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Post by Stark on Aug 28, 2008 23:12:15 GMT -5
(OOC: Warning! Warning! Mature Audiences Only!!! Kids... close that !"/$%?&* T.V.!!! -_-' Roflmao.)
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Post by Cernunnos on Aug 29, 2008 10:08:17 GMT -5
OOC = "Your gun is sticking into my hip!" ;D
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Post by Cernunnos on Aug 29, 2008 18:56:23 GMT -5
Chris tried earnestly to shove Shawn away.
“Dude! I didn’t sign up for this!”
Dr. Yang chimed in.
“Actually Chris… you did… see read this right here.”
Shawn was now all over Chris’s neck slobbering away, as Chris turned from the document.
“Crap! … Oh… well.”
Chris sat as Shawn worked away. Chris started repeating to himself out load.
“Margaret Thatcher on a cold day! Margaret Thatcher on a cold day! Margaret Thatcher on a cold day! Margaret Thatcher on a cold day!
Shawn’s hands moved a little lower.
“OH! HELLO!”
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Post by vjcsmoke on Aug 31, 2008 20:29:11 GMT -5
[OOC: Hint. Chris can't expend more than 1 stone from his own energy pool, but luck would be allowed to modify his efforts.]
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Post by Cernunnos on Sept 1, 2008 14:08:58 GMT -5
[OOC: Hint. Chris can't expend more than 1 stone from his own energy pool, but luck would be allowed to modify his efforts.] I dunno... actually I really don't think he cares... all things considered... I think he'd rather just get off.
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Post by vjcsmoke on Sept 4, 2008 14:21:52 GMT -5
Shawndra did a cat-like crawl on the bed. As he was about to get into mounting position, Chris murmured out loud fervently, "Margaret Thatcher on a cold day! Margaret Thatcher on a cold day!" With dread Chris suddenly felt something hard and... vibrating against his butt cheeks. He turned around and saw a green plastic monstrosity. Shawndra giggled mannishly, "It's the Big Green Monster version 5.0. 15 inches of vibrating pleasure! Don't worry, once this baby opens you up, everything else feels like a relief!!"
"O-M-G, why have you forsaken me!?", shouted Chris as he turned his eyes away from the horrific invention. He squeezed his eyelids shut and prepared himself to feel what inmates felt in Cell Block D after the wardens had left and lockdown was in effect. He's not even going to use the K-Y?? The humming sound of the vibrator was loud in Chris' ears and he felt a nauseating feeling in his stomach. He felt something sticky applied to his chest and then... the laughter broke out.
Chris dared to open his eyes. "Dr. Chin" and "Dr. Yang" were no longer wearing the biohazard suits. They were wearing casual jeans and black T-shirts with red lettering on the front. The lettering read "You've been played!!". He looked down at his chest and the sign that had been taped to it read the same thing.
The rather cute asian chick that had been posing as "Dr. Yang" was laughing so hard tears were coming out. "Ahahahaha, teeheehee, oh that was good!!" She high fived "Dr. Chin." The man was laughing just as hard, holding onto his sides. "Oh, I just couldn't take it hahaha, anymore, hehe. Oh we got him good!" Shawndra straightened up from the bed and had a huge smile on his face. "You have Mrs. Palmer to thank for this. Smile, you're on national cable tv!" He winked at Chris and whispered conspiratorially, "If you want to continue this for real later... here's my card!"
Chris was shocked, bamboozled, and relieved at the same time. "Wait a minute... this is all some kind of sick joke?!" Everybody nodded and replied in chorus, "Chris Cline, you've been played!!" The asian chick nodded to Shawndra and he unlocked the handcuffs *snick* "That's a wrap people. Thanks for being a good sport Chris."
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Post by Cernunnos on Sept 6, 2008 22:19:44 GMT -5
“BITCH!”
Chris shouted.
“That Bitch!”
As the team continued to leave he threw his pillow as hard as he could at them. After a couple seconds he shrugged… and then tampered with the bed’s button to call the nurse in. As she came in Chris asked her…
“Ok. So… apparently I was tricked by some game show. So… do I still have that Monkey Herpes thing?”
She nodded as she picked his pillow up and fluffed it a bit.
“Hmmm… well. After all that excitement I think I need a sponge bath…”
He winked his eye, as she neared him and placed the pillow softly behind his head.
“If you know what I mean.”
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Post by Cernunnos on Sept 22, 2008 18:22:56 GMT -5
Come on people! Let's get to posting!
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Post by Stark on Sept 22, 2008 19:00:15 GMT -5
Well, I can't, you haven't updated me.
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Post by Cernunnos on Sept 22, 2008 20:14:05 GMT -5
Well, I can't, you haven't updated me. I don't update!
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Post by Stark on Sept 23, 2008 8:08:01 GMT -5
Oops, sorry. My memory failed me.
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Post by Cernunnos on Sept 29, 2008 21:22:58 GMT -5
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Post by Stark on Sept 30, 2008 11:14:05 GMT -5
*Vcjsmoke is awaited in the command room, I repeat, Vcjsmoke is awaited in the command room... Oh, dear god!! THIS IS HORRIBLE!! What if something happened to him?! What if he never comes back!!? It's a disaster! A catastrophe! The beginning of the end!!! God have mercy of our souls!!!*
*Huh... Asmo? Your radio transmitter is... well... it's still on.*
*Bloody hell!! Herr.... you've heard nothing, people, it was just a joke, please don't panic..... Dammit!*
------End of transmission------
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Post by vjcsmoke on Oct 1, 2008 14:10:32 GMT -5
OOC: I'm not sure what you're hinting at. *befuddled expression*
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Post by Stark on Oct 1, 2008 21:20:32 GMT -5
I wanna continue... I wanna know if I get to be answered kindly by a seemingly undead guy or if I get to beat an undead to death with a shovel... ;D
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