CaptainCombusken
Ninja.
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[Discussion]
A Boy stand sin his bedroom. According to him, today is a pretty cool day. Today is the day he starts a supposedly AWESOME game called SBURB 2. He has no reason why, but already, he loves it. Apparently, It's so awesome.
Enter name.
Enraged Idiot.
The boy looks at you. His face turns into a deep frown. Come on, you massive ****. What's my real name?
Try Again.
Thomas Smith.
Introduce me to Thomas!
Your name is THOMAS, as mentioned. You are freakishly obsessed with FARMS, and everything to do with them. FARMYARD ANIMALS, FARMYARD MACHINES AND EVEN FARMYARD OBJECTS. You love them all. All of them. You also love PENGUINS, and have made interesting comics based around a Penguin superhero named "SUPENGUIN", who you made up. They're private comics though. You also are a big fan of RAP MUSIC. You love a plethora of Rap songs, and you have MEMORISED THE LYRICS TO THE RAPS. You consider yourself to be a LYRICAL GENIUS.
You have an intense loathing for BANANAS, and are on a continuous CRUSADE TO RID THE WORLD OF BANANAS. You also hate ALL ITALIAN THINGS. You are perpetually CRANKY, but you dislike being RIDICULOUSLY ENRAGED.
Your chumHandle is anvilFist, and you maek freequetn tpyso
*make frequent typos.
That you constantly are correcting. You also call people by odd names, like J-dog instead of John, D-dog instead of Dave, or R-dog instead of Rose.
Thomas: Inform us of your day.
Earlier this morning, you woke, as always. It's a weekend today, a Sunday, so you had a nice relaxing morning. You woke up late, had a nice, non-Italian breakfast. You hate Italian things, as mentioned. Your annoying younger brother, Robert, with stupid afro-like curly hair, loves them. You think he looks far more like Carlos Puyol than an Italian footballer, but still, he likes Italy. Why not Spain? Spain's lovely. Much nicer than Italy, anyway.
You did very little in the way of homework. You were far to busy getting all worked up and excited about the arrival of SBURB 2. It arrived at 13:11. Late, as usual. You must say, you're uncharacteristically excited and bouncy today. You really need to tone it down. You don't want your online friends to think you're become HAPPY or anything. You met all of them a while back now, and separately, but online. It's been about a year now since that happened. They're a cool bunch, you must say. Oh, and they all seem to know eachother too, making your job MUCH easier.
The "job" you speaks of is in fact the game. SBURB 2. Apparently you need a daisy-chain connection between players. There's ten of you, so it should be a bit of a challenge, but comparatively simple (You heard of a session where there were 50 players. Now THAT is challenging.) It's really odd. There have been loads of reports of freak meteor showers lately. It's really, really bizzare. It happened about three years ago, too. Then it suddenly stopped. You honestly has no idea how. Oh well.
Anyway, what You're trying to do now is form a connection with someone so you can start the game. According to the online Game manuals, you need a server player for every client player. Oh cool, one of your friends is online. Let's initiate the chat.
Thomas: Initiate Chat.
YEAH MAN! You feel totally pumped This is going to be SWEET! Ok, so all you need now is to get your game. You walk over to my bed-side table and pick up the copy of the game. Now, all you need to do is just stick it into the computer, and it should come up with your code.
Thomas: Do that then.
Excellent. Ok, right. Code is 2313-3454-6769. Gotcha.
Thomas: Pester Anya again.
Thomas: She was Ok, now, who's this guy?
Ok, time to respond to Aden, another of your pals.
Thomas: Continue your pester session with Anya.
Thomas: Deal with brother
You weren't kidding.
"Thomassino, how are you?" he says in his stupid accent.
"SHUT UP!" you yell back. This probably won't end well.
"Make me!" he says.
"Oh, that's it, ya liddle runt! STRIIIIIIIIIIIFE!"
Thomas: STRIIIIIIIIFE!
You almost jump out of my chair, grabbing your Monkey's Fist as you do. It's a decorative knot in the form of... well, a Monkey's fist. Swing it around though, and you could hurt somebody. Like now. Like that goddamn idiot of a brother of yours. He gets out his plastic pizza, entering his own battle stance. Oh god he's not-
Thomas: Get hit by plastic Pizza.
The pizza slams into your face and you let of a little yelp of surprise and pain.
"ARGH YOU RUNT! YOU'RE TOAST, YOU HEAR ME?" you yell. You're now in such a state of fury you can't think straight. Until he pays, You're not calming down. You run at him, swinging the Monkey's Fist in a circular motion. He dodges your first attack, only serving to make me more angry. You charge at him again. This time, as he dodges, you move the fist to the left a little. Success. It clips his legs and he falls over.
"Yeah, man, you're down. I win. Get your stinking pizza outta here and leave me." you say, taunting your brother a little. Robert's such a pain, but you love him really. You'll let him retreat with just a little pain in the legs.
"Ok..." he says, defeated, this time without his stupid accent. You watch the door close behind him, before walking over to your bed. You collapse on it. Strife always annoys you. Now to wait for Anya...
[Discussion]
Enter name.
Enraged Idiot.
The boy looks at you. His face turns into a deep frown. Come on, you massive ****. What's my real name?
Try Again.
Thomas Smith.
Introduce me to Thomas!
Your name is THOMAS, as mentioned. You are freakishly obsessed with FARMS, and everything to do with them. FARMYARD ANIMALS, FARMYARD MACHINES AND EVEN FARMYARD OBJECTS. You love them all. All of them. You also love PENGUINS, and have made interesting comics based around a Penguin superhero named "SUPENGUIN", who you made up. They're private comics though. You also are a big fan of RAP MUSIC. You love a plethora of Rap songs, and you have MEMORISED THE LYRICS TO THE RAPS. You consider yourself to be a LYRICAL GENIUS.
You have an intense loathing for BANANAS, and are on a continuous CRUSADE TO RID THE WORLD OF BANANAS. You also hate ALL ITALIAN THINGS. You are perpetually CRANKY, but you dislike being RIDICULOUSLY ENRAGED.
Your chumHandle is anvilFist, and you maek freequetn tpyso
*make frequent typos.
That you constantly are correcting. You also call people by odd names, like J-dog instead of John, D-dog instead of Dave, or R-dog instead of Rose.
Thomas: Inform us of your day.
Earlier this morning, you woke, as always. It's a weekend today, a Sunday, so you had a nice relaxing morning. You woke up late, had a nice, non-Italian breakfast. You hate Italian things, as mentioned. Your annoying younger brother, Robert, with stupid afro-like curly hair, loves them. You think he looks far more like Carlos Puyol than an Italian footballer, but still, he likes Italy. Why not Spain? Spain's lovely. Much nicer than Italy, anyway.
You did very little in the way of homework. You were far to busy getting all worked up and excited about the arrival of SBURB 2. It arrived at 13:11. Late, as usual. You must say, you're uncharacteristically excited and bouncy today. You really need to tone it down. You don't want your online friends to think you're become HAPPY or anything. You met all of them a while back now, and separately, but online. It's been about a year now since that happened. They're a cool bunch, you must say. Oh, and they all seem to know eachother too, making your job MUCH easier.
The "job" you speaks of is in fact the game. SBURB 2. Apparently you need a daisy-chain connection between players. There's ten of you, so it should be a bit of a challenge, but comparatively simple (You heard of a session where there were 50 players. Now THAT is challenging.) It's really odd. There have been loads of reports of freak meteor showers lately. It's really, really bizzare. It happened about three years ago, too. Then it suddenly stopped. You honestly has no idea how. Oh well.
Anyway, what You're trying to do now is form a connection with someone so you can start the game. According to the online Game manuals, you need a server player for every client player. Oh cool, one of your friends is online. Let's initiate the chat.
Thomas: Initiate Chat.
[08:10] -- anvilFist [AF] began pestering cannyThespian [CT] at 20:10 --
[08:11] AF: Howdy A-dog !
[08:11] CT: ... Oh, hey?
[08:11] AF: So... you playing this game?
[08:12] CT: I dunno'
[08:12] AF: Come on chicken I need an answer.
[08:12] CT: Kidding, of course I am~
[08:12] AF: Oh good. I was thinking you were going all weird on me there.
[08:12] AF: Byt the way...
[08:13] CT: Yep?
[08:13] AF: You're not cosplaying as that goddamn awful ****ing vile specimen that is Tropius are you?
[08:13] AF: ARGH
[08:13] AF: *By the way
[08:13] CT: Again? Sure, why not?
[08:13] AF: Take it off. Now.
[08:13] AF: Or I shall be forced to destroy it.
[08:14] AF: The Banana crusade continues, you see.
[08:14] CT: ...Oh, no, I'm not cosplaying right now, 0-00 --- 0-00~
[08:14] AF: Oh god not that either.
[08:14] AF: How many times have I said this?
[08:14] CT:
[08:14] AF: I NEED TRANSLATIONS, A-dog.
[08:15] CT: OH, right, hehe. That was just an lol
[08:15] AF: I don't get y'all's horse-brained idiocies.
[08:15] AF: So... anyway, you got your Server disc?
[08:15] AF: So we can get dis conneciton going an' all.
[08:15] AF: *this
[08:16] CT: You wish. T___T It should be coming today, though.
[08:16] AF: Oh... Ok then. Well, I guess it's adios from here then.
[08:16] AF: Yeha that wa skinda it really.
[08:16] AF: Unless if ya got somethin' you wanna discuss.
[08:16] CT: "skinda"?
[08:17] AF: *was kinda
[08:17] AF: ARGH!
[08:17] AF: TYPOS!
[08:17] AF: ARGH!
[08:17] CT: Waitwaitwait, it's here~ -000 0-0 -000
[08:17] AF: A-dog?
[08:17] AF: Oh, the game... riiiiiight...
[08:17] CT: Okay, I got it~
[08:17] -- cannyThespian [CT] changed their mood to PRANKY --
[08:18] AF: EXCELLENT! NOW WE CAN PWN THIS MOTEHR****IN' GAME!
[08:18] CT: ...What now?
[08:18] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to SMOOTH --
[08:19] CT: Oh, you're the smooth one?
[08:19] -- cannyThespian [CT] changed their mood to CHUMMY --
[08:19] CT: Might as well be the sidekick.
[08:19] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to RANCOROUS --
[08:19] AF: This does not amuse me.
[08:20] CT: What, do I not phase you as a dimwitted person?
[08:20] AF: No.
[08:20] AF: Anyway, what's next? You need to enter your server disc.
[08:20] AF: Theeeeeen...
[08:21] AF: Connetc to me. I think you need my IP address or somehting.
[08:21] AF: No wait.
[08:21] AF: My game code.
[08:21] AF: I insert my client disc
[08:21] AF: *Connect
[08:21] AF: It'll give me the code.
[08:21] CT: Got it~, I'll be back in a jiffy*
[08:21] AF: Wait a sec.
[08:21] CT: What?
[08:21] AF: Erm...
[08:22] CT: ***
[08:22] AF: I was typing that ebfore you typed yours.
[08:22] AF: *before
[08:22] AF: So it kidna meant... see ya in a minute.
[08:22] AF: *kinda meant
[08:22] -- anvilFist [AF] ceased pestering cannyThespian [CT] at 20:22 --
[08:22] CT: Okay then*
[08:11] AF: Howdy A-dog !
[08:11] CT: ... Oh, hey?
[08:11] AF: So... you playing this game?
[08:12] CT: I dunno'
[08:12] AF: Come on chicken I need an answer.
[08:12] CT: Kidding, of course I am~
[08:12] AF: Oh good. I was thinking you were going all weird on me there.
[08:12] AF: Byt the way...
[08:13] CT: Yep?
[08:13] AF: You're not cosplaying as that goddamn awful ****ing vile specimen that is Tropius are you?
[08:13] AF: ARGH
[08:13] AF: *By the way
[08:13] CT: Again? Sure, why not?
[08:13] AF: Take it off. Now.
[08:13] AF: Or I shall be forced to destroy it.
[08:14] AF: The Banana crusade continues, you see.
[08:14] CT: ...Oh, no, I'm not cosplaying right now, 0-00 --- 0-00~
[08:14] AF: Oh god not that either.
[08:14] AF: How many times have I said this?
[08:14] CT:
[08:14] AF: I NEED TRANSLATIONS, A-dog.
[08:15] CT: OH, right, hehe. That was just an lol
[08:15] AF: I don't get y'all's horse-brained idiocies.
[08:15] AF: So... anyway, you got your Server disc?
[08:15] AF: So we can get dis conneciton going an' all.
[08:15] AF: *this
[08:16] CT: You wish. T___T It should be coming today, though.
[08:16] AF: Oh... Ok then. Well, I guess it's adios from here then.
[08:16] AF: Yeha that wa skinda it really.
[08:16] AF: Unless if ya got somethin' you wanna discuss.
[08:16] CT: "skinda"?
[08:17] AF: *was kinda
[08:17] AF: ARGH!
[08:17] AF: TYPOS!
[08:17] AF: ARGH!
[08:17] CT: Waitwaitwait, it's here~ -000 0-0 -000
[08:17] AF: A-dog?
[08:17] AF: Oh, the game... riiiiiight...
[08:17] CT: Okay, I got it~
[08:17] -- cannyThespian [CT] changed their mood to PRANKY --
[08:18] AF: EXCELLENT! NOW WE CAN PWN THIS MOTEHR****IN' GAME!
[08:18] CT: ...What now?
[08:18] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to SMOOTH --
[08:19] CT: Oh, you're the smooth one?
[08:19] -- cannyThespian [CT] changed their mood to CHUMMY --
[08:19] CT: Might as well be the sidekick.
[08:19] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to RANCOROUS --
[08:19] AF: This does not amuse me.
[08:20] CT: What, do I not phase you as a dimwitted person?
[08:20] AF: No.
[08:20] AF: Anyway, what's next? You need to enter your server disc.
[08:20] AF: Theeeeeen...
[08:21] AF: Connetc to me. I think you need my IP address or somehting.
[08:21] AF: No wait.
[08:21] AF: My game code.
[08:21] AF: I insert my client disc
[08:21] AF: *Connect
[08:21] AF: It'll give me the code.
[08:21] CT: Got it~, I'll be back in a jiffy*
[08:21] AF: Wait a sec.
[08:21] CT: What?
[08:21] AF: Erm...
[08:22] CT: ***
[08:22] AF: I was typing that ebfore you typed yours.
[08:22] AF: *before
[08:22] AF: So it kidna meant... see ya in a minute.
[08:22] AF: *kinda meant
[08:22] -- anvilFist [AF] ceased pestering cannyThespian [CT] at 20:22 --
[08:22] CT: Okay then*
YEAH MAN! You feel totally pumped This is going to be SWEET! Ok, so all you need now is to get your game. You walk over to my bed-side table and pick up the copy of the game. Now, all you need to do is just stick it into the computer, and it should come up with your code.
Thomas: Do that then.
Excellent. Ok, right. Code is 2313-3454-6769. Gotcha.
Thomas: Pester Anya again.
[08:26] AF: Ok then, I'm done. Gme disc inserted. My number is: 2313-3454-6769
[08:26] AF: *Game
[08:26] CT: Wait, let me check***
[08:28] CT: Okay, mine is: 0294-6434-5058
[08:29] AF: ...
[08:29] AF: A-dog.
[08:29] AF: I don;t need your code.
[08:29] AF: *don't
[08:29] AF: You need mine. Give yours to your server player.
[08:29] CT: ...Ah. sorry, I'm such a noob. 0-00 --- 0-00 (lol)
[08:29] AF: By the way, have you decided on that?
[08:29] AF: B-dog?
[08:30] CT: B*** Oh, you meant Blue* I'm actually not quite sure yet* :/
[08:31] AF: She's kinda... odd.
[08:31] AF: You ever seen pictures of her?
[08:31] AF: She looks like a boy. o.0
[08:31] CT: Boyish? Ah, I just got a new cosplay idea*
[08:32] AF: Aww.... no... I'm such a horse-brianed fool.
[08:32] AF: *brained
[08:32] AF: Well, at leats it beats Tropius (KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL)
[08:32] AF: #*least
[08:33] AF: *least
[08:33] CT: I don't even like bananas*
[08:33] AF: Good.
[08:34] CT: Second time, I'm not cosplaying right now, 0-00 --- 0-00*
[08:34] AF: I know.
[08:34] AF: But I wouldn't know.
[08:34] AF: It's not like I have Skype or anything
[08:35] AF: Not sure I even know what you look like...
[08:35] CT: Ah, it looks like the other "A-Dog"'s online.
[08:35] AF: Yeah, I'm trying to get in touch with that guy
[08:35] AF: I think he's a little busy.
[08:35] AF: Oh wait, he's responded.
[08:36] CT: Did he?
[08:26] AF: *Game
[08:26] CT: Wait, let me check***
[08:28] CT: Okay, mine is: 0294-6434-5058
[08:29] AF: ...
[08:29] AF: A-dog.
[08:29] AF: I don;t need your code.
[08:29] AF: *don't
[08:29] AF: You need mine. Give yours to your server player.
[08:29] CT: ...Ah. sorry, I'm such a noob. 0-00 --- 0-00 (lol)
[08:29] AF: By the way, have you decided on that?
[08:29] AF: B-dog?
[08:30] CT: B*** Oh, you meant Blue* I'm actually not quite sure yet* :/
[08:31] AF: She's kinda... odd.
[08:31] AF: You ever seen pictures of her?
[08:31] AF: She looks like a boy. o.0
[08:31] CT: Boyish? Ah, I just got a new cosplay idea*
[08:32] AF: Aww.... no... I'm such a horse-brianed fool.
[08:32] AF: *brained
[08:32] AF: Well, at leats it beats Tropius (KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL)
[08:32] AF: #*least
[08:33] AF: *least
[08:33] CT: I don't even like bananas*
[08:33] AF: Good.
[08:34] CT: Second time, I'm not cosplaying right now, 0-00 --- 0-00*
[08:34] AF: I know.
[08:34] AF: But I wouldn't know.
[08:34] AF: It's not like I have Skype or anything
[08:35] AF: Not sure I even know what you look like...
[08:35] CT: Ah, it looks like the other "A-Dog"'s online.
[08:35] AF: Yeah, I'm trying to get in touch with that guy
[08:35] AF: I think he's a little busy.
[08:35] AF: Oh wait, he's responded.
[08:36] CT: Did he?
Thomas: She was Ok, now, who's this guy?
Ok, time to respond to Aden, another of your pals.
[08:33] -- peculiarCreator [PC] began pestering anvilFist [AF] at 20:33 --
[08:33] -- peculiarCreator [PC] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT --
[08:33] AF: Howdy A-dog
[08:35] AF: A-dog?
[08:35] PC: Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm still here.
[08:36] AF: Howdy, I'm not worried, due.
[08:36] AF: You gotta chill.
[08:36] AF: That shoudl be pretty normal for your though.
[08:36] AF: Canda...
[08:36] AF: *Canada
[08:37] PC: Canada?
[08:37] AF: You live there, right?
[08:37] AF: *should
[08:37] AF: (just realized that one)
[08:37] PC: That's right. I do. Forgot for a second.
[08:39] AF: Ha. You really are a horse-brained fool sometimes, A-dog.
[08:40] PC: That's what my sister says.
[08:40] AF: I doubt it. She doesn't have nearly as much aweosme farm knowledge as I do.
[08:41] AF: Speaking or siblings, my brother is such an idiot.
[08:41] AF: Risotto.
[08:41] AF: ARGH I HATE ITALIAN FOODS!
[08:41] AF: You feel my pain, right?
[08:41] AF: MY PAIN.
[08:41] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT --
[08:41] PC: Not neccesarily. I like Italian foods.
[08:42] AF: But they're just so... ITALIAN!
[08:42] AF: Italian= Not good.
[08:42] AF: I will never visit Italy.
[08:42] PC: But I'd understand if it was Mexican cuisine. My stomachs not built for it.
[08:43] AF: It's bound to be a horrible place full of stupid idiots will silly accents.
[08:43] AF: Like Mario.
[08:43] AF: Nintendo did a lot of good, but with mario, they did a whole load of ****.
[08:43] PC: Did you know that I'm Italian? Partly, anyways. I thought I told you before.
[08:43] AF: Really?
[08:44] AF: My esteem for you has dropped.
[08:44] AF: Considerably.
[08:44] PC: Aw. I'm so hurt.
[08:44] PC: Not really
[08:44] PC: If you couldn't catch the sarcasm
[08:44] AF: Yeah, I goota go now. Sorry.
[08:45] AF: Italian obsessed borther rubbing me the wrong way/. Strife time.
[08:45] AF: *brother
[08:45] -- anvilFist [AF] ceased pestering peculiarCreator [PC] at 20:45 -
[08:33] -- peculiarCreator [PC] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT --
[08:33] AF: Howdy A-dog
[08:35] AF: A-dog?
[08:35] PC: Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm still here.
[08:36] AF: Howdy, I'm not worried, due.
[08:36] AF: You gotta chill.
[08:36] AF: That shoudl be pretty normal for your though.
[08:36] AF: Canda...
[08:36] AF: *Canada
[08:37] PC: Canada?
[08:37] AF: You live there, right?
[08:37] AF: *should
[08:37] AF: (just realized that one)
[08:37] PC: That's right. I do. Forgot for a second.
[08:39] AF: Ha. You really are a horse-brained fool sometimes, A-dog.
[08:40] PC: That's what my sister says.
[08:40] AF: I doubt it. She doesn't have nearly as much aweosme farm knowledge as I do.
[08:41] AF: Speaking or siblings, my brother is such an idiot.
[08:41] AF: Risotto.
[08:41] AF: ARGH I HATE ITALIAN FOODS!
[08:41] AF: You feel my pain, right?
[08:41] AF: MY PAIN.
[08:41] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT --
[08:41] PC: Not neccesarily. I like Italian foods.
[08:42] AF: But they're just so... ITALIAN!
[08:42] AF: Italian= Not good.
[08:42] AF: I will never visit Italy.
[08:42] PC: But I'd understand if it was Mexican cuisine. My stomachs not built for it.
[08:43] AF: It's bound to be a horrible place full of stupid idiots will silly accents.
[08:43] AF: Like Mario.
[08:43] AF: Nintendo did a lot of good, but with mario, they did a whole load of ****.
[08:43] PC: Did you know that I'm Italian? Partly, anyways. I thought I told you before.
[08:43] AF: Really?
[08:44] AF: My esteem for you has dropped.
[08:44] AF: Considerably.
[08:44] PC: Aw. I'm so hurt.
[08:44] PC: Not really
[08:44] PC: If you couldn't catch the sarcasm
[08:44] AF: Yeah, I goota go now. Sorry.
[08:45] AF: Italian obsessed borther rubbing me the wrong way/. Strife time.
[08:45] AF: *brother
[08:45] -- anvilFist [AF] ceased pestering peculiarCreator [PC] at 20:45 -
Thomas: Continue your pester session with Anya.
[08:41] -- anvilFist [AF] changed their mood to DISTRAUGHT --
[08:42] CT: So*** what are you two talking about?
[08:43] AF: Italians and my utter hate for them
[08:43] CT: Ah*** makes sense, I guess*
[08:44] AF: Oh dammit. Got to go. My stupid brotehr is bugging me.
[08:44] AF: *brother
[08:44] CT: Sibling? Lucky***
[08:45] CT: Though, probably not for you*
[08:45] -- anvilFist [AF] ceased pestering cannyThespian [CT] at 20:45 --
[08:42] CT: So*** what are you two talking about?
[08:43] AF: Italians and my utter hate for them
[08:43] CT: Ah*** makes sense, I guess*
[08:44] AF: Oh dammit. Got to go. My stupid brotehr is bugging me.
[08:44] AF: *brother
[08:44] CT: Sibling? Lucky***
[08:45] CT: Though, probably not for you*
[08:45] -- anvilFist [AF] ceased pestering cannyThespian [CT] at 20:45 --
Thomas: Deal with brother
You weren't kidding.
"Thomassino, how are you?" he says in his stupid accent.
"SHUT UP!" you yell back. This probably won't end well.
"Make me!" he says.
"Oh, that's it, ya liddle runt! STRIIIIIIIIIIIFE!"
Thomas: STRIIIIIIIIFE!
You almost jump out of my chair, grabbing your Monkey's Fist as you do. It's a decorative knot in the form of... well, a Monkey's fist. Swing it around though, and you could hurt somebody. Like now. Like that goddamn idiot of a brother of yours. He gets out his plastic pizza, entering his own battle stance. Oh god he's not-
Thomas: Get hit by plastic Pizza.
The pizza slams into your face and you let of a little yelp of surprise and pain.
"ARGH YOU RUNT! YOU'RE TOAST, YOU HEAR ME?" you yell. You're now in such a state of fury you can't think straight. Until he pays, You're not calming down. You run at him, swinging the Monkey's Fist in a circular motion. He dodges your first attack, only serving to make me more angry. You charge at him again. This time, as he dodges, you move the fist to the left a little. Success. It clips his legs and he falls over.
"Yeah, man, you're down. I win. Get your stinking pizza outta here and leave me." you say, taunting your brother a little. Robert's such a pain, but you love him really. You'll let him retreat with just a little pain in the legs.
"Ok..." he says, defeated, this time without his stupid accent. You watch the door close behind him, before walking over to your bed. You collapse on it. Strife always annoys you. Now to wait for Anya...
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