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PostSubject: Modnight - Insanity    Mon Sep 22, 2014 4:54 pm

Modnight

This caricature of events is not meant to harm or insult any user within Storyweb or Ruthless Galaxy. That being said, the author is ambiguous about the possibility of users being offended, due to the lulz.

"Gather round the campfire, and I will tell you a story." Whoster said. Sairei, Prussian, Randomnator, and Zaroas all scooted up towards the burning chemical fire, wherein the words of dead RPs burned, along with the corpses of banned members.

"Tell us, tell us." Sar said, eager to hear the story. Though invisible, one could sense her words were spoken in a melancholy blue color, though uttered with refined excitement.

"Once upon a time, there was a butt-ugly troll named Darkel. Now Darkel was clever, and lived under a threadbridge, like all trolls. Whenever a forum user would walk over the bridge, Darkel would toss up a linkbomb, and utterly obliterate the fool that had walked over his bridge. But Darkel grew lonely, and created a haven for other butt-ugly trolls. In his trollish widsom, he named it 'Roleplexia' and invited all the other butt-uglies onto Roleplexia. But Darkel also had a friend in the amazing Whosman, and he begged Whosman billions of times per day to join Roleplexia. Eventually, Whosman consented (Darkel and Whosman's friendship was purely platonic) and joined Roleplexia. But then, the butt-ugly trolls were butt-ugly in their butt-ugly attitudes, berating Whosman for his moral standards and pure swag. Whoster complained to Darkel, but Darkel said this was only prejudice, and they both whined on until coming to the point of oblivion. HOWEVER, on the brink, the butt-uglies began to urge Darkel to throw himself into oblivion, and Darkel realized that he had no true friends in the other trolls. The magnificent jerk Sharples materialized just in time to dematerialize, and after this pointless endeavor, Darkel threw Roleplexia into heck, destroying all the butt-uglies within. Whosman, having his point proven, would occasionally bring this up, though Darkel, being the clever troll that he was, ignored this with impunity, and his butt-ugliness began to disappear. Not long after, things went splody and everyone died. The end, you stinking leaches."

Zaroas said; "Amen, brotha. Such a stronk story." and proceeded to create riduculously overpowered and coolio RP characters, whilst also plotting the downfall of every user behing their back. Whoster gave him the evil eye, which Zar used to ward off the X he had been avoiding for so long. He then crept up behind Sairei, his vampy fangs glistening in the night, before being killed off by a Doctor Who marathon burned directly into his soul.

Whoster finished the story on a sour note, but no-one seemed to mind, being in stitches. "Let me take those out for you." Whoster said. They bled for five hours after he removed them, but managed to recover after milking several large ticks. Meanwhile, Prussian inquired as to the whereabouts of ViperaUnion. "I uh, sent her off to a special Roleplaying college." Whoster said, tucking his shotgun underneath the silvery chair in which he sat.

"Now what?" Randomnator asked.

Whoster pulled out several coffins, and opened them. Aquatic lifeforms sat still inside.

"Now, we slap eachother with dolphins."  Complete chaos ensuded, and many pointless RP characters died. Prussian, being able to dodge every bloody hit, emerged victorious, and everyone started whining until Celo The Possible blew up the atmosphere, and slapped everyone with the New Zealand government. The end, you stinking leaches.

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PostSubject: Re: Modnight - Insanity    Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:37 pm

Modnight

Part 2

The Gazebo

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As the moderators of Ruthless Galaxy and Storyweb sat under the Gazebo in the webnight hour, Zaroas, newly rejuvenated by a marathon of The Office decided to introduce the topic of RPing within a canonical boundary, set within agreed limits and expertly coordinated through a mixture of communication and established storyline. However, Darkel came up with some crazy fascist idea, and everyone tossed Zar's idea to the wind. Meanwhile, Whoster and Prussian were discussing their secret stash of dolphins, when Darkel suddenly saw a wild Seancat, and uttered one word spaghetti-western style.

"/kill." His eyes narrowed, his blood began to rush, and, Bruce Banner-style, his muscles ripped through his shirt, the hotdog battleaxe materialized in his hand, and he charged forth like one of those overly accentuated male warrior characters you see in poorly made cartoons. Before Darkel could reach his feline quary, KzhuRaptor jumped out of the ground like a deranged jack@$$, and berated Darkel with crappy conspiracy theories and hypocritical moral judgements. Growing tired of his antics, Darkel oulled out a revolver, aimed into the sky, and shot upwards. Chuck Norris, who was taking his daily nap on the moon, caught the bullet, and threw it back to earth. Darkel stepped out of the way, as MaxxToron popped out of the ground to tell darkel his authority was mute, when the bullet hit him in the pride. Mortally embarrassed, he withered like a jerk and disappeared. The cavalry arrived just in time to shoot KzhuRaptor millions of times, to no effect. Seeing his predicament, he pulled out two swords made of pure whine, and threw one to KzhuRaptor. They engaged in a dual lasting millions of milliseconds. Dark was able to trick Kzhu into stepping into a linkbomb, and, having defeated his opponent, laughed for five thousand years.

But then it happened. He caught sight of Seancat once more. But then Whoster stepped in his way. But then Zar made him step out of his way. But then Whoster stepped in his way again. Vipera and Prussian intervened, doing nothing. "Up shut." Whoster said. "2:30." Darkel said. They then hugged like two italian gangsters, holding oversized guns with infinite ammo to eachother's backs, and fired their pistols. The bullets went through them both, but they shrugged it off like action heroes always do. Sodbuster materialized inside of Seancat, making him explode, and all the other moderators went to greet their long lost member. Sodbuster had been busting sod, but he had returned to leave.

NEXT TIME....

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