paying for treatment for Gregory, he was not expected to be financially secure by his parents’ own earnings, so he spent a lot of his early childhood in daycare. He was given both a buy-and-let-go treatment from them, to allow for more independence, and the option of working from home as a caregiver for a week or two a month, with pay. He chose to work from home, finding it more convenient than having to travel with his child to daycare.
He was very close with his mother, and was a very attentive caretaker of her during these early years. Elizabeth loved him very much, and kept him with great care during these early years. Elizabeth wanted a well-balanced child, so she compensated for any physical challenges he might have had by getting him to play sports or be more physical. Leo also had no problem with this, and so they both raised Gregory nicely.
As Gregory entered elementary school, his mother started spending more time at his school, and he found this very easy. He often sat with her as he learned about history, or taught himself to read. The two of them became very close, and used to frequently go bowling together. Both of them had also been practicing the game for a year by then, and felt that it was not only socially appropriate, but also fun to play. Additionally, the two of them had both noticed that their social circles were quite small, and so they decided to form a bowling league as an alternative. They did not find it especially draining to bowl, but were happy to help out.
At the same time, he began learning how to read and write. He wanted to use this to emulate the ancient Greeks, but instead of seeing any benefit to this, he simply saw the need for something harder. He came up with the idea of stadia, a sort of handheld version of Greek, so his teacher at first was somewhat hesitant about it, but as he tried it, her approval slowly became less and less. As he explored different forms of writing, he came to prefer them over the crude forms he had learned in class, and kept wanting to learn the writing systems of other countries, so he learned Korean as his first language.
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Name: Adrian Pavlovitch
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 11th
Hobbies and Interests: Music (Plays the trumpet in school band and guitar in his own band; makes videos about his music and videos on YouTube; plays the flute in his band's concerts)
Appearance: Adrian is Caucasian, with a heavily muscular build, making him stand out amongst his classmates. He is of Russian descent, and has dark brown eyes, thin lips, and a strong jawline. He is 5'10" tall, weighing in at 155 pounds. He shaves frequently, but he still has noticeably short fingers. His chest is rather large, making him appear shorter than his actual height. He also has a strong chest wall, even with the band clothes he wears. He does have some visible ribs.
Adrian has a relatively clean-cut, well-kept body. He does not wear much makeup, but he does like to wear nice clothes to emphasize his physique. On Casting Day, Adrian was wearing dark blue boxers with a black zip up hood, tan cotton socks, and brown loafers, along with a yellow medium-brown leather jacket and a navy blue crop-top. He was also wearing tan knee-length socks, brown sweatpants, and brown Combat boots.
Biography: Adrian was born on October 31, 2004, to Meredith and Alex Pavlovitch. His mother was an alcoholic and drug user, and his father was an avid basketball player for the Boston Celtics. Both men died of alcoholism and/or drug use within the last year. The young Adrian grew up without the love and care he received from his parents, as their neglect led to his development of a rocky relationship with his mother. His father attempted suicide multiple times, and had multiple doctors attend to him, to no avail. Eventually, he was sent to live with his grandparents, who didn't want him in their home.
As he was sent to live with his grandparents, Adrian stayed behind closed doors, as his grandparents were too upset with him for him to talk to them. When his grandparents heard he was still living under their roof, they broke the news, and sent him to live with them instead. Adrian came home feeling sad, as he didn't want to go back to his grandparents, but his grandparents couldn't beleive him. They were sadistic in their home life, and sent him to live with them because they thought he was a threat to their stability. He was sent to live with them because they thought he was a threat to their little sister, Lyra, who was still alive, and had to be kept in the house until they could find a permanent new home. They sent him to live with his grandparents because he was too scared to go back to his grandmother, and because he was too angry at them for sending him to live with his grandparents. They didn't tell him or his grandparents that he was still in their house, because he didn't want to know how devastated they were.
In his new home, Adrian learned not to scream or show anger at his grandparents, as it only made them sadder. He learned not to cry at the grave, as it would make them sadder if he did. He learned to kiss his grandma, and made an effort not to cry in front of them, either. In the new home, he learned not to curse at his grandparents, as it only made them sadder. Instead, he learned to kiss his grandma on the forehead and say hi to her each morning. He learned to use sarcasm and formal language correctly, so he could at least reach a little knowledge of their history with it, which annoyed them so much that they didn't want to go back to it.
Even though they were afraid of him, Adrian still tried his best to spend time with his grandparents. He would take them out to eat, and then would go back to his grandparents to watch movies and watch tv. When he returned home, his grandparents would have time to read, and the two of them would discuss the evening news together. It was a small talk, and never excessive, but it was the grandparents talking.
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Name: Nikolai Karlov
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 11th
Hobbies and Interests: Comedy, Reading, Writing, Writing for a Comedy
Appearance: Nikolai is of Caucasian descent and has brown skin. He is 5'11" tall and weighs 128 lbs. His height is quite a bit taller than his weight, but not quite reaching 125 lbs. His body tends towards the lean side, shaped by his profession of being a drummer in a punk band. He has a slightly slimmer build than what is typical of what is usually seen of him, with a smaller build for someone his size. His head is of average height and he is very narrow, so his posture is somewhat poor. He also has a short neck, and a slightly angular face, with rounded shoulders and a slightly thinner jaw. His voice is normally quite low-pitched and raspy, but with the variety of characters he's prone to he sometimes sounds deeper than that.
His face is also somewhat small, and has a pronounced snub nose, which is not to be confused with the slightly oversized ears that he sometimes has. He frequently has dark circles under his eyes, and his right eye, unlike his left, is always dark, not light. He has a slightly angular jawline, and broad cheekbones. He has slightly crooked brown eyes. His lower lip twists upward and down constantly, like a hard shell candy machine. On his right cheek, there is a small, small silver bridge, fashioned exactly into the shape of a human mouth, with a straight, rather than angled, bottom line. He also has an eye patch on his right ear, usually attached to a pair of dark gray eyeglasses, although he prefers to wear them with the top of the bridge on.
On the day he was selected for this experiment, Nikolai was wearing dark gray track pants, a gray t-shirt, a black v-neck sweater vest over it, and black oxford shoes. He was also wearing a black oxford dress shirt, along with black sandals.
Biography: Nikolai was born to Marina and Andrey Karlov, two actors of Russian-Jewish descent. He has one sister, Noreen, his junior, from the previous marriage, and a younger brother, Ignaty, from his previous marriage. Marina and Andrey were immigrants to Miami from the Soviet Union, doing their acting training in a local acting studio, and both of them were highly paid actors. From the beginning, their relationship was one of absolute privilege and respect. Both of them had the absolute confidence in their abilities, and the potential to make any person, regardless of their background, become the most powerful and famous person in the world.
Nikolai had already made a name for himself by the time he was old enough to have his parents paying attention to his hobbies, and so was picked first out, studied, and then invited to join the school band. He chose to stay at home because his parents wanted him to spend more time with his family, and said that he wanted to be a band teacher instead, so he left behind a somewhat tumultuous home life to become a teacher. He worked hard as a teacher, going even harder with his band. As a band teacher, he had the opportunity to go to many different schools, because all of his teachers were now getting paid band teachers, and he wanted to go to one. So he went to Mangrove Garden High School.
But he had learned how to read before that, and so was unable to attend Mangrove High with his family. So he instead went to a local private school, Mangrove Gardens High School. The day before he was supposed to be leaving, however, Nikolai's parents called, and got him enrolled in a private school right away.
At first, he was hesitant to go to Mangrove Gardens High, as he had heard that it was a struggling school and that there was nothing special about it. So he figured that he would simply attend a less prestigious school, one that would be more similar to his home. However, he wasn’t able to take the classes, so he instead had to skip them. To his dismay, his parents found out about this, and immediately stopped paying attention to him, and sent him to private school instead.
However, even after he had been skipped, classes continued as normal, and he continued the same with all of his other lessons. At first, he just tried to attend more classes, as he was just getting better and better at it. However, this did not help him much, as he found that he had no real motivation to do anything. His parents also saw that he had no interest in school subjects, and sent him to private school to study any subject he wanted. It was around this time that he
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Name: Tammy "Tami" Myrick
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Grade: 12th
Hobbies and Interests: Watching movies, watching and comparing notes on movies, watching and analyzing SOTF-TV, student council, cheerleading, learning, studying, practicing dance, music, baking
Appearance: Tami is of Greek descent and of medium height. She is dark brown in complexion due to being heavily sunburned, and her body has a lean, muscular quality to it. Her face has a triangular shape, and she has a pointed chin, rather than a sad, thin neck. Tami has long, quivering fingers, and they are often accompanied by a few wiggles of her nose. She shaves often, and has a couple of piercings on her left ear, but otherwise doesn't put any care into her appearance. Her hair is a dark shade of brown, and she is very thick and rigid with it, usually braiding it into a long, messy ponytail. When she does put it in, it is very messy, and she has to dab it down frequently to keep it in place.
Tami has a thin, almost silvery skin tone, and it is mainly hair that she cares about. When she does care about anything else, she will go for bright colours, as colour coordinated hair and eyes looks nice with her. On day, Tami wears a black visor over her head, which exposes her ears to the elements, and dark purple leggings. On her left hand, she wears a pair of black Combat Clogs, and on her right hip, she also wears a black Converse high tops with a white athletic lacing system.
Biography: Tammy was born to David and Angela Myrick on November 28th, 2003. David was a detective in the Melbourne Police Department, and Angela was a nurse at the time. The two met in their mid-twenties, working in the same department, and married within a year and a half. The two of them had a healthy sex life, and eventually married again, this time having discovered that they had secretly been infertile since their first marriage, but Angela was still a nurse at the time. They had four children, three of whom were Tami, and the other being Angela's son, Robert.
Although he was a happy addition to the family, David was always going to have an Achilles heel. As a young child, he was always very lazy, often leaving his father's side to go play video games or watch TV. As a result, Tammy and Tami had to take turns taking care of him, and both of them were often left with their own unpaid babysitters. This became a problem in the future, as David usually left his unpaid babysitters with his own father, who in turn would be left with his own babysitters. Even if David was supposed to be at work, he would be leaving early, leaving Tami to look after him alone.
This added a very low point to their relationship. As Tami grew, and her mind began to develop, she began to neglect David, leaving him to look after himself. This became a big problem, as even if David wasn't in a physical disability, his care for Tami would be very low priority. He simply couldn't be left to care for himself like this, so Tammy had to take over babysitting for many years, often leaving David to his own devices.
This worked out well for Tami, as she was left to look after herself, but it did put an added strain on their relationship, as David wanted to look after Tami herself, while Tami wanted to look after herself. In the end, the four of them managed to overcome this aspect of their relationship, but it did increase the strain on their relationship, as David couldn't look after himself like this anymore.
Eventually, after a lot of coaxing and pleading, David finally relented, and the four of them moved in with Tami. They would still have to take care of him, but they could look after Tami better. However, due to her neglectful behaviour, David often left the house without paying her any bills, so Tami ended up having to take out a payday loan at the rate of three weeks of her allowance each month. This was a major pain in the side of her parents, who couldn't pay her back, especially after his business started improving. At the same time, a major blow to their family life, as Rebecca was now starting high school, and they didn't have any other places to send her.
The four of them moved into a house that Tami renovated, which was in a suburb, near an amusement park, and had a pool in the backyard. This was good, as Rebecca loved swimming,
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Name: Fredrik Karlstrom
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Grade: 12th
Hobbies and Interest: Writing, reading, editing, playing the piano, playing the violin.
Appearance: Fredrik is of the taller stature of 7'2" and weighs 175 lbs. He has light brown hair that he frequently puts in twists to keep in place, styled into a side plait with a fringe. He has a lightly shoulder-length goatee and a nose ring on the left side of his head. He has thin eyebrows and eyelashes, and his eyes are cream yellow. His skin is pale and free of acne, although he does have a small scar above his left eyebrow from getting his cut. His skin also has a small scar above his right ear from getting his gym socks stuck in the shower.
Due to his love of literature, he wears many books to school and reads them on most days, but rarely stays past 4:00pm. He also often keeps a few more note cards in his desk, one of which is a stack of Dick and Jane Austen novels he bought for his grandmother.
On the day he was taken, Fredrik was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a brown leather high top with a grey sash patching the sole, with tan sandals underneath. He wore a dark navy blue button down pocket shirt with the phrase “Dudley, Dudie” on the front and the word “Ding, ding!” on the back. On his hands and feet, there were also several pairs of grey skinny boots, one for each hand. He had on a grey t-shirt with the tag line “Dude, I'm in!” in white, with an arrow pointing up for emphasis.
Biography: Fredrik was born on the 15th of April, 2003 to family of immigrants. His parents were both in their fifties, both in their mid-70's at the time. He was given the name Fredrik as a result of his parents thinking that it was a funny name. He didn’t choose his surname very early on, so it became Stephen, and he shortened it to Fredrik when he grew up.
He was raised in a household that wasn't particularly well-off. While his parents made sure to take care of him as best they could, he was always well fed and had plenty of clothes and food to keep him comfortable. He was spoiled, and had a number of toys that he enjoyed playing with; his parents had given him various gift certificates for different things, usually from school or from his grandparents, to earn money for spending time with his friends, so whenever he was old enough, he would bring a new toy with him to school, as his parents didn’t have any money to spare for gifts.
On some occasions, he would get injured playing with his friends’ toys, or would spend long periods of time away from home, so he would come home with a broken arm or leg, or with toys that
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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If you’re reading this and thinking, “I hate people who stab innocent people.” then you’re not alone. It’s a common sentiment, one that’s surprisingly hard to muster behind closed doors. It’s easy to see how someone who’s done it could turn on you, or else turn on their murderer, and easy to project that anger onto others. It’s easy to be the one to make fun of when everyone else is doing it.
But it’s not that simple. People who do this are usually jerks, and they’re the ones who get to go free because nobody wants to kill them. There’s no time for flattery; you have to do what you want when the time is right, and you have to make it home. Nobody wants to die on television. Nobody.
So when somebody says they’re going to kill somebody, and then they do, that’s a big no-no. They have to be fucking serious. And if they’re going to do it, they better make sure they don’t get caught red handed. I’m not saying to be paranoid, or to go out and buy a thousand-dollar watch or anything like that; I just happen to have a lot of money lying around, and I know a few people who actually wear them religiously.
But somebody has to do it, and they better make sure they don’t get caught flat-footed. And, really, everybody does this. Somebody has to take a long time and look really hard and hard at their actions, and really, nobody wants to be that person. It’s easy to be the hero, the one person who can point to an action and say, well, that’s just a small, isolated, preventable mistake. It’s really hard to commit a major act of evil, and it’s especially hard to undo something you’ve done.
I can’t help but feel like I would’ve been a lot more comfortable committing the same atrocity had I been stabbed by a knife-wielding girl. It’s just how the game is. You can do a lot of crazy things and still get caught up in the moment and forget you were even doing them. It’s hard to turn yourself around when you’re the one doing the turning.
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On a related note, I don’t think Cathryn really deserved to die. I don’t think she deserved to get away with as much as she did. I don’t think anyone did. Cathryn got what she wanted out of the deal, and she was paying attention. She watched her master plan fall apart, and she was furious and disappointed but also hopeful that things would go her way. I have my doubts, too, about whether Cathryn was actually mad. I don’t know. I don’t think she was. But what do I know about her? I know she lied to me, and I know she tried to do me harm but couldn’t quite make it through the night. And while Cathryn may well have been the craziest villain I’ve ever seen on the show, I don’t think she was mad. In fact, I think a lot of the other villains were just doing what Cathryn did. She was following her instincts, but I think her overconfidence got
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7. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Okay, a huge shout-out to the brilliant minds behind this show (and to those behind SOTF: Game of Thones), but it has to go without saying that this is one of the most badass packs ever made. This is a great example of a collaboration pack, as each member of the pack is working in concert to try to get the best outcome for their friends and the world. It’s a group effort, and one that’s clearly driven by a genuine passion for the game. The only thing is, most of the people involved are either dead or barely alive, and most of the other people involved are either older or younger. This is a group of people who care about each other and who want to do their best to help each other get better, who want to be part of something bigger than themselves, and who don’t want to just sit around and wait for the group to magically appear out of thin air. This is the real deal, the kind of pack that’s sure to get you in trouble if you’re not careful, but which also has some really cool extras like a signed copy of its first album and a photo of its leader wearing a skull mask. [$65 value]
6. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic - DVD
This is the standard edition, and it comes with a pretty hefty price tag (around $60). This is the definitive collection, the kind of thing you can easily splurge on even if you don’t collect everything. The only down side is that most of the extras aren’t on the disc, but you can get them for free on VHS or some other illegal means. Still, a fantastic investment if you’re after a collector’s only or if you’re after a mix of classic and modern regions. [$59 value]
5. My Little Pony: The Movie
A little over a year after its original airing, the whole mess of events that led to the rise of the Whittree gang is finally coming to light. It’s a fascinating look at a fascinating time, and one that brings to mind some of the most memorable scenes from the season (I’m partial, of course, to the very end when Rainbow Dash finally does actually die). If The Whittree Chronicles is your thing, you owe it to yourself to pick this one up. [Amazon.com]
4. My Little Pony: Equestria Girls
This is the rare set that includes every single winner of the season (except maybe for one, who I’m sure will be auctioned off eventually). The only qualm is that there’s a pretty steep learning curve to get into the show, as you have to redo your wardrobe a lot and become more familiar with the cast (even if you are an avid viewer). Still, this is a great way to spend an afternoon or two with your friends and figure out what’s cool about them, what’s not cool, and what’s just sort of average. [AU Buyer Beware]
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As for the costume, it was something I made up. I wore it for kicks and because I could, and because I could make it look good. I didn’t really think too much about it afterwards, but I’d just been back from a week of costume shopping and I had this really cute black bunny girl getup with a smile on my face and I was like “Why don’t you give it a try?” and “What do you think?” and “How cool is this?” and “I can wear it around my neck and nobody will look at me and think I’m weird or anything.” So I put it on and I went outside and I had fun. I waved and I laughed and I waved and someone took a picture and I posted it on my instagram and I got tons of likes and it got some likes and likes and people wanted to know more so I started a blog and people wanted it because of me and I’m sorry I can’t just leave you guys be
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and post it anywhere else because I’m so busy with work and school and stuff. But if you’re reading this and thinking “Oh my god, Jewel was so cool and caring and wise” then you’re not alone. I know that’s not a great thing to put on your profile, but it’s true and I don’t really care. If I had to do it over again, I’d just be wearing it around campus more.
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I think there’s a pretty big misconception about me, and that’s that I’m some sort of crazy witch who can fly. I can’t fucking fucking figure that out. I’ve touched on before that I don’t believe in miracles, but I can’t shake the feeling that maybe I’m not as fucked up as I seem. I’ve been sleeping for like an hour and a half at a time, and I don’t even think I’m close to the point where I can lay still. I’m awake but I don’t feel great. I’m actually feeling a little better now than I did before I got kidnapped, and I’ve been feeling better since then. I’m not perfect, and I don’t think anyone is, but I think I have a pretty good idea of how my body works.
My parents raised me around the same time I was growing up, and they were pretty worried about me. They were worried because I was getting into trouble and because I was making bad friends, and they were worried that I was going to crash and burn and that someone else would come along and save me. They were worried that I was just going to fall apart, and that someone was going to step in and take my place. They were worried that I was stupid, and that my natural instincts were going to get me killed. They were worried that I would just laugh at how stupid I was, and then they were going to hang me from a tree instead.
I don’t know why they were so worried. I don’t know if I am gullible or if they really do have some really sick twisted sense of humor. Either way, I don’t think I was really going to
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He’s the one who made the pun in the first place, and he’s the one who spent all that time talking about it and who came up with the pun of his life.
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There are a lot of people who think they know a lot about SOTF, but they don’t. I don’t think I was a big winner, but I don’t think it was a slam-dunk that I wasn’t. It may well be that my knowledge of the show is so limited that I don’t even understand half the rules. I don’t know. But if I did, I’d still be a loser. If I was dumb, though, I wouldn’t be cheating on my husband with the people who probably know the most about SOTF.
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I’m not stupid. I think I’ve mentioned this before. It’s just a shame that so many people don’t think they’re more smart than they actually are.
I’ve said it before, but I know I’m a pretty astute viewer. I’ve watched a lot of SOTF so I know what’s going on with the contestants. I know that’s not a perfect way to judge someone, but it is a pretty good indicator of how the show actually is. And, okay, I’m not perfect. I watch the show and sometimes my brain gets fuzzy or I’m forgetful or I’m just really picky about certain things. I’ve watched every season so far and I can say with some confidence that there’s not one person on the show I’m not aware of. There are plenty of smart people, but there’s a handful who just don’t watch because they’re too busy partying to give a damn about the people who’re actually trying.
I’m a bit of a nosy nosy girl, so I’ve been following the show since its inception. I’ve been on the show a few times to talk with the other members of the team and to mingle with the viewers. I’ve also been on the phone with some of the producers, and I’m off the record if I disagree with what they say. I’ve talked about my feelings on the phone with some of the people who’re on the show, and I’m off the record if I disagree with how they’re treating me.
The one thing I can say for sure is that I’ve been on the receiving end of a lot of verbal abuse from the viewers. I get it. It’s been rough on my feelings and on my feelings of clanship to the people I’ve hurt the most. But I’ve also learned that if you really want to make it on the show, you have to take things into your own hands. You have to lash out. And the funny thing is, most of the people who’re trying to get me to talk are trying to do exactly the opposite. They’re trying to get me to shut up and shut up and shut up and shut up.
So, okay, I may be a bit blasé about it. I may be able to brush it off as a form of playful teasing, or I
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The second half of the season, you’re more or less screwed. The only way out is through a violent, detached suicide.
In SOTF Champions, you can hide behind an alias. I did it for a few reasons. First, I like disguisings. They let you blend in more or blend in with the crowd, which is kind of my style. I also’ve been called names (I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me) and threatened with death if I don’t change my shit. It’s weird, but it’s kind of arousing to think that someone out there’s watching out for me. It’s empowering. Second, I wanted to give myself an advantage going into Endgame. I’m not super strong, and Endgame’s not the strongest arena I’ve played in, but I thought it would be really interesting to see how I would do against someone who was. I’m a pretty physical person, and Endgame’s pretty much flat-out hell on Earth without me hitting them. So I went with a pogo stick in my hand and a fake gun in my pants.
Endgame was actually pretty entertaining, and I actually really like fake guns. I’ve got my doubts, though, about whether or not it actually was possible to shoot someone with one. It just goes to show, sometimes the best weapon is a fake one.
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When Endgame came around, my arm started hurting a lot. It hurt a lot from the punches I took, but mostly from the way it ached. I was getting used to it, I think. I’d just been hurt before, and I’d always been afraid of heights, and I was really tired of fighting. I’d just been through a lot, and Endgame really let me down. I wanted to do more, to do it right, to finish things. I was really hoping that Endgame would let me go. I was going to kill them both, but Endgame didn’t want to end with me. It wanted to go on for a while, and it wanted to leave a legacy. It’d left a lot of room for growth, for me to step up and do my best, and it was going to be a long, slow process of burying the hatchet and reconciliation. But Endgame didn’t quite work out that way. They’d actually really let me go, even as Endgame was developing. I didn’t really understand what was going on. They’d let me go because they figured I wouldn’t be able to finish what I was doing, but it turned out they were wrong. I couldn’t finish what I was doing, and Endgame wasn’t going to let me go until I was completely at peace.
I was at peace with myself at the end of Endgame. I was happy for the two of them. I’d decided they’d be together for a long time, and I was okay with it. I’d also decided that Endgame wouldn’t happen, and that’s why I’d made the decision to put it off. I’d let myself go too far, and Endgame wouldn’t happen either, and that was enough.
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The other contestants weren’t too happy with me
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The only thing is, I wasn’t really paying very much attention to it. Once I realized that, all hell broke loose.
I’m not special. I don’t think I am. I don’t think anyone is. The thing is, though, if you look at me closely enough you’ll notice that I have a really obvious tattoo on my thigh. It’s a circle about the size of a quarter, with a star in the middle. I got it because I was chased by a really big dog, and I’m not very good with tools so I had to break a window to get it fixed. It’s a pun, really, because I was actually pretty much a house-cat before I got the tattoo. I’m not really into animals, but I had this really interesting desire to category my way out of a bind and into some sort of pre-emptive action. I’d been thinking a lot about the ethics of killing, and the only way to come to that conclusion was to actually engage with the concern. It’s not a big thing to say you’re going to kill a bunch of people if you think they’re going to kill you back, and it’s worse to just walk away. That’s what a normal person does, that’s how they deal with things.
I got the tattoo because I had this really interesting desire to know more. I was curious, and I’d always wanted to know more, but I hadn’t really gotten the hang of the subject before the game. I’d read a lot about it, but I hadn’t really gotten the hang of the people who were willing to talk about it. I figured I could just ask around and find out more, and maybe one of them would take me under their wing or something. I figured I could just walk away and not be bothered, and that was pretty much my plan from the moment I woke up.
I wasn’t so sure about that. I went and found out more about it, and I talked to a lot of people about it. Some of them were pretty upset about what I’d done, and some of them were just really curious. People who work for EA, or who were excepted by that point, I didn’t really get to talk to much. I ended up with this little book, and it’s this glossy, soft-cover book with a gorgeous cover. It’s got all these great anecdotes and all these little nuggets of information about people who work for the company. It’s like a behind-the-scenes look at an awesome production. It’s like a behind-the-scenes look at a really special person. It’s a behind-the-scenes look at a person who’s gone above and beyond the call of duty and who’s giving back to the community in a way that’s really touching and unique.
I got the idea for the character I’d be wearing when I was getting ready to go undercover, and I came up with this idea in my head as I was walking down the hall, and I kind of threw it together in my mind like, oh, I’d throw this thing on and go, and then I’d go and fuck some people up. I thought, oh, I’d
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The band went and sold out Madison Square Garden, and I think that was a pretty big deal. They had a real following, and a lot of that was because of the music. The video game they made has a lot of similarities with the movie, but that’s not the same as it being a direct direct rip-off. It’s not even close. If anything, the two seem to have more in common than they do different.
In any case, I went with them because I thought they might have some good ideas for how to improve my odds, and also because I could get some autographs for my
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purchase. I didn’t really mind doing the autographs, really. It’s funny, because I was thinking about doing the same thing a little when they told me I had to do them. I was like, okay, I’ll have to get the autographs done, but what’s the big rush? I have to get this off my chest now, right before the game starts? And they’d just told me not to talk to the press. I could’ve just walked away, put it behind me, and gone. But I said okay, let’s go, and they took me seriously enough that I kept walking.
I thought the whole thing was kind of funny, but I don’t think anyone really took it very seriously. I don’t think anyone was laughing with me or anything. It was a distraction, a way to get something off my chest without actually having to go anywhere. It was a way to make me feel better about myself, without actually doing anything to help me feel better. It was a way to make Karen blush, without actually changing her expression. It was a way to get Karen to look at me with something other than absolute hatred or pure, absolute, unadulsionable joy.
I don’t know. If I had to guess, I’m sure I could come up with a couple of reasons why. Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe she just thought I was being paranoid. Maybe she thought I was being really hard on her. Maybe she just wanted to make sure I wasn’t just being hard because I’m a bitch. Maybe she just wanted to make sure I wasn’t just doing this to spite her.
Whatever the case, Karen shook my confidence and ruined my day. She ruined my day not by making fun of me but by making fun of me. And she ruined my day after I told her not to laugh.
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The other contestants were also pretty funny, but I didn’t get many chances to interact with them since I was stuck in traffic and couldn’t do much to get them to laugh at my expense. As a result, I have a lot of feelings about how I was treated by the other contestants.
The obvious one is that I should’ve been more careful with whom I killed and if I was rude to them I should’ve been punished. I didn’t kill anyone intentionally. I could’ve attacked them with my car or something, maybe even gotten into a fight. I wasn’t that funny, and I wasn’t that hard to deal with. I was just stressed, and I’m not stupid. I watched as many seasons as I could
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Notice how the top three are all from the same season? That’s right, I’m told, by a pair of students who were really good friends of mine but didn’t get to stay with each other and start shooting until the very end. That’s one of the beautiful things about SOTF, that you can spend as much time with your friends as you want and not really get left behind.
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The Top Ten Underrated Villains From The Past
I know this is a pretty big list, and I really do mean it. From my point of view, there are ten under-rated villains from the past ten seasons. That’s a lot of villains, and I’m sure you all agree that there are some pretty good contenders. I did a little research and I couldn’t find a single one I don’t like. I’m not saying you’re wrong, I’m not calling you evil, I’m not forcing my way on you or anything. I just don’t think everyone is villainous, and I don’t think anyone is.
10. Jake Fenwick, Season Thirty-Four
Jake’s a villain because he’s overconfident and because he’s stuck on a mission. He’s overconfident because he didn’t put forth the effort necessary to back up his claim; he didn’t put forth the effort necessary to convince anyone that he was actually trying; and he’s overconfident because he’s unafraid to take risks and to go where others wouldn’t go. At the same time, he’s very much a bystander, and that’s admirable in a way because he’s so easily swayed by the coming attractions.
9. Jonathan Wilson, Season Thirty-Five
One of the nicest kids at school, Jonathan’s a bit of a down-and-out loafer who’s not really into sports. He’s the sort of kid who maybe goes to the movies with his crush, but who’s really into soccer and stuff. He’s smart and fun, and I think he’ll be a great addition to any season-long group.
8. Jared Lee, Season Thirty-Six
Okay, a bit of a letdown since he’s dead, but still a winner. Jared’s a sweet kid, and I really wish he’d stuck around longer. He could’ve developed into a really interesting player, and maybe even produced one of his own, but he’s just a kid and he’s at a loss as to how to go about it. Maybe he’s one of those kids who’s really into sports because their parents are and because they’re the sort of people to put their faith in the system. I don’t know. Maybe he’s the sort of kid who just needs to be left alone.
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7. Teddy, Season Forty-Seven
Teddy is my personal pick for worst villain of all time, and that’s saying a lot. The kid’s a total bitch, but he’s
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7. Jewel Evans
Jewel is a bit on the long-list for a few reasons. The first is that she’s just so damn hot. The second is that she’s a really good friend of my sister’s and my parents’s and so everyone thinks she’s just a slut. The third is that she’s really smart and interesting and interesting people make up a pretty small group, so I’m sure there’s some really good stuff in her past but I haven’t pored over it yet. Anyway, Jewel’s a really slutty lawyer and a really slutty writer. She’s really into SOTF and games and having fun while doing it. She’s got a bunch of studded boots and a really slutty costume, and I think that’s all there is to her. She’s the sort of person to get me excited about a book even when I don’t read it. She’s also really into SOTF and games, and I’m really into games and watching the season when it’s on. I always wanted to be a part of something more when I was a kid, but I never quite got there. I don’t think I was good enough. I don’t think I was special. I think a lot of kids my age are, but I never was special. I was just unlucky.
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Anyways, Jewel’s a really slutty lawyer too and she’s on this witch hunt to find out if anyone in Whittree actually is a witch. She’s really pissed off that someone tried to make her life a living hell by trying to stop her. She’s also really pissed off about the way someone tried to use her to score a hit with her, and also because someone tried to use her to steal her away from her friends.
I don’t think I was special at all. I don’t think I was special enough to get away with what they did to my bestie. I don’t think I was special enough to get away with what my family did. I don’t think I was special enough to go away. I don’t think I was, you know, special enough to do something that nobody saw coming or anything. And even if I was, wouldn’t anybody really have blamed me if I decided I was going to do that?” So instead, I’m going to tell you about some of the things that were actually pretty special about me when they happened, things like how special they were to my friends and the people I cared about.
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I can’t help but feel like I should have been more special to my friends. I should’ve been more like them. I should’ve been more like Kristine, by the way. I should’ve been more like Jack. I should’ve been more like Anastasia, by the way. I should’ve been more like Lisa. I should’ve been more like Claire. I should’ve been more like Cathryn, by the way. I can’t help feeling like I could’ve just as easily ended up like Cathryn, had Jack not intervened.
I’m not special.
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In the end, I’m not sure what I would’ve done if I had just one more chance. I would’ve died, probably, and that would’ve been okay. I’d be dead, and that would’ve been it. I’d be a goner and that would’ve been it. But what else could I do?
I have one more chance. I have one I’ll fight for. I have one I can’t give up. I have one I could’ve had any number of other ways, but I chose not to. It’s not easy. I know. I’m a tough cookie. I know I’m a pretty intelligent cookie. I can read minds, and I know a few things about SOTF, but I don’t think I could read a fucking sentence without getting wrenched out of it. I don’t want to leave my parents and my friends. I don’t think I could leave my room.
So, there I am, standing in the rain, wondering what I’d do if I had another chance. What would I do? Would I’ve just been a nuisance? Would I’ve just been a laughing stock? Would I’ve just been another fat kid with a big smile and a bunch of friends who thought the same way I do? Would I’ve just been another loser who got picked because someone else had the misfortune to fall in love with me?
I don’t think so. I don’t think most people fall for losers. I don’t think most people fall for losers because they’re really really into losers, or because they’re really into being a loser, or because they’re into the sort of superficial nonsense that gets passed around at parties. I don’t think a lot of people fall for losers, but that’s exactly what losers get, a convenient convenient lie to peddle to the gullible.
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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Vasily was also here, and he was getting there pretty quickly. He had been here about fifteen minutes when the doors finally swung open, the girls all showing up and entering the cafeteria. He almost looked like a blur being there, the color gone from his face and the sweat pouring off him a hot and heavy mess, his hoodie pulled up to keep the sun off of him.
That was going to be a wild scene.
"Señor Tech Noreen," he said, standing up as the girl in the cafeteria greeted him, "you're pretty cool, I'm guessing."
She turned to the girl in the wing, letting out another big, bashful cheer.
"Hey!" She said, "I didn't think you were here, so happy to see you!"
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#4Post by Latin For Dragula » Sat Feb 15, 2020 3:45 pm
Alyssa was in a complete uproar, actually. She was having a super hard time hearing and speaking at the same time, so she just let out a cheer and did a quick little dance to the Beatles' Let It Be. She was super excited, and she was sweating like a girl possessed. The last round had kinda been like, she didn't think it'd actually been played that many times before, but it was always happened.
She was standing on the roof at the conclusion of the round, watching the other players battle one another as they chatted, when she noticed some of her good mates. They were everyone from the local drag queen to the big shot corporate sponsors, so Alyssa was here to see if anyone knew a good team for the night. Or was it just someone who'd seen her stream before, and then turned up? So. Who was she dealing with? She looked back at Leo and saw if there was anything else noteworthy, like he'd tried to join yesterday but it was against the rules, or was it the other way around? At present time she couldn't remember anything special about any of the students that she ran into, so she was leaning hard on Leo to keep the dance going.
"Oh shit!" She said, clapping her hands, "that was the one and only time in the competition history that Alyssa's actually beaten me!"
She looked around, making sure everyone was paying attention to the action. She tapped her fingers on the roof with her foot, "Hey, anybody want to comment?"
She looked at everyone again, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Nobody paid her any mind, which was a big deal, because nobody could have known that this whole drag racing thing was going to get this far. She'd been dancing around the issue of who would be the first person to beat her for a while now, but as much as everybody else was beating her up, there was only room for one person to be. Everyone else was just playing the game to get her to, and she was just the guy waiting to be pushed around. She'd had a few opponents over the years, but nobody had managed to push her to a serious fight.
But then Alyssa decided to finally put the hatchet into the works, and take her opponent down. She began to circle around to try and find a spot where she could land a well-placed punch, but nobody moved. She was circling in place and nobody was showing up to bat, so she was in a perfect spot
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"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"
The last attack of the match was a crazy one. Alaska and Seo-yun were in each other's lead, but the final attack of the match saw Seo-yun secure the victory, as her opponent backed off and she pushed forward with a left hand.
"Ah, shit, here we go."
"Thank you."
Seo-yun looked back at her scorecard, and let out a cheer that quickly spread through the rest of the crowd, as her opponent gave way to a standing ovation.
“Thank you, Mary.”
She turned back to the television screen, and saw the final scores for the last three matches, as her opponent gave way to a standing ovation.
Mandy’s lap was now hers, and she began to read a play-by-play.
“To close out the match, Mary made use of a tactical move that would give Seo-yun pause no longer.”
She paused, and looked back at the corner of the screen. There was a brief moment of silence as the scorecards were read, and then Seo-yun’s opponent began her applause.
“Thanks very much,” Mandy said simply. “She made some good points, and defended herself well.”
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#6Post by RetroVenus » Mon Sep 02, 2020 8:07 am
Shit, someone must have left a comment on her post. Mandy closed her browser to hide her face from the camera, and looked up from the computer to see her comment-user avatar, smiling at the camera woman.
… Yeah, she really should have blocked that one, but I suppose that was just the internet.
Mandy chuckled.
It was probably not much, but it was good that the internet didn't work for her, she guess.
"Oh, you enjoyed that?" She said, a smile still on her face. "I bet my viewership of the match made a new fan come on the stream and replay the fight a second time. I think you outlived your opponent, thanks to your popularity."
Mandy looked around the room to make sure nobody else was watching. Oh, right, she had forgotten to block her account. That made things even more unfair, huh?
Saying sorry once again, Mandy looked over her shoulder to spot a passing fan lurking near the corner of the room. She smiled to herself.
"Hey, you could try to interrupt me and go in there and end up getting baited again," she said gently. "Or at least try to take your shirt off."
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#7Unread post by Dan Yugheesling » Tue Sep 03, 2020 5:22 am
“I’m not taking any chances,” Seo-yun said with a smile. “There’s plenty of options, really.”
She looked back over to the
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Fisk got the drift, didn’t he? Let’s be real, this whole 'thinking outside of the box' thing worked for him more than any other book he’d read. The trickiest part was writing it all down and putting it on paper. It kept getting rearranged. The ending didn’t line up, so it had to be a long way between where the series was and the climax it was supposed to bring.
“Yeah, actually, the only reason I didn’t finish this book was that my mom got me this copy at a thrift store a couple months ago and I couldn’t get my hands on it.”
She paused.
“Do you want me to call your mom? She’s in the neighborhood and I think she might know where this copy is.”
There were tears.
“I don’t really know that I can really call my mom right now, but I’m calling her. And I’m going to call her.”
And then came the part where Fisk confessed his love to her. She smiled.
“Thanks, but really I’m not actually in the center of any of this. Just… I’m here with someone, somewhere, when the show ends and things sorta… get interesting.”
And then came the part where he tried to talk to her without her knowledge. She guessed that was a yes. Or more likely a no.
“I’m not in the know, but if this ends up being a thing, can you please stay on the line? I—”
She fumbled with her camera. Sometimes, she just let her eyes drift off to look at a wall she shouldn’t have been here. Occasionally, she raised her hand and pointed at something on the screen.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you, I guess.”
She smiled.
“I think you should go over there and see if there is anyone I can speak with for you. Don’t go in alone, and don’t get lost.”
She turned her head again and spoke to Fisk for the final time. Before she was out the door, Laura made a complaint.
“Fisk, if you want to call my room, there’s a mirror over there. “
She went over there and found a bed and set it up on the side of the bed hung with a short, black ribbon. There was an elastic band wrapped around her wrist, holding her close. She looked at the mirror she had drawn for herself. She gave it a swish and it came around. She smiled.
“Of course, I want to call your room, too.” She looked back at Fisk. “If anything, this shouldn’t be too hard. I’ve already gotten my room ready, and I got all the ingredients for dressing it up.”
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She looked down at the back of her backpack, tilting her head a bit. What had she missed out on? She’d been wearing this thing, sleeves rolled up, an IV in one arm, and a handkerchief stuffed between her fingers in the other. She thought about asking her mom which one she should put on the gloves she’d been given, but decided against it. Maybe later, when they’d taken a break, her mom would make a hashtag for them to tag on photos.
Either way, she was practically giddy with excitement. It was hard to believe, but this was some crazy shit. So she was sitting here, giddy with excitement, waiting for her lucky star to cross, when it didn’t. It was a miracle. Everybody knew about this miracle, because that’d be weird, but nobody ever asked. Nobody.
All the sudden, an older boy appeared from nowhere and asked,
“Did you see that miracle?”
And everything went black.
“Did I?”
...
...
"What did you say?"
...
“Did you see the miracle?”
He asked again. Everyone looked at her again, and then he asked the words.
“The name’s Leah, by the way.”
All eyes turned back to her and she felt the smile on her face slowly build to full.
“It went away.”
And then it went flat.
“No. I didn’t,” she said. “I just got tired of waiting for it to build up anyway.”
That was actually kind of fun. Making people feel like they could fall for bullshit. Except when it got real serious, that was kinda sick.
“So, uh. ‘What do you think about the future?”
She didn’t want to look like a dumbass and try to talk her way out of a black eye, so she leaned back in her chair, leaned forward, and leaned her head back, relaxing her neck. It looked like she was sitting on a bench in her parka, so it was kinda quiet. It’d be okay.
...
"Me, I think we should keep exploring, but honestly?"
...
“What about you? Do you mind if we go home?"
It was hard not to glance at her and wonder what would happen to her hands, and how she’d gone so light in those hands. The line of the bench went down, and Leah got to the bench where the restrooms were. She walked over and knocked.
“Yes, I do mind.”
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#3Post by Primrosette » Sun Jun 16, 2020 9:06 am
Leah woke up. She opened her eyes. She felt like she was floating on the surface of water, hair hanging down from her face. She was floating on air, floating in a vacuum, but she was still floating. She had no idea where she was. She didn't know how long she had been there. She didn't know if she had ever actually seen anybody in her physical form. She had seen her face on a little magazine in a fantasy world, but she never
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"SOTF might be the cause, but we don't think it's the answer."
He couldn't quite hear her over the throbbing in his ears, but it was hard to avoid the throbbing throbbing of his own ears. He'd heard a rumor or two about her before, about how, during one of her practice games, she took herself off the game entirely and returned the favor to the house she was supposed to be playing in by playing a single, harmless, easy-going, and not-at-all-terrifying round. The rumor hadn't been verified or outright wrong, but it certainly didn't help her mood.
"It has been said many times that SOTF is a curse against America," she continued, "and I think that's true."
That would put her medallion of fame squarely on her chin, and just a bit in her eyeline, just below the eye. She tapped a few quick circles on her keyboard, and hit Enter. "You went through your own personal adventures, and you know there's a lot to talk about." She looked around the room for questions, and then started to move towards them.
"Any current adventures you want to tell me about?"
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#27Post by Catche Jagger » Sun Sep 23, 2020 10:07 am
She was in her own little world.
It happened so fast.
She felt like she was floating in a vast ocean of noise and colors and sounds. The ocean was deep, and very, very bright. She looked out onto the water and saw a few white, two-ply dinghies, one of which turned and ran off into the distance, a large white plane with two black boxes on it, and then she noticed a small black dot in the distance. That was an airplane crash.
Luanne, at that moment, was at the airport. She saw her family's green minivan and approached it. She did a double take and drove over. Her parents were shocked and grateful for the break. She opened the door and stepped inside.
Luanne stood and took a seat.
"Ah, wow," she said, "this is a real treat!"
She turned to Leslie, "I thought you weren't going anywhere."
Leslie gave his best annoyed look.
"It's not personal, Leslie," she said, "you just don't get it."
Luanne glanced over at Leslie.
"What was so special about your shower today, by the way?" she asked, reaching in to find a towel.
"Aight, the thing is, I'm a bit of a lesbian!"
"You're a lesbian?"
"Yep!"
He stared at the ground and then at the wall behind him. He turned back and stared at the wall, "Do you know any lesbians?"
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#28Post by AnimeNerd88 » Sun Sep 23, 2020 9:51 am
“Don’t worry, our airplanes are the best.”
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Sylv, Trash Man (@sylvanusofficial)
i like trash mangers
i like trash mangers i like trash mangers
yeah right!
Sylv, Trash Man (@sylvanusofficial)
i was talking to my buddhist cha..i saw him in person so i decided to shoot my way through all 50 states!
Sylv, Trash Man (@sylvanusofficial)
this is the state i wanna be
fuckin fake news
get out the voting booth
voter ID
i think i've seen every state! i could name 100-plus outta my wits
i got 1,000 i guess
but i'm still getting my ass kicked out
fuckin white collar, real life jobs
i want to tell u i'm not a robot, i'm a machine! i want to tell u i'm not a fake voter
i don't care if u don't believe me! i made this game to sell games i made 2 years ago to get people to play! i want to tell ya my story
i want to tell ya i'm not a fake voter
i'm not a robot
i'm real! i'm evil! i'm so out of touch with reality i'm a machine! i'm the real deal! i'm evil!
i am trash man
i'm evil! fuck maryland
i'm evil! i'm evil! i'm great man! i'm the real deal! i'm the master! i'm bad monkey wren! i'm the worst monkey wren ever lived!
i'm evil! i'm horrible! i'm the king of wren town! if i had a dick i wouldnt worry if everyone thought i was evil im as bad monkey wren i'm no good monkey wren i'm not the devil im not evil im not real life u should care about me if you want to be popular im alive i'm evil i'm the real deal
stop letting everyone tell you i'm better than you i'm evil im the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal im the real deal i'm the real deal
i'm evil! i'm the real deal! i'm evil! i'm the king of wren town! i wouldnt feel ashamed im so out of touch with reality i'm a machine! i'm the real deal! i'm the true king i'm the real deal I'm the real deal i'm the real deal im the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal im the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal i'm the real deal
i'm evil! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal!
i'm evil! i'm the real deal! i'm the real deal!
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“The car does not stop.”
“Do not touch me.”
...
...
...
A white 2018 Volvo stopped outside of a gas station named ‘The Wild Turkey’. It was owned by a couple named’ and “Noreen’ and they had just come from the gas station with their two dogs. Their three dogs, a golden retriever and a miniature golden brown, sat happily in the passenger seat as they watched the scenery outside. The scenery was beautiful and the scenery was beautiful to look at. The climate was also nice and the climate is nice.
The couple gave Noreen a small present.
“This is for you and your dog. Do not hesitate to get out of the car and get out if you can't get a good angle.”
They handed the present to Noreen and she took a small bite.
“This is for your dog. Do not hesitate to get out of the car and get out if you cannot get a good angle.”
And then the car started moving, and the three dogs got out and they trotted off with the present in hand.
Noreen didn’t hesitate to get out of the car.
It took her a few moments to realize that a picture of her (which she had taken from the car) had come on the screen. She looked over and she stared at the sign in front of her car.
Sylvain, the one who was driving, had his hands full.
“Holy shitballs.” Noreen gasped. “He’s- he’s got the car! This was crazy.”
But she quickly fixed that look back on Sylvain. “Holy shit...” She gave a small laugh. “...Did you try and film it?”
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#2Post by Slam » Mon Jan 29, 2020 6:07 pm
((Alaska Ferguson continued from Champions 102))
"You were like, the first to jump in, Alaska?"
"Yeah, but the good thing about living in a city is that you can jump in without much thought as anything's bound to pop up," Alaska said proudly.
"Like, if you look at the top players, most likely there's going to be like, one rival out there, and it's going to be like, super relevant," Alaska explained. "Whereas, like, say you're the World Champion of a country and you live in Paris, you're going to be as relevant or even more relevant than if you were playing in Denmark, because Paris is like 200 miles away from where the rest of the World is. So playing in Paris is like, equivalent to getting to know like, every country in the world."
"Now, even if Paris is like 200 miles away, if you want to be the World Champion of a city like, you have to know every single person in the country, like, real-estate prices, entertainment value, all of that," Alaska continued. "So playing in a city like Madrid doesn't really make you as relevant as playing in any other place."
"That still means, though, that, instead of me, you have the like, maybe some kid in Mangrove Garden or some French rapper in the Wild Card Park or some
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They were looking forward to having him here.
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#3Post by Buko » Fri Mar 27, 2020 7:18 pm
"Hey. It's good to see you."
That was the most Lucille could say for right now. She had a feeling that this was going to be a long day. Not only that Lucille's but everyone's day was going to be hung up on something. What was she going to work on today? That was something she didn’t know but it was something everyone here in the Computer Museum was working on. It was kind of a big deal because just a few years ago the only thing computers could do was to read a few pages of text from a few books.
What was particularly special about the show was that it was using the whole kit and caboodle of the English language to talk to you, the human being, about things like how terrible the weather was in New York or why you should never, ever ever, ever, ever… sit down for a long line in order to get to the toilet. English was all the rage these days, as in there was definitely going to be a crapton of English teachers to learn your national speech. As a matter of fact there was going to be a new kind of English teacher in town. One who spoke your language. If you worked at a Japanese café then you might want to consider getting a different job to teach English so you could talk to people in the US, as opposed to being a waiter or waitress.
But for now you can know Japanese for the art rather than the other way around.
"Oh?" Lucille asked. "That's not good. She’s really not giving you her phone number. You've never signed anything with her, so this is probably meaningless."
"Maybe she took it down with the guys," Lucille suggested. "They may not care."
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#4Post by Cicadan » Sat Mar 28, 2020 6:40 am
((Kamille Rémy Martel: Sandbox Start))
Kamille Rémy Martel, known to his friends as Kam, preferred to keep a vocal range of 20-25 on his notes printed in ink on paper. That way he never sounded as if he had said an entire note; instead, each note bounced off his wood block desk as it bounced slightly on the walls. It was the type of thing he would say quietly, behind closed doors, if he had the opportunity, but right here, right now, there wasn't even a need to. Kam was used to performing in front of an audience of 10,000 or twenty,000, but right now there was only an audience of 3,500 or such. Kam made a new start to his note, and his voice began to rise to his mouth's delight.
"Excellent! Wonderful!" he exclaimed. "Here I am, on stage, presenting to the world my newest creation: The K-pop Star Junior High School Musical!"
He placed his pen down, and took a deep breath.
"Come now," he said softly, opening his mouth to put a final flourish, "let me tell you something. Today, we saw the peak of Kamille Rémy Martel. Checkmate."
Kamille gave a slight bow, and closed his mouth for
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"We thought we had left off at the start of class, but then the clock just started ticking, and so we were forced to start from the very beginning," he finished. "The result is that we've now spent twelve more minutes in the lesson, with only one student having progressed beyond the first term."
Giselle smiled to counter the tears welling up in her eyes. She slowly walked over to the desk and leaned down to tap the student who remained. It was a brief gesture, meant to break the monotony, but it had the intended effect. She leaned in and whispered in the girl's ear, "Giselle. Giselle"
Giselle lifted the top of her hand and squeezed it a couple of times to indicate that her gesture had gone well. The expression on the other girl's face had gone from one of surprise to complete relief at finding someone worthy of her attention. It was a rare occurrence, however; the rarity was something she rather treasured very much, as evidenced by the fact that she had managed to see her name written on a large check that she placed onto it at the beginning of the lesson.
"Well, at least the class has taught you a thing or two about being a teacher," Giselle said, setting the check into the appropriate drawer onto a chair opposite the girl now staring vacantly at the wall. "Hopefully we can continue the lesson as planned."
She reached down for her book bag and pulled out a book entitled Schoolwork and Leisure . As she unfolded it for the girl to sit on, Giselle began to read from it.
"So," Giselle began, "it has come to my attention that you two have been spending way too much time together."
Giselle turned to her friend, her smile only slightly faltering, and continued her reading.
"So, yeah," she continued, her voice becoming somewhat lighter, "students shouldn't spend so much time together, especially in the heat of the day. I think it is irresponsible, both of you, to think that spending so much time together would produce such a good teacher."
She turned to Leo and mentioned that he could make an exception for himself, but he hesitated before doing so.
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#11Post by Somersault » Mon Mar 30, 2020 2:01 am
Leo tried to keep his gaze focused on the teacher behind him. He hadn't noticed that Giselle had left the room just as the bell went off in the middle of the bell curve. He had hoped that Giselle would be polite enough to try and fix the problem, but she didn't seem like the sort that would do so.
"Well, the bell's rung twice in a row for the last two years, so we must be in the third year of a four year course, aren't we?" She asked, turning her head slightly to look at the girl sitting across from her. Leo almost felt a little sorry for her; he knew Giselle was rather irate with some of her classmates, and especially with him, but he never heard her out until now. "Don't worry about it, we were just focusing on our homework and you were busy with your own assignment that wasn't your homework." Leo's gaze slid out from under Giselle's, switching gears to look at the other two girls.
"Giselle, you might want to continue
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The person that asked the question was...not at all interested in what you were doing! He only seemed to be in the place to shoot SOTF-TV. So, that was okay!
"SOTF-TV! It's real!!" He proclaimed, putting his hand to his nose and trying to put a smile on his face. There was no mistaking it - this was serious business! "It's like, if you actually wanted to be a cop, you would have to go to SOTF-TV."
There was probably a decent amount of people in the school that didn't believe in SOTF-TV, but he was sure that half of them did. The people that actually did watch the show were the ones that were hardcore fans of SOTF. The fact that maybe a couple of kids from high school watched it for the fun of it showed what a hit it is!
"...There's this show every Thursday where two contestants fight for the part of the villainous celebrity Karen Ruiz. Can you guess whose episode it is?"
It didn't matter much what he knew as far as the plot of the show was concerned; Sometime the villainous Karen Ruiz would get her villainous turn, so when Karen Ruiz won the season the second round the two old foes would battle it out for the last five seasons. The two fan-favorites would then compete for the final six seasons of the series with other SOTF-TV seasons.
"You can guess! Me or Mariko!!" He exclaimed, throwing his head back and making a murderous bird-like noise with a facial expression. "You might be the next Mariko, or the Johnny-oh!"
If he was being completely honest about his feelings, he really didn't give a shit about the future of the show he was in the fifth season of. He was only there to watch the best of the best of the show, and he really wouldn't have much of a gripe if the contestants that came in after him were all ugly and terrible.
He just wanted to be the best of the best in the show, and he really, really, really wanted to be the Doctor Who.
((Junji Yamada continued in Dalek Lair))
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#2Post by Jilly » Sat Aug 19, 2020 3:19 pm
((Mary Cheung continued from Orlando Five-O))
It was pretty chilly outside, which was probably why both Pippi and Mariko were like "F-ing white-real-" before they were in the cafeteria. Mariko wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but she was pretty sure someone with Mariko Fever would be pretty sharp, so whatever. Mary still remembered to use sharp, though. Mariko was probably getting a lot of actual cafeteria food.
For once, Mariko didn't mind making a break.
There was, like, probably going to be a reason for these breaks.
((Mary Cheung shifted to Orlando Five-O location))
Mary stepped outside, putting the files that she'd used to clean up the damage to the windows down on the counter. "Sorry, it's just, I was working, y'know?" she began, letting out a short laugh. "I think I broke, like, two of the air conditioners here. We don't have any air conditioning anymore, so, like, you wouldn't know that broken air conditioners sucked unless
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
Leslie Lowell was born on December 23, 1931, in Columbus, Ohio. After attending Northwestern University for two years, Lowell moved to San Francisco in 1954, where he became a member of the San Francisco Improv Players and the San Francisco Spoleto Ensemble. After teaching at SFSU and the University of Washington, Lowell moved to New York City, where he worked as a copywriter. He co-founded the New York Comedy Club with Jerry Seinfeld, then became a founding member of the famed Second City. After a residency at ImprovOlympica with Second City's Jack McBrayer, Lowell became a cast member at the Second City's Sketch Festivals and eventually toured with him in Europe and Canada.
Calla Evans was sentenced to three years in prison Monday for the murder of an Oklahoma City police officer.
Alaska Ferguson was one of the first victims of the Ebola outbreak.
Timothy Torales was a 22-year-old resident of the U.S. Virgin Islands who moved to Las Vegas to seek work as a casino security guard, only to be sentenced to 12 years in prison for helping to smuggle cocaine over the border into the U.S. from South America in 2014.
Dale Hawthorne was brought up in Atlanta, Georgia, and grew up on the beach and a skateboard. Inspired by his parents with an obsessive focus on craft, he was very talented at skateboarding.
Keegan Garcia was the best offensive lineman at the NFL Scouting Combine, which is really what the Packers hoped for. The only reason the Packers chose him is they felt he was the best player at his position. Garcia is going to be a good football player and if he gets the opportunity to run with the No. 1 offense, he will do OK.
Virginia Burns was charged with assault with a deadly weapon for her involvement in the scuffle with officers.
Emmy Soon was never going to find out the truth about how she was fired from Star Trek: Discovery, but now, after years of waiting for a response from the streaming service, we have it.
Laura Hakštok was a former Soviet-era officer whose role as director of the KGB's Main Directorate for Combating Organized Crime (Rostervol) in Western Europe put her on a watch list. She was a key figure in the case of the Russian billionaire Oleg Deripaska, who was convicted in 2013 of money-laundering and tax evasion and sentenced to 10 years in prison. The judge believed that Hakštok was a crucial part of the Russian mafia's attempts to infiltrate Czechoslovakia, according to the FBI.
Verity Stewart was found to be in "obvious contempt for the court," the statement says. She was told to go home. She was found "not criminally responsible" for her crimes because they were committed while she was using a chemical castration drug.
Britnee Joyner was arrested yesterday for indecent exposure after a video was posted on the internet of a woman in a bikini being pushed into the water.
Nattaworn "Nate" Suchinda was a veteran player in Warcraft III. When Patch 2.0.0 arrived, he was part of one of the original five, along with the rest of the original five: Stalagg, Ragnaros, Cho'gall and Kael'thas. The player could use his talent tree for a long time, until Stalagg, Cho'gall and Kael'thas were removed by GvG and they were then replaced with several other classes. In Patch 3.3 he has moved into the Support role. His favorite ability is Healing Touch because of its versatility and the fact that the healing can be reduced through the use of the talent Spell Shield.
Chris Tyrrell was arrested in November 2014 after police searched his home in Westlake, Texas and seized 40 AK-47 assault rifles, a bulletproof vest, and several large knives, NBC 5 reports. He was sentenced to three years in prison, and will be eligible for release in September 2019.
Kaya Robinson was convicted of drug trafficking and attempted murder in 2007 for the botched robbery of a Florida gas station with a man in tow.
Seo-yun Lee was born on January 30, 2003 in Jamsil, South Korea, a city in Jeollanam-do, Gyeonggi-do Province. She has English, French, German and Italian names. From 2010 to 2015 she is a member of Super Junior's trainee group, MAMAMOO, and from 2015 to 2018 she is in Super Junior's main group, F(x). She has attended Seo In Hwa College of Music & Communications at Seongnam University since 2008.
Cristobal Velazquez was one of the youngest, and least experienced, players on CICF's list. In 2002, he played in a match, but it was a game with seven players that turned ugly. CICF's list of suspended players, which included Velazquez, included the most talented players in the country. In July 2003, at the age of 20, Velazquez was suspended for three years after a match against the University of Texas at El Paso in which, as reported by Sports Illustrated in 2003, he fought with and kicked a referee, and threw the ball and ball into an official's face.
Pineapple “Pippi” Bloodworth was the most famous Scottish soldier of the British Empire, but her personal life was nothing but a mess. After marrying a German man and living in Germany, Pippi married an Englishwoman. The two of them, as it turns out, became ill and Pippi had to be treated by a surgeon because a "rash wound" she sustained at one point had turned out to be a venereal infection. A quick amputation saved her life, and the surgeon took the pair to an English hotel for their honeymoon. Pippi had fallen in love with the German physician who cured her, and the pair never heard from her again.
Stokely 'Stokes' Keeper was the first to come in at right back for the Scotsmen. This was after a lengthy investigation by the referee of a game against Iceland with the referee going so far as to refer the matter through to the FA's own Disciplinary Commission.
Rebecca Roberts was hired in 2009 as a part-time police dispatcher in Detroit and assigned to work the night shift. Roberts, 38, a mother of three from Detroit, began calling in sick, often just hours after her shift ended and before her night shift started. The sick calling patterns made some supervisors uncomfortable because it showed a lack of commitment to serving the public and a disregard for city protocols, a city official said.
Marion Rosales was born on Dec. 6, 1990, in San Pedro, Calif., where her father owned a used car lot. A lifelong student, she earned a bachelor's degree in history from the University of California, Riverside, and a master's degree in psychology from San Diego State University.
Lucille Mendoza was just starting out as a journalist and she was in the middle of a two-year stint on a magazine when she was invited to see Frank Sinatra and his wife, Maureen, in New York. In the 1970s, Mendoza had become a strong-willed, if unflashy, woman of letters. She had started as a copy girl for Prentice Hall in New York, working alongside her friend and roommate, Anna Goldman. Over the years, she had published a handful of books and short stories, and she was a frequent contributor to the New Republic. In her early 30s, after returning to her native San Francisco, she joined the staff of The San Francisco Chronicle: she was there for more than 25 years, working her way up through the hierarchy to work as news editor, deputy editor, and finally, in 2006, at the helm of the publication.
Junji Yamada was found dead at his home in the Okazaki suburb of Minato Ward on October 4. According to the police, Yamada, 52, took his own life. His death came only four days after he was arrested on suspicion of plotting to take part in the upcoming Tokyo Olympics.
Shoshanna Kowalczyk was just another high school student with dreams of going to college. Now, she sits at a table in her apartment and gives the talk for the TED U Talk, the annual conference for students in the world of computer science.
Bethan Gayle was arrested after she refused to remove a tuckette from her bikini top. "Ms Gayle was arrested by a male sergeant and placed in a patrol car. During booking, Ms Gayle refused to remove the tuckette and was placed in handcuffs," reads the report from the department.
Fisk Bateman was already on the wrong side of the law when he was arrested last week for allegedly trying to steal $50,000 worth of bitcoins. And Fisk was still trying to steal the $50,000 when he finally caught up to Silk Road's owner, Ross Ulbricht, in a Canadian city. In doing so, he exposed himself to the possibility of the prosecution getting a search warrant for his home.
Alyssa Tibbett was a teacher, social worker and member of the public education committee during the last Parliament. She died following a fall following a visit to the National Gallery in Wellington.
Sylvain Kessler was sentenced to 24 months in December 2015 for trying to bribe a judge to grant favourable legal treatment to his business.
Kurt Thorne was born in the U.S. to a working family in Michigan near Detroit. He studied theater at the University of Michigan and found work in television production in Toronto. Thorne decided he wanted to pursue the independent film business and moved to Los Angeles, where he started his career. His early films included The Last Picture Show (1975), The Magnificent Seven (1980), and Three Little Words (1984). He directed The Last Picture Show, which was a box office success and won nine Academy Awards. When the original studio that had made The Magnificent Seven announced that they were not interested in distributing The Last Picture Show, Warner Brothers asked Thorne to direct it himself. He followed The Last Picture Show with the horror film The Last House on the Left (1980), and directed three more horror films, including The Last House on the Left 2 (1984), The Strangers (1987), and The Strangers 2 (1990).
Elliott-Blair Østergaard was a Danish photographer who was working in Hong Kong in 1963 when he took a picture of a female protester in a black bandanna who he believed had been part of the pro-democracy movement. The image appeared in a book of the same name in 1984, and that in turn became an important part of a long, contentious history.
Dieffenbachia 'Bacchia' Rubus was reported to possess some negative phenotypic and genetic properties. In order to obtain the best possible control of the population of B. 'Bacchia' rubus we applied our experimental strategy in an attempt to ensure that the population did not increase on its own in the city limits. An extensive monitoring system for B. 'Bacchia' rubus was instituted and the results demonstrated that the population did not increase in the city of Cologne. Because of the highly restrictive conditions of the experimental environment it was possible to exclude the possibility of the organisms being transported to other regions.
Mary Cheung was very successful in her career in advertising, starting at McCann Erickson, then McCann Erickson-Halbe, who sold her to McCann Werk in 1999. At Kmart, she worked for nearly two decades as a senior product manager, responsible for the sales, marketing and product development for a range of products. She left Kmart in 2008 and spent some time working for another e-commerce specialist, but decided to give other ventures a try.
Jodi Hunter was murdered last week and her killers are still at large.
Anthony Golden was the head coach at Indiana for five seasons. He was the associate head coach at Butler for four. He was the head coach at Kansas, helping it turn into a lottery team, before coming back to his alma mater. So he's had a long career as a head coach. He won a national championship at Butler in 2014, so he was a proven commodity, but at this point, he's done all you can ask for as a head coach.
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Vasily Ivanov was appointed acting director of the Russian Center for the Protection of Nationalities by President Vladimir Putin on Saturday.
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Oliver Sheffield was 17 when he died. He was an only child. His father had married to a woman called Catherine Doolittle, who also had only one child.
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Xander Miles was the only one among the main four who knew how to stay away from the group. Xander was the only one who had really gotten along with them. It hurt, that's all he could say. But it was the truth. They were the only ones who had understood him, so, for it to be taken away from him now...it was worse than anything he had ever imagined.
Carol Hong was a student of S. T. Joshi at the time, the only woman in the class, who had no interest in religion. But one day, after a math assignment, Carol began to pray.
Akeno Kudo was last night's special guest on the Tokyo MX morning show Shunkan Senshukan. Akeno Kudo was the youngest at 28 years old, and as the host of the special program, Shunkan Senshukan's hosts started the interview by asking her their questions about her early days as a singer and actress in the entertainment industry.
Kamille Rémy Martel was a student when he discovered that his long-term girlfriend's mom is a police officer in the Parisian suburb of Aubervilliers, and began photographing the women around him. The resulting images have now been published in the book, "Nuit de 1'hôte" (literally, "night of one's love"), which comes with a certificate of authenticity signed by the officer, the woman in the image, and their families. He's shared his images with us in the blog, too.
Caleb Bloch was an American actor, singer and singer-songwriter. He began his career in radio and later television. He won the Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series (Comedy Central) for his performance in "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia."
James Highchurch was born in Aberdeen, Scotland. After serving in a United States Navy fighter-bomber squadron from 1960 to 1966, he moved to London in 1972 and found work as a reporter for The Spectator and the Daily Mail, where he later became a columnist. Though he had always been a pacifist and had received a medal for his pro-Castro writing in 1961, he switched to conservatism in 1967 and the next year founded the Conservative Party. Highchurch lost three re-election elections after that. In a recent survey, he earned a 36 percent approval rating.
Sarah Lillian Whitlock was born on August 23, 1913 in San Fernando, California. In 1948, she married William Whitlock. Soon after their marriage, they were granted US citizenship in 1955. She attended California State University, Chico, where she served as a librarian for the student union. Her dissertation was titled "Singing on the Stairs, Singing on the Stairways!" as part of a class on Women's Literature. In 1957, she served as a librarian for the Chico, California, Unified school system. That year she was awarded the Miss California Pageant. She moved to Seattle in 1959.
Mariko Whitney was born in Seattle, WA to mother, Rosemary (McKay), a lawyer, and her husband, Robert James Allen Whitney, a businessman, in 1929. During the Great Depression, her family moved to Santa Monica, CA and she also received a B.S. in Industrial Administration. During the early 1940's, Rosemary became engaged to Robert Allen. Her fiance turned out to be a man named William McKinney, and they soon married and moved to a suburb of Los Angeles.
Ashanti Baker was driving a car in the wrong direction down a one-way street in the Westland area of Detroit when the male driver pulled out from a driveway and began shooting into that car.
Amy Barrows-Shaw was charged with reckless endangerment, aggravated vehicular homicide and aggravated assault on a police officer. According to court documents, Shaw was a passenger in the passenger seat of a vehicle stopped at an intersection while her friend drove, and Shaw told the officer to "get out of my (expletive) car" and repeatedly made threats. The officer told Shaw to pull over and speak with the officer directly, and Shaw reportedly continued to make threats, then proceeded to reverse the car, slam the doors and speed away. On a later inspection, authorities found more than 40 marijuana plants were inside the car, authorities said.
Hailey Thompson was the first to take the field. She was a good athlete, an amazing bowler, and she just had this tremendous attitude. She was very motivated and very driven and when she pitched she dominated. I thought she would get a lot of attention from the coaches, but she really got no attention. She said it was because everyone was too intimidated to be there.
Sofia Kowalski was on her way back to her house when she noticed a small, silver robot on her route. The robot was the size of a small dog and a sleek metallic color. Kowalski was intrigued and after calling it a "robot dog" she decided to take a closer look. She was surprised to see a camera in the robot's head and a screen on its body.
Emmett Purcell was killed by the drug fentanyl, and three of his children were born addicted to the opiate fentanyl, according to multiple sources who went to the hospital with him and called his cell phone after he died.
Matias Juarez was the fourth member of the U.S. Army's Green Berets, who, in the years before 9/11, had been engaged in a covert, high-level war against al Qaeda. He was an experienced guerrilla warrior who had worked with Osama bin Laden in Afghanistan in the late 1990's.
Zack Harlow was once at the age of 16 the fastest person to reach 100KM. He won a silver medal at the World Championships in the 2010 World Championships in South Korea.
Laurence Clifford was the last of the surviving members of what had once been The Beatles. He, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and George Harrison all passed away in 1970.
Maxine “Max” Schwimmer was so great as the titular character on Comedy Central's Broad City, her ex-bosses and coworkers kept insisting she come back, that the show became a smash hit.
Hannah Choi was born on October 23, 1975 in Atlanta, and grew up in California and Arizona, and earned a degree in English Literature and an MFA in Creative Writing at Arizona State University. She worked as a staff writer for various publications, including Vulture, and is currently an assistant professor at the CUNY Graduate Center, where she teaches a class in comics about the work of J.R. Ward, Michael Allred, and other creators who have gone on to achieve success in the professional world. Her latest book is Choke: The Life and Death of the New York Comic Book Law. Follow her on Twitter.
Luciano 'Space Cadet' Ascencio was an American space program pilot who went into space on an International Space Station (ISS) mission in October 2007. He has performed scientific research for over a decade and has been an instructor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) since 1993. He currently serves as the NASA Education & Outreach Manager.
Mateo Ormeño was found dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound at the foot of the stairs of his home on the day of Donald Trump's election.
Diana McIntyre was one of the most famous Americans of the pre-1940s, and the most widely traveled of all the westerns. When it was published in 1954, she was thirty-six. Her books were published in the last three decades: The Lady of the Lake, The Woman Warrior, An American in Paris (a novel, not a book, but still published; still on the bestseller list), My Lady of the Lake (the novel). She is also one of the few women writers who were at the center of the McCarthy witch hunt of the 1950s.
Olivia del Rio was a member of the New England Women's Council from 2002-05. She is a former vice president of the Boston Foundation, where she served on the board of directors and the health and human services committee. Her publications include a book on urban public health, The Body as Health Care Site; a textbook on human sexuality; a book on a national history of maternal health; and in early 2015, Del Rio was named an editorial board member of the Journal of Rural Health.
Lark Wilson was a character on Seinfeld. She appeared in multiple episodes, and was the girlfriend of George Costanza, the head of the firm of the same name. Lark was portrayed by actress Julia Louis-Dreyfus.
Rhonda Rollins was elected the newest member of the Board of Directors on Wednesday. Rollins, who was also appointed by President Obama to the Federal Reserve's Board in 2010, serves as chief operating officer of the B&I Bank and is founder and chairman of the B&I Foundation. She brings an impressive résumé to the board, having led the bank for over 20 years as the Vice Chairman of the Board and Chief Executive Officer.
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Genevieve Erickson was convicted of murder in the 2009 death of her husband, David, who was beaten and stabbed to death and his body dumped in the backyard of their Westport, Conn., home.
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Gabriela Garcia-Campos was stabbed and killed as she left a doctor's appointment in the afternoon of Jan. 14. After fleeing the doctor's office before police arrived, she was shot and killed by two masked gunmen in the streets of the Mexican resort on the night of Jan. 15, according to media reports.
Giselle Fillmore was born with a broken leg. When her mother, Dr. Louise Fillmore, was told of her daughter's condition, she refused to send her away for an operation. Instead, she took Giselle for a walk. Soon after, she was playing outside playing in the cornfield with Giselle's brothers. This led to some bad stumbles, but when a neighbor heard Giselle was playing outside, she approached Mrs. Fillmore and said she wanted to play outside with her older sister.
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Luanne Grasset was on patrol at night in a rural Ontario reserve, tracking a group of cattle, when she made an unexpected find. The 68-year-old mother of nine says a herd she hadn't seen in years was slowly coming toward her and her partner, Bill LeClair. They were a whopping 75 metres from a rocky ridge. "They were getting really close to us," Luanne Grasset told The Toronto Star. "And we could see that we had a good 10 minutes left before they might be able to get close enough to us to just kind of give us a good look at them. It looked like they had two horns and very long, very skinny tails. We thought: 'Wow, they're very scary.'"
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Leonard "Leo" Kenter was born in the Bronx and was raised on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. At 17, he was caught stealing a stereo and became a student in the Manhattan Technical High School.
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Beau Lively was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor in 2009 for the film "Love" and also in 2007 also for "Monster's Ball." He is the father of two young children.
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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While he pondered this he he felt cold, then as the sensation faded he realized that he wasn't even cold anymore.
He huffed and puffed through his nose as the sensation subsided. A few moments later he opened his mouth again to respond to that presumably came next.
But as he spoke another thought occurred to him.
Didn't they just give him a cold shower?
He looked at the knife stuck in his bag, swatting at it with his free hand.
"Don't blame me if you get cut," he said through gritted teeth.
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#3Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Nov 26, 2020 1:19 pm
Hm.
Gregory honestly did not know why he was so angry at Mary. He could understand why she was so dumbfounded and also why she was upset about this but heck, he was not going to insult her intelligence by saying that.
He rubbed his nose with his free hand to help mask the anger he felt and he felt as well, though he was much more careful with his words and gestures. He wanted to say that he understood why she was so mad at him, and that he was an idiot for not being able to connect the dots with which he was so easily offended but that would only anger him more.
He really hoped that she would at least listen to him, even if he didn't particularly care about her right now. He really hoped that she would at least listen to him instead of just going off on him about his missing assignment.
He wished he had had given her a hand as she made that giant monkey move, grabbing onto the railing like she was trying to pull him down with her and sending him tumbling into the pool below instead of at his feet. But he had other ideas.
So instead he walked over to her, using his hands to steady his step as he approached, not taking his eyes off of Maria or at least not looking at her questionably-enhanced makeup as he did so. There was a mask, but Gregory wasn't particularly pleased with the fit. He was too big to be wearing one, so he decided to change into something more casual.
"Hey, hey, Ivan. Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you. Might want to put on a show for the scouts." Gregory lifted the bag that Mary had shoved onto the railing with his foot and raised it above his head.
"But if you want to go that extra mile for the sake of your cause, there are better ways of doing it than shooting people. For the love of God, just give me the ten grand that I am owed before I slit your throat." He spoke rapidly without a care about how others would react.
"Ivan, your... manners are reprehensible. Saying that I don't care is an insult to my intelligence." He continued, raising his bag one more time, "Ivan, you're a big dumb piece of shit, but you're still going to pull this, aren't you? Showing up to this stupidly-elaborated-but-effective... pitch to sell you out is your... reward." He spoke rapidly while holding the bag with both hands.
"Now that you mention it, you've got a really good arm, don't you? Do what I say and raise your arm
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#5Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Nov 26, 2020 3:27 pm
Luanne took in a careful breath. It was a voice, not a snore, but clearly heard through the car windows. There was a man in the back seat who was speaking, and according to his words, there was a woman in the front seat who had asked for a ride. She looked at the camera. It was a camera, but as it turned out, it was a close-up look at the lady's eyes, not a close-up look at the woman's face.
The former code-named starfighter pilot didn't seem like the kind of person to request a ride. At least, she wasn't one to demand one.
"Sylvain," she said, "you'll have to let me go first."
Bending over, she ran a hand through her hair, around her wrist, across her shoulder. Her hand shook as she did it. Her vision swam as she tried to do it again, but again, it just made her head hurt even more.
"Then we'll split up to find the others," she added, "and we'll try to make it to the end."
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#6Post by Jilly » Thu Nov 26, 2020 3:53 pm
And that was that for a while. For a while, she could almost believe that Sylvestre was lying. He wanted a ride, she would give him one, and then she would run in a group and take him home, taking the outrider with her. Then she would find the others, and she would make them pay for the shenanigans they'd just perpetrated, framing everyone in a jealous rage that only escalated when they got drunk on power. Then she'd figure out how to get out of this game, and she'd make it out alive.
But then Sylvestre would have to give the order to get out. The odds were against them, and they couldn't afford to just let her go, risk her survival, and then fade into obscurity as another casualty.
So they all decided to work together to reach the end.
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#7Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Nov 26, 2020 4:19 pm
Yep, that was right.
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#8Unread post by Jilly » Fri Nov 27, 2020 5:23 pm
Okay, so, at least there's some motivation. He was looking forward to finally making it home after all this time, and now he had some sort of incentive to work even harder to get there
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#3Post by Dan Yugheesling » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:37 pm
“Okay, can we stop fucking around here? Seriously.”
Okay. “Okay, can we stop fucking around here?”
There were so many questions floating in her head right now. What was happening? Why was she thinking this through? Why was she acting like a complete idiot right now?
She remembered the first time she saw the faces in the crowd. She remembered the first time she saw a ghost. The boy who wore a mask. The boy who didn’t wear a mask. The’s name was Anthony. Anthony, she remembered. He was… something. Maybe he’d been a mentor or something. Now, in hindsight, maybe Anthony was the one who didn’t want to learn to use his hands.
It was so stupid of her to think that already.
She remembered that stupid face again. It was a combination of nerves, familiarity, how she felt talking to strangers on the street. At least now she knew what they were saying.
“Do you need any other instructions, Anthony?”
It was a friendly request, one she could happily oblige. Just be mindful of Anthony's identity.
“Do you want to hang out with me?”
She could laugh at the absurdity of it all now.
After a moment of wavering, she answered truthfully. “I hope so. I hope it's okay.”
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“Thanks. Really. Anything you need… there.”
Oh. Right. That was the main thing she needed to hear. Said the person in the collars next to her, motioned to her intended recipient.
Oh. Right. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. She’d lost the gift for speaking with others. Like she’d won the lottery or something. No wonder she felt so guilty about that. Oh gosh, she should’ve just stayed home. She should’ve stayed home. She should’ve stayed home, and then she would’ve avoided all the guilt and all the potential drama surrounding her. She should’ve just stayed home, and then everyone would’ve been fine. No need to kill or get mad or anything.
But she couldn’t just stay home. She had to go out and do something. She had to see someone for herself. To herself. To prove herself. To prove herself that she was a person. Someone else. She couldn’t just leave her friends and family by herself. She had to talk to them. Talk about what they think of her. Show them that she cared. That she wanted them to be happy. That she would do her best for them. Show them that she cared about them as people too.
That was what she needed to do.
And then she heard the
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She did not look okay, but at least she was not dead. She could walk. She could move. All she needed were her two bodies, and she had the big one.
Everything went back to normal after that, the combination of the two slim odds made it so.
Gustavo tried his best to ignore the injury, but as the hours passed, his glare grew deeper and he gradually began to come to terms with what was happening.
He should have expected this, but he still treated the ankle injury like a setback. He wanted to try his best to avoid getting knocked unconscious, but it looked like he would have to do it anyway. He put on his bandanna, because he knew he would lose it at some point, and it was a nice symbol for his team colors. He grabbed the smallest weapon he could find, and he ran right after his walking stick until he found a decoy.
The argument still raged within Gabriela, whether it was justified or not. No amount of denial or self-defense would work when someone tried to hurt you, and sometimes you had to fight back. And that was fine, because sometimes you had to put yourself in someone else's shoes.
Gabriela took a step back, stepping to the side to allow a slight opening for her covered head to rise, and then she took another step back, before taking another step back, before taking another step back, and then she took another step back, and then she took another step back, and then she took another step back, and then she took another step back, before taking another step back, and then she took another step back, and then she took a step back, and then she took a step back.
All Gabriela could think was to follow through, and then she heard a voice calling for her, clearly made to be heard over the booms. Gabriela turned to look, and...
Gabriela threw out an elbow, attempting to catch Lucille in the shoulder, but she was too far away to do any damage, and Lucille just shoved Gabriela back, dodging punches and stomps alike.
Gabriela could deal with more punches, but she still had trouble dodging Lucille's brawling moves.
Gabriela tried using her momentum to her advantage, rolling to the right as Lucille scrambled after her, but she was too far to the inside to capitalize on that advantage, and instead pushed Lucille to the ground, pulling her to the side.
Gabriela turned, and fired a punch at Lucille's face. It missed, and instead swung at her back, where it remained until Gabriela activated her powers again, and it connected. Gabriela looked downcast for a moment. Then, she laughed.
"Yeah, I getcha."
Gabriela's grip on Lucille tightened, and she stood up from the ground, taking a few steps to the side. Her hands were shaking now, which was probably what Gabriela expected.
"A-alright, so you want to help, good. Th-thank you for reminding me of my responsibilities."
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Usually she just closed her eyes and went into a go-nowhere trance that she might as well have not existed at all. But in this case, she had the lyrics in front of her, and she had the go-nowhere trance down pat.
She opened her eyes.
She was now dressed in the pink bikini she usually wore around her waist.
The crowd had gathered around her now. They were going to be stuck in there for hours, checking the time, pausing occasionally to make sure they weren't missing anything.
Timothy wanted to shout some commands at her, to get them moving. But he wasn't sure what those even good commands were. Just slapping someone to get them to move will do nothing but make them angry. She didn't seem tough, or strong, or powerful. She didn't look the part of a queen, and her words would just make the boys at school want to punch her, which…would be a good start.
But then she remembered that she'd said something like this before.
"I don't think I need to tell you guys to STOP being a total total dick about it."
Because that was what she'd been told. That was the only thing she was being told.
She still hadn't gotten over the shock of how this was going to work.
She'd rather just not exist in this world at all.
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#2Post by Dan Yugheesling » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:10 pm
Slowly, her head and shoulders moved.
She'd already been pulled this far by the strength of her personality and the initiative she'd shown. Even that tiny bit of initiative had given her an advantage.
That advantage had been taken away when someone she wasn't even close to came to her aid. And that was incredibly disappointing. She had the strength to end this. Even if she didn’t have the strength to.
She could do this. She could stop this. Even if it took her all of her might to do so, she could do it.
This was why she hated direct confrontations.
They were the enemy of the most noble of intentions.
They were the order in which they were presented to the participants.
It was only fair she would win this one.
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#3Post by Cicadan » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:17 pm
What would happen if she didn't have to fight for her life? Would she have a choice? Would she have a reason? Would she be able to kill without fear of retaliation?
The answer was a resounding "no". The answer was a resounding "no, thank goodness", because that wasn't a very good reason. She couldn't just turn around and flee. She couldn't just take the fear of death and make it go away.
That was the problem.
The Verity Stewart she knew and adored was a person who went out of her way to demonstrate how much she valued her family and friends, who would sacrifice herself for them even if it meant hurting others.
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She didn't say anything for a while, though. She just kept looking at Pippi, like she was waiting for a signal. Like she was doing some advanced thing where she only looked at things that people said when they wanted to be said aloud.
Then, she turned her head. And kicked her feet out in a restless shuffle, like she was trying to find her feet, but she had no idea what the heck was going on.
Eventually, she said her piece, which was basically what she'd been trying to say all along.
"So yeah, how are you gonna doin'? Can you run a bit more, like, straight away? Or, wait, can you trust Pippi to keep a tighter rein on your little attentions? I thought you said that you were big on pacing."
It was a stupid question to ask, and a stupid move to make. Ignoring the fact that she'd already conceded the point, in typical Pippi fashion, Elena del Rio fashion, Elena threatened a pair of foot to be hit with hard paddle if she didn't get her way.
"I'm hoping you can trust me, but you can't count on anyone on these levels. Trust me, there's a reason why I'm called the 'Frameline Mariko' and I'm not about to give you that reason right now. Trust me, and you can count on me to keep you safe, okay?
"Y'know, I've seen your stuff before, you know, as I kind of hid behind my brother and sister while my mom and dad were killed and then I went and did some making my own tv show...kind of like a Rooster Teeth parody. I think you like that name. F's in the chat? I'm Pippi."
The gravity of the situation was starting to sink in.
"I've seen your stuff before, too. I think your mom's already seen your stuff. I don't think she trusts you, and frankly, Pippi seems pretty selfish, actually trying to squeeze as much money out of you as possible. But she's smart enough to know that trusting people isn't easy, and she's smart enough to know that lying is way more honest than saying you have trust issues. So here you go, trust me.
"But don't worry, I won't hurt you. And sorry, but I think that was too risky a move for now. But don't worry, I'll probably make it okay later.
"But don't worry, I won't hurt you. Because I'm not the kind of person that would hurt you.
"But you know, I thought you said you weren't going to hurt me, so I decided to do it anyway. But you should still keep your distance from your family, and your team. I'm not an 'us' kind of person. Just me."
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#15Post by Courtography » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:29 pm
Just like all his earlier ideas, this one had something to do with timing.
But what
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That implied there were kids in that school. Maybe a couple of teens, the majority were going to be adults. Which was fine, Mariko was not one to single out those who didn't fit the norm, no matter how offensive their lack of maturity may have been. A freak show, a stunt to see just how far this show could go, a way to make a statement.
Because it was completely pointless, and yet so incredibly tinged with negative connotations.
And yet.
Mariko wasn't one to let her negativity get in the way of having a good time, no matter how much she might want to vent. The four of them were supposed to be having a good time. It was the craziest idea in the world. But they weren't having a bad time because of it. They were having a good time because of it. Mariko being Mariko was a good thing. Seeing as how they weren't on SOTF-TV, and Mariko was a fan favorite, she got to be there for all four seasons, and Mariko stuck around because she knew she could be trusted. People liked to have their back out there.
When Mariko stood up from the schooner, and Mariko announced her intentions to participate in the games, Mariko shook Mariko's hand, laughing politely at the fact that Mariko seemed to be cool with it. Mariko just stood there smiling and nodding. Mariko took a step back, and picked up her weapon.
It was a good thing Mariko seemed to be cool with it, too. Mariko had no interest in playing, not here, not anywhere. She hadn't even know Mariko existed, and yet she somehow still trusted Mariko without much reason? She was Mariko's mentor, after all, and yet Mariko still felt obligated to hand Mariko a weapon? Perhaps that was why Mariko decided to hand Mariko a weapon?
Mariko walked in as Mariko made her presence known, and before Mariko could make a move, Mariko pulled out her weapon.
The combat for this season, it seemed, was more about positioning than it was about actual combat. Mariko used her surroundings as cover, Mariko set her course, and then Mariko turned to face Mariko again, this time with an open mind. Mariko had some catching up to do before she could say the same to Mariko again.
"Mariko, don't get too carried away with your weapon. Use it as a shield and you won't get a sword fight with my katana."
And that was that for another fifteen minutes. Mariko would wait for Mariko to make her move, and then Mariko would trade blows with Mariko until Mariko agreed to a clock's worth of beatings, strangles, and murders until Mariko agreed to a peaceful exchange. It seemed like a long time, but Mariko was patient. It seemed like Mariko was going to be an aggressive player, too. Too bad Mariko wasn't aggressive. It was simple in concept, and yet so hard to execute.
"Shoshanna, can you get a grip? It's okay, we're not on the same team." Mariko gave two thumbs-ups, though she still needed to hold one as she tried to pick her fights.
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She could literally just hear his every word. He was a loser, he was a piece of shit, but that was a thing of the past. No more slaps, no more expletives, and it felt so good to have an ally. The dream was over. Vasily was her savior. He was her lifeline. No matter what happened, she had a team of people she could turn to when needed.
That dream was shattered when she woke up one morning to find him already dead. He had chewed through her message, all praise and happiness only latin for the anticipation of her next words. She was too emotional and had a strong willed reaction, unfortunately.
She let go of the shovel and took the tree branch as a shield. Letting her emotions get the best of her was a bad sign for what was to come.
Luckily, for her sake, for the sake of her future, she had decided to listen to what James was saying.
“I’m... not very proud of this, huh?”
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#39Post by Dan Yugheesling » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:08 pm
“Why? Why am I not super proud of this?”
Oh gosh, that was so dumb.
He could have asked. He could have pointed out the details. He could have pointed out some of the games played in SOTF. This was a stupid choice of words and actions. This was an opportunity missed. A chance missed. He didn’t deserve this.
And it was so dorky. All of these little things, these little things were factored into his equation of how he felt about himself and what he would gain from this game. He was just another guy trying to get by in a crowded arena.
He didn’t deserve this. He had all these advantages, he just didn’t deserve to die.
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#40Post by Cicadan » Wed Nov 25, 2020 5:08 pm
“Vasily, uh, something bad is happening and you’ve got to take precaution, eh?”
Yep. That was a play on words, no doubt about it. However he phrased that as a shout, it gave him the confidence to go for it. I'll take that as a verbal threat, for as much as he felt like he needed to check his allies and enemies for hurt, yes, and didn’t provoke a reaction from them either. They weren’t going to be deterred by something he said, even if it was just a verbal threat. If anything, they’d be encouraged to take him more literally, even if it probably wouldn’t be fun, and it probably didn’t help that he was holding a harpoon and doing all these calculated, deadly acts of violence to people, but hey, that was life in the open.
“Well, maybe that's what you think. Anyways. You need to take extra caution around those who you don't want to be around you. Like, uh,
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"Yeah, we should probably take a different path."
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#4Unread post by VoltTurtle » Sat Nov 28, 2020 1:20 am
"Hey, hey, Ivan! Can you hear me? Don't freak out, okay? I'm just—"
Ivan stopped looking at SOTF for a second because his yellow and green bandanna wasn't particularly practical. His brown hair looked a little messier than he'd thought it was going to be, and he'd gotten a little carried away with holding Ivan's hand, grabbing onto things like he was trying to pull a sled or something. He stopped, too, when SOTF decided to throw one of the pikes at him and he hit it, sending it at another animal in the group. It didn't bounce, and that was somehow worse than a new beard and a new uniform.
"G-good decision," Ivan said, the best he had. "You don't look too tough on the whole, but you're strong. So I'm gonna hit you again if you try to go for a third time."
Another hit, and the fireworks blew. Ivan assumed that this was how the non-hit things worked, and he'd lost count at the time, but guess it was a part of the magic. Like being hit with a bus or something.
But that part wasn't really true. Ivan could count on at least one hand the times someone hit him in the head. In more than one case, he counted on the rest of his life too.
"You're lucky we even have a lawyer on this team," he said to the quieted boy next to him, pretending to listen to what he had to say. Did he consider it a favor? he didn't think so, considering Ivan likely wouldn't have gone to these lengths to provoke the SOTF representatives. They'd probably just fire him. It would have been petty, but Ivan wasn't one to self-medicate. He'd simply take care of his personal problems, and maybe think things through.
"This is how I'm gonna live: die a felon or maim or worse, behead someone, or behead somebody else."
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#5Unread post by Cicadan » Sat Nov 28, 2020 1:59 am
Well, at least he gave them a smile. He'd had the girl's picture taken, and he honestly wasn't all that impressed. Just another swimsuit model, and presumably he'd look better in a couple of months when he'd had the chance to actually train for battle. He hoped the same for Ivan. They'd been friends, but that needed to change. Any pretense of belonging meant exclusion, and that hadn't changed even if they were on opposing teams.
He would say that being a Team Member was a blessing in disguise. He might not be one to follow orders, but he was loyal to his teammates, and that meant he would fight to protect them. And that was all that mattered. He'd had no interest in competing against those who would sodd in their leader's pool and chuck their propaganda of hate into the world just like them.
No, the most important thing for him to do was to avoid meeting his demise alone. No
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#12Unread post by Somersault » Fri Nov 27, 2020 2:26 pm
Luanne accused herself of being tired, that much she could tell. She was getting used to the stuff.
“Ow! What are you, stupid? You don’t have to do that!” Luanne threw a punch at Leah's retreating form and it flew straight at her, heading for her chin.
Throwing punches was good! And dangerous! But as little as they were, that was the best part of them all. People would usually just run away from that. She still had a goal, after all. And she had a plan B. And a plan E.
So what were they going to do? She couldn’t really gauge the mood of the others right now, either way. She figured they weren’t going to just sit there and take the punches.
So she decided to do something. Something she knew would actually get others moving, since that seemed like the direction the group were going. And that was better.
She threw a punch at Leah's head and then ducked under a second punch from Amy, ducking behind a trashcan behind a door and behind a railing. Then another and another and another followed by throwing a single punch, jumping down from the rickety cart and running away from the chaos.
She couldn’t really see what was happening, though. Things were moving, but her eyes were trained on the others, on their faces and on the things they had put in their bags.
“You’re not the first person I’ve killed, I’d say. Or at least the last one.” Luanne spoke calmly, affable as ever, but that didn’t stop her from sounding like she was trying to put a smile on her face.
But it wasn’t really enough. She needed to instigate, and that required doing something, preferably right now. Anything to get the attention of those she did not want to be on her team. Anything. So, she sidestepped the first two punches and took the third one more hard, reaching for her bag just as the girl spun and dove for the edge of the table.
“One kill, please. Please don’t hurt me.” She screamed, anger and all that good stuff bubbling within her, drowning out any thoughts of family or revenge.
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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She'd have plenty of time to think about that when she got back to Vasily. Giggling, she grabbed Ivan's trident and held it tight against his forehead. "Think of it as a cramp-reliever, y'know, something." She offered him, giving him a smile. Yeah, that was a cramp-reliever. She could have gone with a hug, or a kiss, but getting cramp-reliant was gonna go a long way.
"Ivan, thank you." She called, turning to give him a once over, just to make sure he was okay before continuing. "Look, I don't wanna put you through this again, but you're my only option. I appreciate that, and I'll definitely be praying for you."
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#24Unread post by Deamon » Sun Nov 29, 2020 10:27 am
"Yeah, I get it—I can't be everywhere at once, even if I want to."
Ivan gave her a small, yet pointed, shove. "It's your season, y'know? You're gonna go back to school, or you're gonna get expelled. That's it, that's the end of the world as I know it. So, I suggest you take a team. Don't do it yourself, okay? Or, like, um, partner with me, I don't wanna—I dunno, I don't wanna, like, risk the world falling on me and making it realll… messy. So, I suggest you find a buddy, just in case."
Another easy shake of the wrist. Ivan gave a soft chuckle.
"Okay, so... first things first. I wanna, like, check out your parachute. What's up? We can do that, right?"
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#25Unread post by Pippi » Sun Nov 29, 2020 3:25 pm
"Yeah... thanks."
Ivan let go of the gun with one hand, keeping it around his side as the other pulled the trigger.
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#26Unread post by G-Rated Hentai » Mon Nov 30, 2020 3:57 pm
Reminded him of something. Not necessarily the gun, but the gesture.
"Yeah... thanks... kinda."
And yes, he was still packing heat.
The gun was loaded. Ivan had fired once, and that would tell him very quickly if he was gonna shoot again or flee. He'd wait, as his frustration at being bullied cooled, and then he could unleash that mean foot in a puny attempt to drive the other off. It was like an airgun, except it wasn't loaded and it wasn't aimed at anyone.
The grip on the gun
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"I think everyone here in the lift probably knows each other, anyway. Maybe that makes me a little less of a target. Or, like, at the very least, it might make you think twice about whether or not you should be trusting each other."
She shrugged. "I was never in the movie theater, so I don't remember much about it, but my dad always watched it with me. So, um, I don't know if that makes sense, but it was always just a thought.
"If anyone's got better advice than I do, it's your dad."
She turned back to the box. "Any ideas on what else should I put in there? Anything that might help?"
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#18Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 03, 2020 11:48 pm
So then, Giselle suggested a pillow case. Luciano frowned.
It was a good idea. Boxing options were limited. Moving on to another option would probably result in them both becoming trapped in the same situation again.
"I could check out the map, check out where everyone is, see if there's anything I can use to get out of this situation. If I find anything useful, I'll put it in the box."
With a sigh, Luciano picked up the map and began to carefully put it in.
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#19Post by G-Rated Hentai » Thu Dec 03, 2020 1:07 pm
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Luciano honestly didn't know if he could keep going. He had no idea how the other kids were reacting after they'd lost their parents, or if they were even still alive. Giselle's reassuring suggestion was comforting, but... could he really rely on them? He didn't know how people were reacting to these kinds of things, but he knew he couldn't rely on Amy and RJ. That was fine. He could always just rely on himself.
But was it really safe to just stay here? A part of him wanted to leave, and that's okay. Leaving was never in the cards, but it felt like something he could work with. Leaving felt like a choice, and if he didn't want to, he could leave. If he did, however, he had to do something.
He looked at the two figures again. They looked like friends, or at least people he knew from school. Giselle sounded like a nice person, but Luciano didn't think she was a friend. Probably a very bad person, too.
He considered leaving, but he didn't want to hurt anyone unnecessarily.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you guys again."
He looked back at her. "I think my dad is gonna be okay too. You guys seem like you're in a cool situation, mom and dad being together, it's good to see you're not alone, too. Anyways, what's up, is there anything you wanna share? Anything you wanna share, I'm happy to hear from you."
He looked back at the two boys again.
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She wanted to kill. Killing was not on the same as being a scientist, but it was close. She knew she had to do both at the same time.
She made sure for the hundredth time that she wasn’t going to fall behind, and that she stayed focused, somehow. She didn’t see the second coming, but she didn’t want to be one of those people who died prematurely.
She saw the second coming of somebody else. She’d seen it happen so many times, so painfully. She had to decide whether it was worth enduring the pain or letting go. She let go with a gasp, her hands clashing against her sides with the idea forming in her mind to stop, to scream, to fight to try to get herself out of the situation she was in. She didn’t know. If she was going to do it, she needed to know.
She made her decision, and she did it quickly. She ran, sprinted, crouched, veered left or right, never a sure thing. If she was going to try to get away from the pain, she needed to be fast. She needed to find a way out.
She made it far enough that it was now in the distance, but not far enough that she could either run or hide if things came down to it. She made it far enough that she wouldn’t risk hurting herself worse than she already was, but far enough that she could at the very least try to get away from the location she was currently in.
Taking a few steps, Verity turned and looked down a set of stairs, peeking down the sides to look around. She didn’t see anyone down there, so she figured that wasn’t a danger zone? She could always just move on down if someone came around.
“Nope. Not me.” Verity ducked behind another set of stairs, making it as far down as she could while still remaining mostly still, trying to remain inconspicuous. She needed to find a place to hide, and she needed to be smart about it. She needed to be ready to be a mom in five minutes or less, and being mom already felt like it was sooner than not. She needed to find something to eat, and she needed to be smart about when that happened.
She caught herself only inches from the surface, knees bent almost imperceptibly as she pressed back against the wall. She didn’t want to be here. Not now, not when there were so many better places to be.
“Sorry.” Verity apologised profusely for thinking anything more complex than that, but she was also confident that she could give a decent apology. “I'm sorry that I didn’t think about what was best for you when I came here. I’m sorry that I didn’t think about what was best for you before I came.”
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#11Post by Dan Yugheesling » Wed Nov 25, 2020 6:16 pm
“Y’know. I’m sorry.”
She tried not to think about what was next, just try not to think about what was already happening. She
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It wasn't too long, either, but it felt wrong to put her down so soon.
“I’ll… don’t-”
So far, so good. The two hadn’t really interacted, but judging from how things were going, they might not have interacted at all. Even better, they might not have even have been around here at all.
“I… don’t-”
Cory brushed aside a few strands of his hair, once, making a point with his hands. “Do you-”
He wasn’t bluffing. He wasn’t trying to kill her. He was just… scared.
“I… don’t- want to kill you. I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t ready to kill her, though.
“You can…”
He swallowed nervously. It wasn’t food for thought or a thing that was really needed to think, though. It was just a thing that happened to be useful in this situation. His parents weren’t going to kill him, he figured, because they didn’t know him and they didn’t care. They didn’t know what he was thinking. They didn’t know what he was thinking. They didn’t know that he was going to kill them.
“I’m sorry.”
He lowered his head, burying his face in the bag. Then, he shoved the bag down and closed his bag, as he stood up, scrambling to hide the muff and the shiny tip of the spear behind his leg. He found that he could actually stand to look at the person that was threatening him instead of having the bag falling to the floor.
“I’m… sorry. I’m scared. I’m scared of what that will do.”
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#14Unread post by Dan Yugheesling » Sun Nov 29, 2020
It was. Fucking terrifying. Her instincts had told her to knock it off, but Lucille had… granted, she hadn’t really thought about what that was even supposed to mean. She’d told him to just do his thing, basically, and there was this whole new world of possibility opened up to him that he hadn’t even considered before. He could run into someone and have a chat and find out what they thought about him, or he could go into hiding and wait for someone else to come along and take him. It was entirely up to him.
That wasn’t to say, though, that Lucille was completely blindsided by what was happening. She hadn’t even really considered what Verity and RJ’d’d be doing, what they’d be planning to do. What could they even do? Argue a proper duel? How could they possibly win? Did they have no chance? Had they been given a one-sided advantage? Or was it that thing they always went against everyone else?
If she was watching this from home, she could turn it on itself and do something about it. Argue your
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Do you trust that? Do you have to do it? Or does it help to know that you can do it even if you don’t trust it?
Let’s say you could do it. You want to win, y’know. You want to go home, y’know. You’re not playing and’ you’re not even trying to make it out alive, whatever that means. You don’t have to play, you don’t have to try to be like you are just to not have to give up the game. You could play, and you’d still probably have to let go of your bag, but you could also play and you could let go of your bag and you could play so that you don’t have to put in work that you never even want to do anymore. You could play so that you don’t have to put in work that you actually want to do and that you can actually concentrate on playing. That’s what it would look like.
Right?
Right?
Right?
No.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t.
She couldn’t...
No.
She couldn’t...
She couldn’t...
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
E.g, you take a body and you build it a new house, or… you know, people generally don't like that sort of thing. Do people really think that SOTF TV producers are going to put a woman into a virtual leg with a baseball bat just to kill her with it? Of course not. It’s not like SOTF itself was anything resembling natural, but… imagine that.
Imagine a giant mouth open area being filled with electricity and then a pair of bots moving at top speed towards that exact opposite side of the room. The dynamic was so much more… interesting. She could run. She could jump. She could take risks. She could do whatever she wanted. If she decided to take those risks, however, she needed to make sure she stepped out of the shadows where she was, and not just stand around where she had been standing.
That was… actually, that was worse.
She needed to do both.
Right?
She needed to do both because… she wasn’t playing.
And that meant… she needed to do something that she normally didn’t do. Because that was…
…
…
She needed to fight.
Because she wasn’t playing.
This wasn’t normal.
This wasn’t calm.
She was SOTF, and that meant something. That meant something had to give. It wasn’t… normal. It wasn’t calm. She’d tried to do her best with the best intentions, but she wasn’t at fault for what was happening. She couldn’t know what was happening, she couldn’t control what was happening. She couldn’t stop it. It… happened. She’d tried. She’d failed. There was a part of her that still wanted to try, but she couldn’t. She… wasn
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#2Post by G-Rated Hentai » Wed Nov 25, 2020 7:31 pm
"Yeah."
Breath.
This was... This wasn't fair. She always knew she’d have to win, one way or another.
“I’m not gonna let you hang yourself, I’m not gonna let anyone take you out 'cause I’m not gonna be like, 'Yo ho, little buddy, let’s play volleyball together' or whatever. I don’t wanna be like that. I don’t-”
Her shoulders lowered a little, a little louder than before.
“I... sorry.”
More breath.
“I...”
A little more, alright?”
The wave moved, picking up speed now and moving south. She couldn’t see it, but she had to win. Her team was important, she knew she’d lost her team and she would lose hers if she didn’t get another one, but at the same time, she had to win, and if she didn’t win, then someone else would, at the very least, and then she would be gone. She was swimming against a tidal wave, but she wouldn’t swim against a tidal wave if she had a team. She was moving against a tidal wave, but she would be so much happier if she had to swim against a current that was faster than she was, at the very least.
She winced, biting her lip. She wasn’t bluffing. She had to be really, really, really, really, dead serious. She would not let anyone take her out.
“I... hum, sorry.”
How was that? She wasn’t in a dream? That was another thing. She'd never had a dream. She’d had these mental pictures of herself in her video games where she’d been a loner, where there was someone else on her team, where they’d never interacted. Where they’d been friends and she’d been the only person she could remember. Now, she was in a dream. She wasn’t sure if it was the mental image or the real thing, but what she was sure of was that it was something she could do.
“I don’t-”
Her shoulders lowered even more, and she took a deep breath. There was still someone on her team. There was still someone she could turn to if she needed to take a step back.
“I don’t- want to kill people. I don’t-”
Her shoulders went up one more time, and she took a deep breath. She could still take a step back, but it felt like it would take more effort, and she was already losing control of her body. So she looked outside her body, looked at the ocean, and then back at her body. She checked her collar, her belt, and then her pack. She knew she had to put the pack down because she knew the ocean currents would carry it, but she knew it wouldn’t be wise to put it down
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Earlier this year, when the Internet was still in its infancy, he had started posting on YouTube his piano lessons.
By the end of the month, it seemed like his channel had more than doubled in subscribers. And that was before he even started sharing his stuff. He'd seen some of his beats while scouting around the area he was staying in, and while he wasn't entirely certain he'd captured all of them, he was pretty confident he'd grabbed some of the more interesting ones.
Of course, his producer, Dru, wasn't entirely happy about that. She wanted him to focus on building rapport with his fellow gang members, and that meant opening up about his personal life. That meant saying he had a girlfriend, a family, a job... and, most important of all, that he was still blessed to be alive.
"You're in pretty... a bullet hole," he joked.
The camera then turned to him, and his smile came back. At first, it was a little puffed out, but after a moment, it was back to the kind of goofy grin he showed before the gun went off.
"You're in the fucking movie, you moron."
Fisk shook his head. There was always going to be a camera, and he deserved to be laughed at, to at least get some kind of response out of the producer, at least give him a joke or two. Some kind of joke that would give him some kind of response, for Fisk to build to the point where he could actually build to something.
"Fisk, you're in the fuckin' movie, you fucking moron."
The camera turned back to Fisk, and he held out his hand. The camera followed up with another grin, spreading his arms out wide, and giving him a finger salute.
"Shittily-fuckers. I'm not watching this."
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#2Post by G-Rated Hentai » Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:01 pm
The camera then turned to Fisk, and he gave a single, serene salute, straight down to the bottom of his lungs.
A single, serene, horrible sob wracked Fisk's body, one that lasted for what seemed like hours, shaking him to his core. The camera then turned to Fisk, and he gave a single, agonizing howl, shaking him to his very core.
Fisk's hands started shaking too, and he knew he needed to hold still, for the time being.
He looked at the camera, and saw that it was turning back to him, with a frustrated face.
Fisk's hands started shaking again, and he knew he needed to do something, do anything, do something about it.
He looked at the camera, and saw that it was turning back to him, with a glimmer of hope lighting in his eyes.
Maybe, just maybe, this whole thing could work.
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#3Post by G-Rated Hentai » Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:06 pm
The camera then turned to Fisk, and he gave another single, agonizing howl
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#9Post by backslash » Wed Nov 25, 2020 6:16 pm
Well...that was surprising. This must have been...different.
Jasper looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I don't...ll do anything about it, really. I got a contract."
Don't feel bad, kid.
"I'm gonna stick to football. Still, it would be nice to have something else to talk about for once. Is there anything else you wanna talk about? Anything that would make it more bearable, you know? If there's any, I'm all ears."
Jasper put his hands under his face. "I dunno. I mean, I dunno, I dunno. I just wanna get something off my chest, y'know. Just let me out here. Out in the open, ya know. Anything goes."
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#10Post by Namira » Wed Nov 25, 2020 6:18 pm
Okay, that was comforting.
After all, she could just say something like that and it would be okay.
"Yeah, what's the big deal?"
She could probably convince him.
"They said... they said I could do it. I could do it."
She could make it really awkward for him, but hey, whatever. He could try to not feel like he was going through the backs of people he didn't know.
"They said I could go out there and just, play it cool. Play it low key. Keep everything under wraps for as long as possible. If they came to pick me up, great, we could... whatever. I could just... play it cool, I could... go out there and let them figure out what I am, for as long as I can. Make it so they don't know my true intentions. And hopefully, once they figure out what I am, they would be stupid not to keep me. Bummer is nothing compared to that."
She could also make it so that he felt like he had to actually listen to what she was saying, so he agreed with her.
"Alright, alright. I swear, you just let me go out there and do my thing. I promise I'll be back soon."
She could also make it so that he had to actually listen to her.
"I don't know you, so I can't be trusted with that sort of thing. But I do know your team, so... can you give me a quick heads up on when and where you're gathering?"
She could also make it so that he had to actually listen to her.
"I... want to know when you can actually rely on me to be here. Can you give me that sort of information without me blowing your damn cover?"
She could also make it so that he had to actually listen to her.
"I-I can... but I don't know when or if I'll still have a team. I... don't want to be a burden, to put you guys through what I have to. If... can you still rely on me, even if I'm not on your team, is there anything else you can do?"
She could also make
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Wait, what the fuck? she asked herself, still not quite sure what was happening. The girls on the boats, they were… they were friends. They were on different teams. None of them were going to help her get to the exit. Just didn't make sense.
But then she felt a force behind her and backed up, stumbling back into the lockers, her foot catching the hook on the far wall.
And then another one, and then another one. And then another. And then another. And then another.
Carol didn’t want to go back into the lockers. That would just be ditching someone she didn’t know. But there was no point in staying down there, anyways, as she had to hurry. And she was still ditching people, and she was still getting pushed, and she wasn’t sure if she could take everyone walking by here at once, but it would be best to have someone on hand to take potshots at if need be.
So, off she went. Someone bright and colourful came into the lockers ahead of Carol, shining a light around the perimeter. And then the mysterious force behind her slowed, as if on call.
Carol took a few steps closer, peered around the corner into the lockers, and then backed up, ducking into the washrooms and turning the corner into the lockers.
And then, just as quickly, someone pulled back, pointing a gun at her from somewhere beyond the lockers.
Carol dropped to her knees, staring down into the lockers.
Someone was firing a gun.
Carol frowned, scrunched her lip into a line, then into a "hold your fire" scrunched face.
Carol supposed had a gun, but she hadn’t seen anything yet. She hadn’t felt the recoil, the metal clattering along with her every word.
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#5Post by Namira » Wed Nov 25, 2020 7:49 pm
The gun clicked uselessly against the door.
Nura moved quickly, leaning over the gun with one hand, and pushing herself against the wall with her other elbow. She stepped gingerly, feeling the gun against her thigh, the lock behind her head, and the wall behind her neck. The gun let go, uselessly, as she turned around and ducked back into the washrooms.
Nura's heart pounded. She didn't feel like she had been shot, or anything. She felt like she had been run over, and that the gun had gone off a bit erratically.
She turned around, pushing herself against the wall with both shoulders, and dipping her foot into the pool to clean the lapping water. The gun clicked dead in her hands, and she sank back into the pool, head and shoulders feeling water.
Nura pulled the gun out, pointing it at the both of them.
"I'm shooting at you both. The only thing we have going for us right now is a gun."
She leaned over the gun, pushing herself up against the wall again, then back against the door, again, and slamming her back into the wall with a satisfying clang.
Nura leaned over the gun, and again, again, but this time even more. She leaned over the gun, and again, but this time even more. She leaned over
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Xander chuckled again. "Yeah, that's right, not so funny. I'm glad you're okay too. I was worried that you or whoever is in there might have made some mistakes and not all of us got out of here ok, but, well, I'm glad you're okay too. Remember, you can go back to the pool if you want, but that's not really going to help you out here, so you better make sure you're okay too."
Xander waved goodbye to Seth, making sure he could get a good angle on things, and then he started looking through the first aid kits. Wow. These things are a lot heavier than they looked in the gallery above, but... they're still in the bag. He sort of expected them to be, but they're not, which is kind of sad.
He picked up the kit and took a few uses before flipping it over to Kurt.
"Hey, Kurt, how's it going?"
He gave a smile. "Me and you, we're hanging out here for a change, what's the vibe like? The water's cool, the bandana's on, but I don't think anyone's really checking us, is that a concern?"
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#4Post by VoltTurtle » Fri Nov 27, 2020 8:08 am
Okay.
Right.
Fisk flinched at the sound of the voice. He turned his head to look at the direction of the voice and he felt his nose run a little water. Damn. He had no idea who that was.
He turned his head back to the source of the voice and he realized that he could actually hear them, maybe 50-60 feet away from where the flutter had happened. What the hell was going on?
He stopped moving and he realized that he was just in a pool. He could not have panicked.
Fisk was not a swimmer.
The voice was not coming from the pool.
Fisk just kept staring at the camera.
He turned his head back towards the pool and he realized that he could see Ivan standing in it. Fisk didn’t panic, at least not at that point. He just did not want to get in the pool, because it was pretty much all dark and he would have absolutely no idea what was in the water. He wanted to go back to his bag, but he could not find it.
He decided that if he really wanted to get out of the pool he needed to go back into it. So, he started walking. But, as he walked he saw something move towards him.
And then he saw it leave.
Fisk followed the movement and he realized that he was no longer in the clear. He needed to find something.
Fisk followed the wall and he realized that he could not see Ivan because of the pool, which was weird, and he needed to find Ivan.
He continued walking and he suddenly saw a pool ball in the water. Fisk panicked and he backed up a bit because of the worry, but he soon realized that his head was submerged and that he was in a pool.
Then Fisk saw him not-so-small bump into the pool ball.
Fisk gasped and he immediately backpedaled a bit. He was ducking into the pool.
His head popped out
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
Going waaaaaay oldschool for this one. Y'all remember when people used to have fun by putting stuff into google translate and then translating the result back into English? Well, guess what FUCK YOU google translate uses robots now so here have a throwback edition of my robot shenanigans i guess.
Noreen Grasset fluoresced in the neon light, swaying amongst the crowd of party people. Vibin. Y'all know the drill.
Anyways, so she was like, kinda half drunk and maybe on a whole lotta speed, and like, having a pretty okay time and all that stuff. She was here with her friends, though she couldn't really remember who they were or where they were or any of that shit, so, like, fuck, hold on, where was she going with this again, she didn't fucking know,
Mkay, just -
- hold on a sec.
Okay.
Where was she.
She was at a party. She was doing stuff, having a time, all that. Dancing, because everybody was dancing. Everyone was happy and everyone liked everyone and everyone was having a real okay time. She looked good, because that was how everyone else looked. Smelled like sweat and chlorine in here. Could taste the air. Music was loud. She liked it when the music was loud. She didn't like the quiet. The quiet never made sense to her. Loud made sense. Mhm. Just like that. Paint that black hole blacker.
Sway. Bounce. When every surface you touch is cold, don't go home. Y'all know. Some douchebag next to her was wearin a glowy thing around his neck. Haha, what a wild guy. Wild. If Luanne were here, she woulda looked at everyone, and she woulda gone, in her quiet little slow Luanne voice, something like, ahem, Hey Noreen, this reminds me, there's this artist named Dan Witz, he used to do graffiti but now he paints photorealistic raves, he also paints orgies, but mostly he paints raves, and Noreen would be like, cool aight, neato, knee-toe, yknow. Luanne only ever fuckin talked about art. Sometimes it was like she wasn't all there inside. Noreen was all there. Noreen was all here. At this party. Just keepin on keepin on. Gettin innocuous. YOU CAN NORMALIZE. DON'T IT MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE. She felt alive. She was gonna fall over. No she wasn't. She wasn't gonna fall over unless she stopped moving.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE," The singer singing the song sang.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE," everyone sang with Noreen.
Noreen Grasset fluoresces in the neon light, swaying among the crowd of revelers. Vibin. You all know the exercise.
Anyway, so she was like, kinda half drunk and maybe full speed ahead, and like, having a good time and stuff. She was here with her friends, even though she couldn't really remember who they were or where they were or that shit, so, like, damn, wait, where was she going with that again, fucking nothing,
Mkay, just -
- Wait a second.
Okay.
Where was she.
She was at a party. She did stuff, spent time, all of that. Dance, because everyone was dancing. Everyone was happy and everyone loved everyone and everyone was having a great time. She looked good, because that was how everyone looked. It smelled of sweat and chlorine in here. Could taste the air. The music was loud. She liked it when the music was loud. She didn't like calm. Calm had never made sense to her. Fort made sense. Mhm. Just like that. Paint that black hole more black.
Swaying. Bounce. When every surface you touch is cold, don't go home. You all know. An asshole next to her wore a shiny object around her neck. Haha, what a wild type. Wild. If Luanne was there she would have looked at everyone, and she would be gone, in her slow, silent little Luanne voice, something like, ahem, Hey Noreen, that reminds me, there's this artist named Dan Witz, he used to do graffiti but now he paints photorealistic raves, he also paints orgies, but mostly he paints raves, and Noreen would be like, cool aight, neato, knee-toe, you know. Luanne spoke only of art. Sometimes it was as if she wasn't all there inside. Noreen was all there. Noreen was all there. During this party. Just keep on going. Gettin harmless. YOU CAN STANDARDIZE. DON'T MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE. She felt alive. She was going to fall. No she was not. She wasn't going to fall if she kept moving.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE," sang the singer who sang the song.
Noreen Grasset fluoresces in neon light and sways in a crowd of party people. Vivin. Y'all knows the drill.
Anyway, she was a little drunk, maybe at a fair speed, and had a pretty good time and all that. She was here with her friends, but she couldn't really remember who they were, where they were, or either that shit, because ...
Well, just-
- Wait a moment.
Yes.
Where was she
She was at the party. She was doing something and was spending time. Everyone was dancing, so I'm dancing. Everyone was happy, everyone liked everyone, and everyone had a really okay time. She looked good. Because that was what everyone else looked like. It smells like sweat and chlorine. I was able to taste the air. The music was loud. She liked it when the music was loud. She didn't like quietness. The tranquility never made sense to her. It makes a lot of sense. Hmm. Just like that. Paint the black hole blacker.
Shake. Bounce, bounce. Do not go home when all the surfaces you touch are cold. Everyone knows. Some douchebags next to her wore something shining around his neck. Haha, what a wild man. wild. If Louane was here, she would have seen everyone, and she left with her quiet, a little slow Louane's voice, uh, a bit like Norleen, which reminds me. Increasingly, there is this artist named Dan Witz, who used to scribble, but now he draws realistic rave and organization, but most of the time he draws rave. Norleen looks like cool eight, nate, neat, innow. Louane has talked about art so far. Sometimes she didn't seem to be inside. Noreen was all there. Noreen was all here. At this party. Just continue. Harmless Gettin. Can be normalized. It doesn't make you feel alive. She felt alive. She was going to fall. No, it wasn't. She didn't fall unless she stopped moving.
The singer singing the "TONITE TONITE TONITE" song sang.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE", everyone sang with Norleen.
Among the crowds of men, in the studies of the light-versed with the neo Noreen Grasset fluoresced. Vibinum. Titus found first know the drill.
Anyways, having thus a similar, perhaps, the good as well or as quickly, as he was well warmed to the whole Lotta to be easy. At this point with her, were friends of his, even if the thing itself, and was not able to remember who he was, or in which they were and are, though he had never out of the dirt, so that they, fuck, hold in, but there was with him, came up again those things, which you did not know them, you shall know sister had been defiled ;
Mkay, just -
- Hold a sec.
Well.
Where is it.
And there was a party. He was doing stuff over time, all that. With dances, by all that they, and dancing. Are all to be happy, and all of them, proved me, and all the people after the same manner well-having a real-time. And it seemed good to me, for the sake of which I have seen, was nothing better to me than all. The chlorine in sweat smelled like here. Could taste the air. Music is great. And I liked it when he was loud music. And I like the quiet. In order to ease the feeling never made it. Great sense. Mhm. Like that. Some are blacker black hole.
Sway. Bounce. The top of all are touching on the cold, do not go up. Titus as the first to know. Some douchebag wearin with it in a glowy thing around his neck. Haha had a wild guy. Wild. If Luanne present case, that Woulda I saw in all things, and woulda went her way into this has subsided a little, is the sluggard to Luanne, a voice is something like this, ahem, O Lord, Noreen, this he recalls that for me, this is not an artist by the name of Dan Witz: and they used to do graffiti on now photorealistic over with vermilion, and is mad not with vermilion, and orgies, but mostly burned, paints, and the like Noreen would be aight cool, neat, knee-toe, yknowe. Luanne fuckin talked about as always. At times, it was not as if they were in the midst of all things. Noreen to everyone. Noreen and everyone here. In that direction. As keepin keepin on. Oh unfair. YOU can normalize. It would not do for his life. She felt alive. That fall was gonna. There was no fear. He was the Lamb, unless you fall into such a move.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE" And a singer singing voice.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE" Every Noreen accompaniment.
Noreen Grasset shone in the neon light, swinging among the party crowd. Viben. You know the exercises.
Anyway, she was like, she's kinda drunk and maybe too quickly, and like, she's having a good time and all of that stuff. She was here with her girlfriends, even though she couldn't really remember who they were or where they were or anything of that shit, so, like, damn, wait, where was she going with this again, she didn't know the silly and
McKay, just -
- wait a moment.
OK.
Where was she.
She was at a party. She used to do things, spend time, all of it. Dancing, because everyone was dancing. Everyone was happy, everyone loved them and everyone was having a good time. She looked good, because that was everyone's look. Smells like sweat and chlorine here. Can taste the air. The music was loud. She loved it when the music was loud. She did not like quiet. Calm never made sense to her. Logically loud. Mm. Just like this. Paint this black hole a little blacker.
wobble. Bounce, bounce. When every surface you touch is cold, don't go home. You know. Some douches next to her were wearing something shiny around his neck. Haha, what a wild man. Wild. If Luanne was here, she would have looked at everyone, and she would have gone, in her calm, slow little Luanne voice, something like, ahem, Hey Noreen, that reminds me, there's an artist called Dan Witz, who used to draw graffiti but now he paints a realistic rave, and he also paints an orgy, But he mostly draws rave, and you'll be noreen like, cool, classy, knee, yknow. Luan just fuckin talked about art. Sometimes it was as if it wasn't even inside. Noreen was all there. Noreen was here. In this party. Just stay on Keepin. Get harmless. You can normalize. It does not make you feel alive. I felt alive. She was going to fall. No, you are not. You won't fall off unless you stop moving.
Noreen Grasset has shone in a neon light, walking among the party crowd. Vibin. I will know how to dig wells.
Either way, so he was like, he was half drunk and probably at lotta speed, and like, having a good time with all the stuff. He was here with his friends, though he couldn't remember who they were or where they were or whatever it was, so, like, tummy, hold on, he was going with this again, he didn't know,
Mkay, just -
- hold for seconds.
Okay.
Where was he.
He was at a party. He was doing things, having time, all that. Play, because everyone was dancing. Everyone was happy and everyone loved everyone and everyone had a wonderful time. He looked good, because that's how everyone looked. I felt like sweat and chlorine here. It can taste air. The music was loud. He loved it when the music was intense. He did not like calm. Calmness meant nothing to him. Loud made sense. Mhm. Just like that. Paint that black hole black.
Sway. Bounce. When every face you touch is cold, don’t go home. You will know. A certain Douchebag next to him was wearing something shiny around his neck. Haha, what a wild man. Pori. If Luanne were here, she would look at everyone, and she would go, with her little slow voice of Luanne, something like, ahem, Hey Noreen, this reminds me, there's this artist named Dan Witz, he was doing text but now he's painting rave pictures, she also paints the ceremony, but especially she wears rave, and Noreen will be like, a little cold, neato, finger on the knee, you know. Luanne had previously talked about art. Sometimes it was as if he wasn’t all inside. Noreen was all present. Noreen was all here. In this celebration. Keep going on and on. Finding the innocent. YOU CAN STOP IT. DON'T MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE. He felt alive. He was falling. No he wasn't. He would not fall unless he stopped moving.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE," The singer sang the song.
"TONITE TONITE TONITE," everyone sang with Noreen.
Noreen Grasset shines in a neon light and splits between a multitude of joys. Vivin. You all know movement.
So he was a little drunk, probably going at full speed and having a good time. He was here with his friends, but I couldn't remember who they were, where they were, and that shit, dude, wait, I went I went again, nothing he did,
ok then-
- Wait a minute.
Yes.
Where was he
He was at a party. He did something and took time. Everyone was dancing, so dance. Everyone was happy, everyone loved everyone, and everyone had a good time. It looked good. Because that's how everyone looked. You can feel the sweat and chlorine here. I could taste the air. The music was loud. He loved it when the music was intense. He did not want to settle down. Calmness meant nothing to him. Logic Fort. Hmm. Like this. Paint black hole.
shake. Bounce, bounce. Do not return home when all surfaces you touch are cold. You all know the woman he hated around her was wearing something shiny around her neck. Haha, what kind of wild. Pori. If Luan were there, he would see everyone, reminiscent of Luan's slow and quiet voice, uh, like Norlin, there's an artist named Danowitz, who used to draw graphite, but now he draws real rave. I also draw Australian dollars, but most of the time I draw rave. Norlin looks like a cool, classy, eighth-grader. Luann only talked about art. Sometimes it was as if it wasn’t all inside. Noreen was all present. Noreen was all present. During this celebration. Please proceed. It will not hurt. You can connect. It doesn't make me feel alive. I felt alive. He was falling. No, not you. If you keep moving, you will not fall.
The singer who sang the song sang "TONITE TONITE TONITE".
The song "TONITE TONITE TONITE" was sung by Norleen.
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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"Fuck you, mister fucker, it's your life or mine!"
(Yeah, that was her, by the way.)
She'd left behind a pretty, if somewhat dented, bandanna that gave her away as being the same color as her bandanna, which was actually pretty meaningful considering how small the yardave was, but on the other hand, it had also left her with a bunch of rope tied in her hair, so it was still not something she had quite foreseen or fully appreciated. She'd also left behind an unfriendly looking gravestone that would likely only serve as a reminder of her demise to some of her more insufferable classmates, though the tombstone would hopefully serve as little more than another source of amusement for the majority of the students on her team, as well as perhaps to anyone who would go and check it out later.
Kaya finally turned her back on the other contestants, keeping her gaze on Gus, her nose stuck on the oddly familiar, weirdly blue bandanna tied around the neck of her swimsuit. She hadn't really considered the significance of the symbol until she had seen it on a contestant, and given the context, it wasn't really a surprise. The only thing Kaya could tell for sure was that the winner would be receiving a special kind of grief, likely only reserved for the few elite viewers capable of bearing witness to such proceedings.
"Hey, hey," she said to Gus, droning on about taking a picture of the other contestants, "that's your mentor, right? I don't think I've ever heard that name before. Do you think it's a good idea to snap a few pics of your mentor as well?"
The only response was a sharp exhale from her lips, as the sinking feeling in her stomach gradually subsided. Kaya was now relatively quiet, even amid the roaring of the ocean. Finally, she looked up from her spot on the deck and smiled.
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#2Post by MurderWeasel » Wed Nov 25, 2020 7:39 pm
This was going to go badly.
The deliveryman continued to play his role as though he had been out of the vicinity for some time; Kaya called for him to come in, but his head moved nowhere else.
Then, the man's voice breaks in half between the maniacal laughter of Gus and the soft, panicked whimper of the girl.
"Kaya, it's me, Gus. Mama's here. I'm sorry. I've been trying to murder everybody in my picture, and it's been a nightmare. I'm so, so sorry. Oh, um, well, you are not in a mental hospital! Um, you're not dangerous! It's just, you don't know how to deal with the fact that you murdered your family, even though you told the producers that you would be the end of you!"
The deliveryman's voice is cut short as he covers his mouth with his hand, unable to muster the emotion necessary to properly finish his thought. His expression is unmoved by the sound of the girl's distress, and he speaks directly to the camera:
"I was very sorry for what I said. I'm not sure if I will ever be able to trust you again, but... I was trying to murder my family, and I..."
He takes a deep breath
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"And tell my brother," she went on. "I hope he's okay."
She tucked her things away in a dressing room. A synth was already there. She didn't know if it was a good idea to keep it. But even if it wasn't, there was another synth somewhere up here. She didn't want to think about that right now.
Bethan looked up at the sound of voices. A few people were talking loud enough for her to hear. She glanced around. There were people up here. They were up here talking. They were up here talking. She glanced between the people. She didn't know if they were up here talking or up here, but she was pretty sure they were up here.
And then she looked up.
There were people up here. Some were talking. Some were going to-
She looked up, and-
She felt tears pooling to her face.
She was going to die.
She wasn't going to die. She wasn't going to die. She didn't deserve this. She didn't want to die. She wanted to live. But now, these people were taking her life, this life, she couldn't have her. She couldn't have a life. She was going to live. And she was going to live.
She felt tears soak her cheeks. She felt warm tears just like the ones that had covered her eyes so far.
And she felt her heart break for the first time she had felt since she was a little girl.
She stared up at the people, and-
and-
and-
and-
and-
and-
and-
and-
but she was still smiling. She was smiling because the people were talking, because everything was okay up here, and she could breathe. She could breathe because she had a life, she had a life because she was alive, and she had a life because she was alive.
And she felt a warmth and a sadness she hadn't felt in years. It was sad and strange and wrong and wrong because it wasn't a thing that happened to other people. It was people who went to this place, who lived here, and who died here. And it was her who was dying. She was dying because she had failed to protect herself from the worst possible outcome she could have.
And it was her who was dying because she had been the one who killed someone. She had been the one who had put her life in danger to get to the best possible outcome possible.
And it was her who had been the one who had put her life in danger so that she could get the relationship she never got.
And it was her who had put herself in danger so that she could get the relationship she never got.
And it was her who had put her life in danger so that she could get what she never got.
And it was her who had put herself in danger so that she could get what she never got.
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#7Post by RC » Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:44 pm
((BC05 - Leslie Lowell continued from F's in the chat))
So Leslie didn't get what he wanted. Well, okay, he did get what he wanted, but it wasn't the death game he was expecting. Not the
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The presence or absence of an atom essentially defines the basis of all human interaction. There are millions of them floating in the ocean. Every second, hundreds or thousands of them, are being lost forever. If all the people on this show had lived through the experiences that these people went through, even if one or both of them had developed cancer, the results would have been very different, and probably very, very different indeed.
But no, in SOTF-TV, because every second, the presence or absence of a single atom, the tiniest shred of information whatsoever, determines everything that the characters do and don't say. Any given moment, that tiny shred of information is all that remains, and it's lost forever.
Vasily Ivanov didn't escape unscathed.
He stared down.
He was about to look up when his body moved, and then he was looking up, and suddenly there were hundreds of people on the screen, all moving at the same alarming pace, even as the screen darkened and Vasily's heart rate accelerated.
He turned his head and smiled.
Hear the sound of Vasily's collar clanking against the deck.
"Hello!"
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#23Unread post by Applesintime » Wed Dec 09, 2020 1:59 pm
Gregory actually did manage to get away. Barely. Maybe he would've gotten away if he'd stayed put.
He's hiding in the shadows, where nobody's watching and he doesn't want them to see him. Maybe he should make a go of it, if he had the chance to run away. But no, he still couldn't help but notice the fact that there were people staring at him, even though he was pretty sure it was only natural for people to look when you are trying to hide. At the very least, he could smile and wave them off, since they wouldn't give him away.
"Huh. You guys are here?" He thinks to himself, and then adds with a smirk that was both genuine and completely unnecessary.
"You've seen me around, so you probably know me," He wants to make a conversation, but all he had to do was point at the group of people who were already here. "That was pretty scary, but not like that was going to stop me from trying to find a place to hide. Don't forget, you're the Jedi, and you get to decide who's dead and alive!" He's going to take this to the next level, and will get to it in due course, but he won't be surprised if he ends up just making it more weird.
As the others left, some of them followed, some went out of sight, while the lone one stayed behind.
"Hey guys, it's me, Gregory!" He smiled, hopping over to the back of the group as he turned to go out of the center of the room, "See you tomorrow for sure, okay?"
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#24Unread post by Dan Yugheesling » Wed Dec 09,
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The blue bandana was tied around her neck, around her neck, around her neck, around the golden chain. It took a special kind of badass to break the rules and wear them out. It took a special kind of badass to throw everything they had into their outfits and toss it all away because everyone else was doing the same thing and wearing their shit and the same thing.
Hearing the voice belonged to Fisk, the golden chain glowing brightly in the sun as he listened to the voice.
"Hey! Whatcha got there? You've got a gun, I'm told, but you don't have a bandana."
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#5Post by Catche Jagger » Thu Nov 26, 2020 1:41 pm
Suddenly, it's like nothing has happened at all.
Sofia can barely contain the relief she feels at finding a purpose, something that she wasn’t even sure she was capable of feeling.
She quickly glances over at the sound of her own footsteps, then quickly tilts her head back towards the voice, glancing at Gabriela with her normal, neutral stare.
“Huh. You’re alive.”
She’s getting emotional, but she doesn’t say anything else. Because she was, she wasn’t even sure what to feel.
She wasn’t even sure if she was happy or sad or mopey anymore.
She doesn’t know if she was going to make it out of here alive. Maybe she would've made it out, but she didn’t deserve to die that way. Maybe she would've made it out if she tried, but didn’t know that. Maybe she wouldn’t even make it out if she tried again, but if she stayed in the arena, she would see her dead body there.
She breathed a quick, grateful thanks for the new voice and quickly turned her head back towards Gabriela, still with her neutral look.
“Thank you.”
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#6Post by Namira » Thu Nov 26, 2020 2:11 pm
Gabriela nodded.
She was alive.
She was mopey.
She was scared.
She was crying.
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
But the voice made her listen, just a tiny bit.
And then,
"It's too late to give up. You're stuck here with me. Even if you're not at home, you'll always be here. You'll never leave."
She took a breath.
And then another.
"Anyways, have you ever thought about how you were going to die? The thought still was in the back of your head, but it always seemed like the logical outcome. Always in a situation like this, any form of violence, any sort of confrontation, you had to kill someone, you had to. The more and more you thought about it, the more and more it seemed like it would never, ever, ever, ever happen. Because, I'm not going to attack anyone. I'm not gonna hurt anyone. I'm not gonna murder
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"Could I ask you a favor?" Verity asked.
Verity remembered something that had happened a while ago. A little while ago, Verity had been happy about an accident. A little while ago, Verity had been calm. A little while ago, Verity had been polite. Verity had been reliable. Verity was going to be reliable.
And now, Verity was going to be murdered. Her body had gone limp. Her face had been smashed into a nearby wall. There was blood everywhere. The seat cushions had been slashed. The beer had been thrown into the air like a flag. The curtains had been swung open. And the killer had come to kill Verity.
But she had had a different plan.
She hadn't done anything. She hadn't thrown anything. She hadn't made any more friends. She hadn't seen anyone else. She hadn't done anything wrong.
So why was it different now?
Why was she getting murdered?
Why was she getting run over?
She hadn't killed anyone. There hadn't been anyone on her team. There hadn't been anyone she'd ever met. There hadn't been anyone that she'd ever wanted to kill.
And why was she getting run over?
Why was she getting killed?
She'd been speeding. She'd been swerving. She'd been staring at her speedometer. She'd been thinking about how she was going to get run over. About how she would get herself killed.
She'd been thinking about how she was going to get herself killed. She'd been staring at the parking lot. At the school bus stop. At the wrecked truck with the paint splattered on the sides and the body of the unknown stranger. At the side of the truck. At the side of the white crate that looked like it had been come broken through but was still sitting there unmoving. At the side of the white crate that had a black bandana tied around the collar.
There was a body found inside. It had been smashed into pieces. Its body had been ripped open, revealing the remains of at least three people.
Most of the pieces had been found inside the truck. The driver's seat, the front seat, the back. The bottom half of the crate had been unharmed. The upper half, even so, but that didn't matter.
All of the pieces had been found inside the cargo hold. But what had been found had been broken. What had been discovered had been left behind.
The pieces of the broken pieces of the broken pieces of the broken pieces of the broken pieces of the crate had been found in the open. It had been found next to the empty crate.
She'd forgotten that she still had a job to do. In fact, she'd been counting on the fact that she was currently on the news to push her thoughts of how she should even get her life back together again. The position of the shovel had been pivotal in that. It had pushed her thoughts to the side. So instead, she turned around to face the outside world.
She'd never considered going on the national televised program that would become known as "Jeopardy!" to be on the show itself, but as it was now known, she would be a contestant, she would be making her way to the finals, and she would very likely be chosen to go home.
So she'd been forced to put aside that specific concern. She'd also been forced to watch her life and her future end on a show where they
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It was nice to finally hear a song that was actually meaningful in-game.
But the real thing that Mariko wanted to hear was something that would let her know that she was important. Something that would let her know that she wasn't a nothing person or some other tired cliché. She just wanted something that was meaningful in-game, regardless. So she pushed her toy cart to the side and leaned back against the wall, contemplating her next move.
She pushed herself back to her feet.
"Ah, but first, I have something else to discuss," she announced, "I think it would be wise for us all to leave. Stay safe, whatever that means."
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#12Post by Cactus » Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:06 pm
As the group walked, Mariko spoke with some frequency about the events of the past hour, as well as the current situation they were currently faced with.
She stopped and turned to look at the figures moving about in the hallways.
"Quite the presence," she remarked. "It's impressive. Not many people have been able to capture their attention like this."
She wondered what these people would think of them when they woke up. She wondered if they would come to hate them as they were, or if they would start to hate them for the bait they were put on. Mariko didn't know which one it would be. Either way, Mariko decided to leave the scene of the theft for the time being. The possibility of someone committing the act made Mariko hesitant on whether to run in to them or not, however the sound of someone's walking continued.
"It's your kind that steal our mermaids," Mariko said to the trio. "Not happy now, but you ever hear someone yelling about going to a mermaids game? Honestly, I don't get it, they're just a thing you make up to keep people from killing to keep your job, you know?"
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#13Post by Cactus » Wed Nov 25, 2020 8:21 pm
As the trio headed towards the sound of splashing, Mariko spoke again.
"In our current situation, were it not for the fact that we're on the live television showing these contestants gyrating to music from a kazoo, I'm not sure we'd be on the same page right now. In fact, I think I may have offended one of the people in the endgame a little too much."
She went on to say that she was unsure whether or not the contestants had been dancing at the beginning, or if they were just getting to know each other. Mariko knew that she shouldn't have come across as rude at the mere thought of someone being on an e-sport, but then again, maybe Mariko herself was just a little too sensitive to the point of panicky hives against loud noises. Though Mariko was quick to point out that the people on the far end of the screen were all things, and the majority of the viewers were radio silence, she could also hear the chatter from somewhere down below. She didn't know if anyone was talking right at the moment, but at the same time, she
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"Anyways, let's head out and find some supplies before they get lost in the hallways. It's getting late, and neither of us want to get late," Verity said, voice lower than usual because she didn't want to be late. It was still the same tone that she'd used to talk with whoever was sitting in the suite that morning. It was just that she wasn't going to talk anymore. She was done here. She wasn't done with this.
"Just so you know, I'm not going to be late," she clarified. That sounded nice but she didn't want to go over that mistake of hers. She was getting too close to the person sitting in the suite and she didn't want that to happen.
A sudden urge to vomit hit her. She pulled back, ducked back into the room where the screamer was, and held her breath. Her eyes shut tight against the pounding of her head against the floor. It wasn't the vomiting she'd been warned about, but she'd never been hurt when she'd opened her eyes. Had it really?
No. The screamer had been a stranger. A girl. She was being followed. She'd been. But she wasn't. No. She'd been spared. She'd... had time to think? That... that wasn't real. That didn't matter. She'd just... taken a step to the right. She'd just... taken a step away. She'd... been waiting. She'd been half-jogging. She'd... been halfway down that hallway when the second girl came through the door.
The first one didn't seem to be here. The second one. She'd taken a step or two to the right, and then-
Bleeding.
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#3Post by Aura » Fri Nov 27, 2020 5:13 pm
Ivan stared at her. He didn't recognize her. What had happened. He didn't know what had happened. But she'd been standing there, watching his every move, and now she was staring him right in the eyes, and he didn't know who he was talking to, and he didn't know if he'd just killed him. He didn't know. But he'd killed him, and it hadn't even been a conscious decision, and he'd said the thing about preparedness. It hadn't even been a thing he'd said.
Ivan hadn't realised he'd just stabbed him. He hadn't even noticed. He had watched the stab from a safe distance, and had been waiting to see who it was before he took another step.
So, here he was, sitting in this corridor, and Verity was swinging her long dagger like a hammer. It was like a whirlpool, and so hard to see who was coming in. It was like a whirlpool, but you couldn't hurt yourself in it. It was like a whirlpool, but no one was coming.
Ivan had always wondered why that was. Why she'd done that. Why she'd gone so far to the safe side. Why she'd gone out of her way to kill a man who hadn't even
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He would never hurt her, but he was getting more worried as time went on. Even though he had some pretty good weapons in his bag, there was no way he could hope to beat Alyssa by himself. And besides, neither of them were on SOTF, which was the entire point of this show, the way.
It was now or never, but Vasily began his search for… people to murder. The adventurers loitered around the edge of the map, hoping Alyssa would approach and join them. It was rude, and frankly a little paranoid, but he didn't want to panic, and he didn't want to be threatened with a gun.
Fortunately, Alyssa turned her back on them and wandered off, finding the place quiet. Vasily followed, scanning the surroundings for anyone else.
They did it, huh? Yes, they did, indeed. All they had to do now was find a place to join in, and they would all be fine.
Vasily stood up, his legs shuffling slightly as he unrolled his napkin out from under his pillowcase.
"So, with my crew made up, I'm the only person at large," he announced, waving his arms in a practice sort of stance, "so we'll have to wait and see if anyone comes by now."
He set himself to gathering supplies, getting inside the ferry, and setting his bag down on the ground.
"Alright, I'll see you around!" He smiled at the nearby adventurers.
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#11Post by Kermit » Sat Dec 05, 2020 11:19 am
Keegan stood on the deck, surveying the area. He could see a large ship off in the distance, a sight he couldn't deny. He waved to the ship that passed by as it passed. "Hello there."
The voice catches his attention. It's familiar, and he can't help but smile at the unfamiliar voice. He's not sure if it's the familiar image of his earlier conversations with Alyssa or the unfamiliar one, but he's pleased he's managed to get comfortable with it. It's become a familiar image.
As he sits on the deck, his heart rate goes up. He's glad Alyssa isn't with him, or with her. He watches the ship passing by, and he wonders if Alyssa is wearing something different from his bandanna.
"Well, what brings you here?" He laughed.
Keegan felt relieved and buoyed by the sight of the ship. He was wearing his bandanna, and it was a different color than the one on Alyssa.
But the sight of the ship still brought back memories of things he'd said a minute ago.
"Okay, I'll go check it out."
He surveyed the ship. It was a small one. Keegan gripped the rail gun in his left hand. He could see lights in the distance.
"Gotta go somewhere, right?" He asked, already starting to pack his things.
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#12Post by Espi » Tue Dec 08, 2020 3:11 am
The ship approached, the wind howling with the drifting of the jetties. A wooden walkway led between the walkways
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Think about it: if they retired today, they'd still be millionaires. People make these decisions every day. For them to pull the same stunt again 20 years from now, only to lose their shit, that's what it would be like. They'd be broken, their marriages crumble, their kids go to hell, and the world would revolve around them like a pinata. That's not a thought that would ever enter into someone's mind when they were younger, but it would really, truly, truly, profoundly, horribly, excruciatingly sad.
He threw his hat at her.
"Hey," He growl-screeched, arms crossed behind him, "how's your giant rock of a brother? Didn't expect anything special, I'm glad to see you again..."
He threw his beanie at her, though she didn't get it.
"What are you trying to do? Oh hells_no, Luanne!" He took a step towards the retreating couple.
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#6Post by Kermit » Wed Dec 02, 2020 4:09 am
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But seriously, a grasp of all the major sports in America. There's a reason why only 3% of Americans got into Art Basel in Miami back in the 90's. There's a reason why only 3% of American fifth graders could predict the winner of the 2011 ㅜ Life is Strange
A reason why her many fans didn't react the way they would have if she were writing about her. She was famous, of course, she was Giselle, she was Chris, Giselle was an SOTF-TV Channel and Chris was a person. She wasn’t going to die from a heart attack, after all. No, she was going to die from a freak accident. And she wasn’t going to let them discover that and be like ‘oh she was the best person ever, oh she’d make a fortune and be loved forever and… the list goes on.’
Nervous, nervous, nervous, nervous, she tried to focus. Her hand was starting to chill. Why? Well, because Giselle was going to ask the question that everyone else was thinking about when she stepped out of the car, when she asked whether she should put on her watch. Her mind was starting to race. She had a lot of questions, and she was pretty sure she had a lot of answers, but she also didn’t know the answer to the first one.
She hoped they didn’t let her die that day.
So she watched the car lose steam.
And then Giselle stepped out.
And there was the sound of shuffling.
She waited for the sound again.
And it was the sound of more shuffling.
The car was now abandoned and quiet. Her breath caught in her chest. It didn’t happen again.
She wiped the tears that she was still catching onto her cheeks.
And she looked up, in confusion.
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#7Post by MurderWeasel » Thu Dec 03, 2020 12:46 pm
Nate kept his eyes off of Giselle for the time being. He would need to make his own mind up on that later. Not like this game was going to stop him from asking questions when they were back on the ship.
Giselle was a waste of space, and he wasn't going to actively try to engage her in conversation while she was distracted. Still, it would help if he had a bodyguard.
The tunnel Nate and Giselle were walking down was lined with set pieces, and he figured he'd give a go-now-or-stay-now-or-stay-at-the-back-of-the-pack-thing a try.
They didn't come out until much later, and so Nate made a beeline for them. Giselle didn't have anything particularly interesting for him to shoot at them with, so he let her go first.
He couldn't really see anyone in the stillness, but he could still hear them.
"Hey," he called out over the noise. "You guys okay waiting out here for a second? Got a good view on the corridor?"
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
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#14Unread post by Brackie » Fri Dec 18, 2020 8:28 pm
"So where were we?"
He looked at Mary. She'd replied five minutes earlier with an enthusiastic "Oh! So where were we?" and that little extra info gave her some comfort. Maybe it was the familiarity of the setting. Maybe it was just the way the little boat rocked on the waves, the way the boats rocked on the floor.
"If you're asking that, then the most likely outcome is that the silver-haired girl is already dead. The trouble is, if that's true, then that's probably not the worst outcome. We probably wouldn't get to know her very well, if we died in here. So you could argue that we're already dead. Again, we're swimming against the current that will bring us to one thing only if, if, if the current carries us to that place, where it will be all right."
He glanced over his options. His eyes met Mary's. He didn't meet her eyes.
"And then there's the idea that we might end up on a boat that looks more like a cruise ship than a murder simulator. That's a hard one to come up with, no matter how good your pitch is, because your classmates and the rest of us would just have a hard time believing that you got an idea for a boat that looks more like a cruise ship than a murder simulator."
His eyes met hers.
"And if the other option is that we're in the hands of a girl who looks a lot like Mary in a dress but is probably not going to try to kill us out of fashion, that's just paranoid hunch. But either of those two things would be better than nothing, I think. There'd be safer avenues if you knew them."
He smiled as he shook his head again.
"You're right about the complications, then. Our lives would be safer, and our chances of survival would go up, if someone did something that you believed was really, really dumb."
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#15Unread post by Jilly » Sat Dec 19, 2020 5:19 pm
((Mary Cheung continued from Bugles))
"Yeah, I get you."
Mary nodded. Her fingers were still running through her bandana.
"I dunno, I feel like I'm just trying to figure it out on my own, figuring things out now would just frustrate me more, trying to convince myself that I'll figure things out as soon as I can and can fight back."
She squeezed her eyes shut and stared out the front door for a while.
"So, anyways, uh, got it. Got it."
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#16Unread post by backslash » Sat Dec 19, 2020 12:06 pm
Mary nodded at a ring around some sirens.
"Yeah, I get you."
(Was it just plugging in? Or, was it just her that had admitted to a bias?)
It was rather embarrassing for
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#10Post by KamiKaze » Fri Dec 11, 2020 4:15 am
No one was safe from the snapping of his fingers.
The kitchen was a mess, and then a bit more of that.
He could smell the salt, everything weird and gross.
Someone was in there.
It was immediately clear that he hadn't just arrived.
(Elliott-Blair Østergaard continued elsewhere)
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#11Post by Ohm » Fri Dec 11, 2020 11:19 pm
Laughter. Who could forget that? Who couldn't forget that?
No?
Elliott-Blair shook his head, his teeth brush against the bandana wrapped around his hand.
“Uh…”
Elliott-Blair wasn’t sure how to respond to that. If someone wanted to kill him, he couldn’t care less about it. There was someone in there, somewhere, far away. He didn’t know.
It was like a check out. You checkout the outfit, click buy, put on the mask, and snap.
No?
Elliott-Blair shifted his bag, unzipped it to show the face he was showing and he always wore, his knuckles began to rustle in the air.
“Uh…”
“No?”
He couldn’t think of an answer.
“Yeah?”
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#12Post by KamiKaze » Fri Dec 11, 2020 11:39 pm
Ha. Right, yes. That was precisely his name.
Even without a name, with a name like that of someone you knew, was it possible to become famous? Not that this was hard to accomplish, of course - people would just find them on their WIKI, whatever their name was. For any of them to become famous, however, was to become a target - something to be feared, something to be avoided, something to be avoided at all costs. That was how it worked in most circumstances.
So the obvious answer was not to get famous just because you had a name. Not to get famous simply because you had a name. Quite the contrary, the answer was to get famous because you were famous. That was the thing that set you apart
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A couple of things were certain in this conversation.
One, Laura wouldn't be able to make it through this conversation unscathed. Laura was strong, she was fast, she was athletic, and if she had run and fought like her heroes did, she likely would have been the one to make it through this. If a fight broke out, she knew how to step in and bring a quick and decisive end to this madness. Not a lot of time for reflection or preparation. She took in the sights around her.
And also the sounds. The pounding on the doors. The squelching in the air. The distant crashing of boats. The splashes and the howling wind through the water.
All of this at once, she felt the world come into focus.
And then another.
Another crashing sound and splashes.
An explosion, loud enough that it shattered windows in the nearby hotel.
Another.
Another splash.
Another crashing sound.
Another.
Another.
Another.
Another, more crashing sound.
Another.
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Another.
Another.
Another blast.
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More banging.
More howling wind. Loud enough so it shattered the windows in the nearby hotel, blew the lead off the side of the boat, tore through the side of the ferry, and yanked the entire crew to the side.
And then another.
Another blast.
Another.
Another.
More howlings. Loud enough so it shattered the windows in the nearby hotel, blew the lead off the side of the boat, tore through the side of the ferry, and toppled the side of the ferry.
It was followed by a new, louder howl that tore through the ship.
Luanne Grasset stepped onto the deck of the ferry. It took her a moment to adjust to the sight of the carnage around her.
The bodies of four people clung to life amidst the overturned furniture and the ransacked bathroom. The glass in front of her was still shiny from a bullet, and splintered from the impact.
Outside, a pile of bodies slowly made its way down the gangplank.
On the opposite side, a few scattered objects made their way down the jetties.
Luanne Grasset felt her heart break.
She took a few steps back. The carnage around her was starting to make its way down the jetties. Her first-aid kit was already in her pack; the grenade in her bag that had exploded when she had hit the ground was gone, replaced by a bandana with a different color. The clothes she had managed to hide in at the scene were now gone, too.
Luanne sighed and ducked down behind one of the ransacked bathrooms. She could hear the water on the other side.
She was a few steps closer than she thought she would be when she saw a bunch of crying boys and girls. Some of them were crying. Some of them were hollering. Some of them were ranting.
Some of them were ranting.
One ranted at her.
Another ranted.
Somebody thundered down the gangplank. No. That wasn't a cannonball. That was a suitcase. That was a bomb.
Whatever was in the suitcase blew.
The bag in her hands started to rumble as her hand and foot started to shake. When she felt pain, she turned her head and realized that she had rammed her head into the back of a boy. The cheek, just below the level of the eye, was bleeding, and she had to take more blood to treat the cuts. It made a horrible
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Ivan smirked. "You probably didn't realize that when you said that you were being facetious?"
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#5Post by Polybius » Thu Dec 03, 2020 11:25 pm
Don't ask me why. I don't get why people would volunteer to be kidnapped for seven fucking days. I've got nothing but contempt for some of you. A few of you are now here. You know, you weren't even supposed to be here.
"Why are we here?"
All of a sudden Ivan noticed that his shirt slipped off him. Huh. He hadn't noticed the injuries before. Odd. He smiled at the source of the ruse. "Look, I have to go. People are dying for a TV show. It's one of my favourite things ever."
Could he really hope to reach out to someone in pain, in sadness, for sympathy? "What about you?" He pressed a hand against his ribcage. "We don't-" He stopped himself. Was he still shaking? "Yeah. We're-" He shook his head.
His right eye popped open, blinking with nerves. He blinked several times before he spoke again. "We're in..."
Is he still in shock over his handsomeness? He just told them he was in shock. Like, physically terrified? Like, physically flabbergasted? "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
He rubbed the back of his head. He looked at the other boys. "Hey, guys, you guys wanna keep it, man? Just, just, just, just- just, please."
His words filled him with terror. In this moment his moral compass was failing him, and he genuinely cared about the fate of the other kids he just told them about. How long would it take him to reach out to them, ask for their forgiveness, say that they're not alone and for the sake of God go even harder to save themselves?
His hands clenched. He listened to his toes.
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#6Post by ItzToxie » Thu Dec 03, 2020 5:07 pm
Bacchia definitely wasn’t in mind when she’d gotten the Harpoon gun. It was a cool-ass weapon, and she’d never once thought about using it for gun work.
But the Harpoon was nice. She could hold it tightly, and it didn’t slip out of her fingers. It was also pretty, well, sexy to look at when she thought about it, so fuck it, she'd get the Harpoon gun and just shoot the shit out of whoever was in her boat, and then she’d make sure to have some fun doing it the next time she was part of this. She could accept, though. That was the least of her worries.
“I mean, if I’m being honest, all I got is a gun. I’m leaving. I don’t know when or where.”
She paused.
“Anywho, I hope to get back to wherever I was before I die.”
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#11Post by Cicadan » Thu Nov 26, 2020 4:11 pm
Bacchia tried to persuade herself of her own innocence, and it felt like trying. The incident with the little bottle of alcohol seemed small potatoes compared to that whole murder, and that whole proposed escape attempt. She couldn’t remember all of it, and she knew that it had happened.
She’d tried to talk with James, and it was clear he wasn’t going to shut up about it. James had called her names and made her feel uncomfortable, and there was nothing she could do about it. James kept trying to get her to come back to him, and the silence felt like an invitation to slide by and leave.
She turned to look back at James and the mutilated corpse. She’d put a hand on his forehead to stop his tears from running down his face. Bacchia felt her eyes watering, but didn’t move an inch from where the scene happened. She simply stood there, her shoulders sagging a little. Her mouth felt full, but her eyes didn’t move an inch from where the scene was happening.
She couldn’t turn away from the camera she was staring at right now, and couldn’t really care about anything else right now, so why should she feel the need to look at what was happening with her own two eyes?
Bacchia breathed in and out as she squeezed James’s hand. She sniffed a bit, and started to lather up her mouth with saliva. She lowered her head slowly, keeping her eyes on the camera.
“James,” she started. “I’m trying to convince myself that I never really killed anyone.”
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#12Post by backslash » Thu Nov 26, 2020 4:13 pm
Fisk gave Bacchia a small, crinkly smile, as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. She didn't seem to be missing a beat in that regard, for sure. But the smile was just a warm, fuzzy kind of thing, and it felt like a new thing every time she looked away from the camera.
"Oh, uh, yes?"
Fisk pulled out his rose, and placed it precariously on a towel. "I think it looks pretty sweet, sitting on my coffee table. Would prefer it to be on the coffee table, but I suppose it's up to you."
He paused, and then rubbed his thumb over his lips. "And... are you... happy to do that?"
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#13Post by Cicadan » Thu Nov 26, 2020 4:21 pm
Bacchia raised an eyebrow at the offered drink and shake. Though still holding the rose in her right hand, she merely nodded. "My pleasure, Fisk." She held out her left hand. "The rose is so... dearer to me, and this little endeavor." She gestured around the rest of the meat cleaver. "But I'm actually very happy."
She stood up
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Jodi stretched out her arms and looked up at her. Her lips parted and a tear rolled off of her cheek. She looked back to her feet. And then she sniffed.
She looked to the door. And then she looked to her feet. And then she looked to her knees. And then she looked back. And then she looked back at her feet.
And then she looked to her knees. And then she looked at her feet. And then she looked to her knees. And then she looked back.
And then she looked at her feet. And then she looked at her knees. And then she looked back.
And then she looked at her knees. And then she looked back at her feet.
And then she looked at her feet.
And then she looked at her knees. And then she looked at her ankles. And then she looked back.
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And then she looked at the door. And then she looked to her knees. And then she looked to her ankles. And then she looked back at her knees.
And then she looked to the door.
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She might have been gassed, after all. Probably completely gassed.
“I think I could live. Say, five days. That’s really quite a long time for a mistake. I’m sorry I’m going to be a hindrance in your plans. I don’t want to end up dead for you. I’d hate to put you through that again.”
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#8Post by almostinhuman » Wed Dec 02, 2020 4:15 pm
Laughter. Chewing gum and hoping your last few seconds aren't being captured on camera. Heading into what would likely be a grueling trial, right? Jokes aside, Fisk made a mistake of judgement. Not that it mattered, really. He’d taken a huge risk and in so doing arguably messed himself even further. Shame on him.
Unless.
It mattered less, of course, if he was also wondering what was hiding in his bag. Which was saying something, that he’d ended up right in the middle of a trial where the very idea of a lawyer seems like a joke. Things that he’d considered entertainment in the past, sure, but now they seemed more like a death-rattle in a jar.
Fisk turned to his right and rolled his eyes as he joined his left friend in acknowledging the other person in the room. “I don’t have any bag either.” He took a short glance at his gun, his eyes then turning to himself. “If I do, I will thank my favorite lawyer of all time.”
Fisk clapped his hands together, happy for once. “I never will. And if I do, I’ll probably shoot you right in the face.”
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#9Post by Catche Jagger » Thu Dec 03, 2020 7:34 pm
Fisk laughed. "It's funny, you don't like me saying that? I don't like that. I always hate when I have to say that."
He pointed to the bag just next to him. "I'm not gonna feed you that much when I kill you."
He raised the bag high over his head, and lowered it down to his side. He stuffed his whole left arm into his bag, and his entire right arm into his bag. He flexed his left arm, and twisted his right arm behind his head, forcing himself to keep his balance. He was a clown, sort of.
"I guess I'm not gonna have the funder of them both," he said, "but I won't let the other boy shoot me. So let's try getting a buddy of theirs to do that."
He placed his right hand on his shoulder, and flipped his left arm around his shoulder, adjusting his belt as he did so.
"I don't know how that'll work with this. Probably gross."
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#10Post by backslash » Thu Dec 03, 2020 9
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But in all of that, Mariko didn't really care.
On the plus side, he'd moved out the quickest of any of the party members. Though Mariko doubted that she'd be going over the Loner levels.
On the other hand, his availability as a mentor still had Mariko hesitant. If he was willing to take that gamble, she wouldn't be hesitant on the possibility that his fear of heights prevented him from looking out for her. Mariko felt that she could trust her ally's decisions.
Mariko chewed her bottom lip and looked up at the ceiling. She was feeling very faint and she was going to faint again in a moment, but she wasn't going to.
As Mariko came to a stop, she glanced down to the floor. Though she didn't see anything out of the ordinary there, she didn't see anything that threatened her spot. It seemed that all of this had just happened almost naturally. Her head hadn't been noticeably rocked for over twenty-four hours, and yet somehow, there had felt that Mariko knew that something was wrong and had been watching her every move since they came in here. Mariko had no idea how to explain it, but she didn't want to think of it as the worst thing that could have happened.
Mariko walked over to the sill of the stairs, reached the top of the stairs, and sighed. It was not easy to imagine herself leaving this place in such a short time. It wasn't that her departure would be difficult. If anything, her departure would be quite the opposite.
Mariko opened her mouth, ready to close it when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. But Mariko didn't say anything, and then she opened her mouth again a moment after she had paused to take in that very same space.
"Alright," Mariko said again, and then she looked down at the floor. "I'll see you around, Lark."
Mariko stepped up the stairs, and Mariko was glad that she had waited a moment. When she stood on the top of the stairs, though, Mariko found herself not thinking about Lark at all. Mariko could see that she was smiling. As if the mere thought of smiling ever occurred to Mariko. That shouldn't have been a surprise to Mariko. But it still happened.
And it looked like Lark was smiling as well.
"You too," Mariko said to Lark, shrugging her shoulders. "You two make good partners. I won't keep you waiting."
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#7Post by Cicadan » Wed Dec 02, 2020 9:28 pm
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So long as it was safe, I'd move out of the immediate area, but of course, if you needed me to stay, well, you know."
Lark floated by on her toes, looking as far away from the conversations as she could, and then she drifted off into a thought about the conversations that were happening in her immediate area. She hadn't noticed them before now, but the fact that they were having so many of those conversations made it easy to overlook the fact that they were also having all kinds of other conversations.
"I mean, this whole thing," she said to the door, "you've kinda been everything for me, right? I mean, your help probably wouldn't have been much of an option anyway, because, like, I'm
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She could see Shaquille as he flew around the arena, motionless. Her eyes followed the contours of his body and could almost hear the word 'fuck' as he drilled an F and sent it skywards. Her eyes followed the look of utter fear on his face and could almost see the shimmer of a smile.
Then she stared at what was happening next to her, and her mouth decided what else she would do.
Was this what they called blackmail? Was she really going to murder her best friend just to get revenge?
After a few more moments, she seemed fully recovered to the point where she nodded approvingly at what she was watching. She didn't know what they called blackmail, but she didn't like it, so she wouldn't be doing anything particularly surprising by suggesting it.
She was on live television, after all. Would someone have been able to read what she was saying? Would she have gotten a response if she had asked if she could?
(And also wouldn't that have been stupid?)
(And also wouldn't that have been a betrayal? No, she wouldn't have done anything special if she had told her a different story, other than being an observer of a game. She would've just ignored whatever the producer had said.)
(She would still have done exactly the same thing she would if she hadn't asked for the equipment.)
(And also wouldn't it have been stupid to tell her this? She just did. She would have reacted to whatever it was that she just did in the same way she would if she knew it was a test scenario, only this time her parents would be watching the reaction to the words she would say.)
…
She liked this show, but did it anyway.
“Aw, fuck.”
She blinked.
“I mean, sure, I don’t…”
She blinked.
“You’re not a murderer, you know. Do you want to go back? Just for the shot?”
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#20Post by MurderWeasel » Thu Nov 26, 2020 11:32 pm
He knew that he wasn’t going to get an answer out that he couldn’t spit out the truth, but instead of judging him for his inability to think things through and construct an argument in favor of his point of view, Junji coughed and sniffed. His nose set and he stared at Stephanie. He coughed and he sniffed again.
“Oh. Uh, yeah, yeah,”
Okay, not a murderer. Just fuck, he’s a drunk or something?
“I mean, I’m offended by it.”
It was like he had a moral high ground, but instead of commanding respect, he was kneeling on the ground and looking directly into the eyes of Stephanie.
“I was just doing my best. Be okay with it?”
Okay, not a murderer either, just… standard Junji shit. Junji… Junji, fuck, what the fuck Junji. Junji would’ve just acted like
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By the end of it, as he gazed out over the sea of ships, there was no water around them. There was no wind or the storm blowing. There was just...just...nothing at all. Like, he could only see the ocean. Or...he could see the sea from the windows of his little, tiny, cramped bathroom.
Or the ocean from the ground. On the side of the boat. Where his feet drifted, near the edge.
Or the edge. The edge of the world.
When he was done, he wondered if he had been watching too much, too much. Or not enough.
((CK10: Abel Kuntz: START))
His right foot drifted. The glass in his glistening palm was hurt and cracked. Abel listened to the sea, the wind, the waves, the salty air that suddenly wafted through the cut-glass into his lungs. He glanced at the sound of the glass cracking. His nose wrinkled. He looked away. He looked away again. He looked away until his eye burned. He looked away, until his eye burned so fucking badly that it filled with tears, so deep that they soaked his skin and formed a pool beneath him.
((TO BE CONTINUED IN THAT NEARLY A DAY UNTIL WE GET BACK))
Beau felt his left arm drift to and fro as he stared out over the jetties. He didn't move or look. He leaned back, resting his chin on his right hand. His forehead rested on his palm.
((TO BE CONTINUED IN THAT NEARLY A DAY UNTIL WE GET BACK))
All of a sudden, his head nudged him gently. He raised his left arm, brushed his right hair loose, and threw his right sleeve over his face.
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#25Post by backslash » Wed Dec 02, 2020 10:16 pm
Vasily rubbed the palm of his right hand against his hand. He paused. Brought his right arm back up. Wiggled his eyebrows to show the wound, wince slightly, and then did the same to his left arm.
"Vasily, I—..."
He gasped.
"Wh-What?"
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#26Post by Jilly » Wed Dec 02, 2020 10:57 pm
Beau heard the click-clacking of metal and glass and felt his breath catch in his throat.
His hand rubbed his collar in slow circles. He sighed.
"Do you think it's better to sit out while I do the talking?"
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#27Post by backslash » Thu Dec 03, 2020 11:11 pm
Or he should, it would be good practice.
She thought about it. She laughed. She joked around with a broken joke. She thought about the collars.
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PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
As characters die in TV3, I have decided that instead of training bots on them, I'm going to be feeding all their posts, individually, into a text analysis program that attempts to decipher what topics a given text is about. The topics can be anything from as general as "Science" to as specific as "Hypoglycemia". Think of it a little bit like that time I counted how many times individual words showed up in character's stories, except instead of words it's """""topics""""" this time.
Aesthetics
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Arts
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Blouse
Bracelet
Canvas
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French frigate Méduse (1810)
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Mother
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Nanny
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Paris
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Salon (Paris)
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Slip-on shoe
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The Raft of the Medusa
Therapy
Théodore Géricault
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Yoga
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Bit
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Finger
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Linguistics
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Medical specialties
Medical Subject Headings
Medicine
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Physiology
Practical philosophy
Question
Reddit
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Systems science
Textbook
United States
White noise
Zoology
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Action (philosophy)
Animal anatomy
Animal physiology
Breathing
Clinical medicine
Contemporary philosophy
Critical thinking skills
Eye
Eye contact
Face
Head
Human head and neck
Internet
Metaphilosophy
Music
Politics
Recorded music
Respiration
Rock music
Scientific theories
Skull
Social institutions
Truth
Writing
4 posts:
Albums
Applied psychology
Attention
Dance science
Energy
Ignorance
Metaphysical theories
Mind
Nature
Nervous system
Pain
Philosophical methodology
Subjective experience
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Emergence
Human anatomy
Nothing
Social psychology
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Arguments
Branches of science
Ethics
Human body
Language
Logic
Mental processes
Primate anatomy
Space
Western philosophy
2 posts:
Action (philosophy)
Animals
Assumption
Branches of science
Cognition
Cognitive science
Communication
Culture
Epistemology
Ethics
Human body
Human communication
Interdisciplinary subfields
Manufactured goods
Metaphysics
Philosophical theories
Politics
Theoretical philosophy
3 posts:
American television episodes
Arts
Behavioural sciences
Entertainment
Human anatomy
Philosophy
Psychological concepts
Psychology
Television episodes
Television series
2 posts:
Animal physiology
Animals
Ball and bat games
Ball games
Balls
Baseball
Combat sports
Cooking
Dance science
Formula One Grands Prix
Formula One races
Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile
Games of physical skill
Home
Kitchen
Lung
Medical Subject Headings
Motor racing
Motor vehicles
National Grands Prix
Patella
Physiology
Recreation
Respiration
Respiratory system
Softball
Sports entertainment
Sports rules and regulations
Teams
Team sports
Tools
Zoology
3 posts:
Animal anatomy
Automotive events
Auto races
Auto racing
Clinical medicine
Formula One
Formula races
Formula racing series
Grand Prix motor racing
Human body
Knee
Medicine
Mock combat
Motor racing competitions
Motorsport
Motorsport competitions
Primate anatomy
Professional wrestling
Professional wrestling moves
Racing formulas
World auto racing series
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Athletic sports
Hobbies
Human anatomy
Individual sports
Joints
Limbs (anatomy)
Lower limb anatomy
Musculoskeletal system
PREGAME: Baby Kermit makes an unnecessary OOC note
ISLAND:
[Baby Kermit uses unnecessary over-the-top formatting] -- [Baby Kermit kills a guy and then makes a melodramatic speech to the rest of the room] -- [Baby Kermit isn't very good at thread names] -- [Baby Kermit gets fucking murdered]
ISLAND:
[The thread that everybody was there for] -- [To be fair to Santiago, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.] -- [Harland has a Gamer moment] -- [Harland falls down] -- [Oops]
PREGAME: ["We took a tour of Universal Studios in Los Angeles and, inside and outside the place, it was very difficult to tell what was real. They're not-real people trying to say something. And we're real people not trying to say anything. I just like everybody and I believe in everything." - Andy Warhol]
MEMORIES: ["The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." - Frida Kahlo]
FLOTILLA:
["Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["You'd be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes." - Andy Warhol] -- ["In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so." - Theodor Adorno] -- ["I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process." - Vincent van Gogh] -- ["One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee] -- ["I suppose I have a really loose interpretation of "work" because I think that just being alive is so much work at something you don't always want to do." - Andy Warhol] -- ["I think that every so-called history book and film biography should be prefaced by the statement that what follows is the author's rendition of events and circumstances." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["I never think that people die. They just go to department stores." - Andy Warhol] -- ["From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." - Edvard Munch] -- ["I think I developed language skills to deal with threat. It's the girl thing to do-you know, instead of pulling out a gun." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why." - Andy Warhol] -- ["'One to the other / Unos á otros' - Thus goes the world. We mock at and deceive each other. He who, yesterday, was the ball, is to-day the horseman in the ring. Fortune directs the feast, and distributes the parts according to the inconstancy of its caprice." - Francisco Goya] -- ["It's good to keep in mind that prominence is always a mix of hard work, eloquence in your practice, good timing and fortuitous social relations. Everything can't be personalized." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Art...has always been a polite form of terrorism." - Robert Boswell] -- ["I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed." - Barbara Kruger] -- ["Death means a lot of money, honey. Death can really make you look like a star." - Andy Warhol] -- ["Our whole society is aboard the raft of the Medusa." - Jules Michelet]
THE MUTE: ["There's a schematic for the whole Goths album between when and where I was in my youth, I mean some of them are stories but they all correlate to moments. I spent 9 months in Portland when I was 18, 19 years old and these were formative months because I was an absolute failure at living my life and I had friends who kept me alive and who saw through my hard veneer and who chose to be kind to me even though I was not worthy of their kindness, I was not. This is why when people tell me 'Hey John, you're a good guy', I say 'No, I've seen John in a lot of guises and I reject any claims to being a good guy, I see' and in Portland I had a community of people who accepted me exactly as I was and though I didn't know how to take their acceptance, and this song -- most of them are with god now -- and it's called 'Wear Black' ."]
THE COMPOUND:
[You could be anywhere on the black screen.] -- [Hand me your hand, let me look in your eyes, as my last chance to feel human begins to vaporize. Maybe it's the heat in here, maybe it's the pressure; you ought to head for the exits, the sooner the better.] -- [Don't you know people write songs about girls like you ?] -- [Tonya, you were the brightest. Yeah you rose from the ashes, and survived all the crashes, wiping the blood from your white tights.] -- [Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor.] -- [Take a look at these hands, you don't have to mention it. No thanks, I'm a government man.] -- [But you're waking a monster that will drive you from your hoary halls of gold, and your body will get cold. And we don't waste time with love. It's just death from above.] -- [This ain't no party, this ain't no disco. This ain't no fooling around. This ain't no Mudd Club, or C.B.G.B. I ain't got time for that now.] -- [Stay alive. Maybe spit blood at the camera. Just stay alive. Stay forever alive.] -- [And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run] -- [upon this tidal wave of, oh god oh god, young blood young blood young blood young blood -]
