Post by The Conman on May 17, 2011 1:19:44 GMT -5
Hokay. I'm bored. Yes, you heard me, Bored. Why am I bored? Well, because I am. But that's not the point. Wait...maybe it is....anyways, what was I saying...
RIGHT!
We ( anybody and everybody, that means YOU, yes YOU...YOU HEAR ME?...Though so. ) need to do something purely, amazingly, Epic.
My thoughts? Thus far have been about...wait this is PG, scratch that. My PG thoughts thus far, have been that we've got a lot of 2 types of people running around. Emo Jedi, who are currently calling themselves Siff Lards, and Fringers doing a whole lot of NADA. This needs to become untrue.
I HAVE A DREAM!
Well, I don't, but I just thought it'd sound cool to say it, MLK was bomb...but I digress. Idea is as such; ( HA, PROPER SEMICOLON USE! ) The Siff Lards have something. I don't know what. Let's say, for the sake of argument, the Holy Teapot of Syria. Now, this Holy Teapot of Syria ( henceforth refered too as the HToS) is very near and dear to a certain hutt's heart. ( he loves tea, don't read too much into it). Said Hutt wants the teapot for himself. But, there's a lot ofEmo Jedi (I MEAN SITH!) standing in the way.
So, said hutt puts out the word. One(1) bajillion majillion zillion sextillion credits to whoever returns his beloved teapot save and sound. How you get it is upto you.
I don't give a hot D**N if your character is in a lolsrsbzns thread right now, this is supposed to be fun. This whole plot idea is to have fun. If you want, it can happen in a time that doesn't interrupt your lolsrsbzns.
Point is, we need some kind of epic, Oceans 11 S**T to go down. Fringers can't work together for more than precisely 3.2147362 seconds before they plot to stab the other in the back...andEmo Jedi ( I DID IT AGAIN ) can't go 5 minutes without bringing up their daddy issues, so this should be a gass.
Let The Conman take you on a magical journey of soymilk and cigars. I mean Starwars. I mean my brain. I mean I mean...I mean I don't know what I mean, this is all stream of consciousness.
The general idea is there. I expect the more experienced and grown up people topost good, constructive ideas relentelesly cut it up until it's a work of art fit to be RP'd by the fine denizens of this unique establishment.
kgo.
RIGHT!
We ( anybody and everybody, that means YOU, yes YOU...YOU HEAR ME?...Though so. ) need to do something purely, amazingly, Epic.
My thoughts? Thus far have been about...wait this is PG, scratch that. My PG thoughts thus far, have been that we've got a lot of 2 types of people running around. Emo Jedi, who are currently calling themselves Siff Lards, and Fringers doing a whole lot of NADA. This needs to become untrue.
I HAVE A DREAM!
Well, I don't, but I just thought it'd sound cool to say it, MLK was bomb...but I digress. Idea is as such; ( HA, PROPER SEMICOLON USE! ) The Siff Lards have something. I don't know what. Let's say, for the sake of argument, the Holy Teapot of Syria. Now, this Holy Teapot of Syria ( henceforth refered too as the HToS) is very near and dear to a certain hutt's heart. ( he loves tea, don't read too much into it). Said Hutt wants the teapot for himself. But, there's a lot of
So, said hutt puts out the word. One(1) bajillion majillion zillion sextillion credits to whoever returns his beloved teapot save and sound. How you get it is upto you.
I don't give a hot D**N if your character is in a lolsrsbzns thread right now, this is supposed to be fun. This whole plot idea is to have fun. If you want, it can happen in a time that doesn't interrupt your lolsrsbzns.
Point is, we need some kind of epic, Oceans 11 S**T to go down. Fringers can't work together for more than precisely 3.2147362 seconds before they plot to stab the other in the back...and
Let The Conman take you on a magical journey of soymilk and cigars. I mean Starwars. I mean my brain. I mean I mean...I mean I don't know what I mean, this is all stream of consciousness.
The general idea is there. I expect the more experienced and grown up people to
kgo.
