Mr.Duck on 19/11/2009 at 16:32
MrDuck waddles around the main hall of the Nuthaus (Tm.), noticing the inch thick layer of dust that covers most of the placer, "Ach, I'll be sneezing my beak out with all of this dust....", he grumbles as he waddles over to a panel with some buttons next to the twin iron doors of the entrance that have the TTLG logo in gold, and a few skullheads attached to it.
He flexes his fingers from his wings (Donald Duck-like, wings at times, arms and hands at other times) and pushes a button: lights come on, making all the bebe spiders and grues seek cover of shadow inside other rooms, "Huh...so here are the spideys after GBM lost'em. Tsk.", he notices as he pushes another button and loud music from The Bonobo Boys (Tm.) begins to echo throughout the halls.
"Well, this seems like a nice start, I'll be needing a broom for all this dust...and a flamethrower" -as he watches a large bebe spider crawl nearby-"...damn". He rummages a bit about his feathers, like he was molesting himself and pulls out a red broom for which he begins to sweep the floor, waiting for them to come.
:D
Yes, there used to be roleplaying threads like these where we were all just silly and had fun, with some wit and humor instead of cynism and bitterness. Feel free to join in, but keep the a-hole bits out. :)
37637598 on 19/11/2009 at 16:55
37637598 swiftly snatches the shiney red broom from the webbed-fingered grasp of MrDuck, and within the blink of an eye, sweeps up every last molecule of the timely collected dust, and using his built in dust-a-way componant, compresses the mass of weightless dirt into a small cube the size of an X8 lego block. Three nano seconds later, 37637598's auto-shut-down program kicks in and the little convenience robot falls deeply into an inevitable mode of sleep, otherwise known as 'sleep mode', muttering zeros, ones, and brief moments of wishful scenarios of torture for those annoying TV comedians he is programmed to one day destroy.
june gloom on 19/11/2009 at 17:15
dethtoll stands in front of the oven as he makes a sandwich, the spatula in one hand and scratching his ass with the other. The radio is blasting classic rock and dethy seems oblivious to everything except his sandwich. It is lunchtime, after all.
Sgt_BFG on 19/11/2009 at 20:07
Sgt_BFG sits in front of his computer doing his Judge Death impression.
Scots Taffer on 20/11/2009 at 01:06
Uncle Stitch is not pleased.
demagogue on 20/11/2009 at 02:08
Dema walks into the room with an excited look and starts to say something, but before he can start he trips on the taut electric wire for the ugly desk lamp -- very stupidly running across the room -- rolls a few times through an open door to the basement darkness, and is heard tumbling down the stairs into a gigantic crash at the bottom.
After a few seconds, a soft voice comes from the darkness: "Nevermind... Just go on without me."
june gloom on 20/11/2009 at 21:07
dethtoll does not eat mayo.
Stitch on 20/11/2009 at 21:18
Quote Posted by Scots Taffer
Uncle Stitch is
not pleased.
Hey, at least we don't have sailoreagle and Lytha fighting over who gets to fuck what Lord of the Rings character.
But you're right, I hate this thread.
Mr.Duck on 20/11/2009 at 22:54
Having gone down to the basement of the Nuthaus, passing along a few of GBM's old monster creations, riffling through an old edible panties' closet, MrDuck stumbles upon a crack on the wall which oddly resembles some lost work of Picasso, but without the naked ladies. Not giving it much though he uses his small size to wedge into the crack.
After emerging through the other side with a loud popping sound and a few feathers lighter he gasps in awe as he sees the room before him. On a massive wall there are rows and rows of black monitors, infront of these lies an odd looking chair which appears to have something resembling a rocket underneath it. Always curious about things he doesn't know about, MrDuck jumps into the chair and gets comfy, looking around it and noticing an ON/OFF red button to his right.
"Eh, what the Hell, what's the worst that could happen?", he muses as he presses the button and all of the black monitors begin to light up as the chair gives a light jolt and begins to float slightly off the ground. MrDuck is startled enough at first to not notice the holographic keyboard that appeared infront of him. Before he can notice what they simbols in the keyboard mean he hears a soft female voice fill the room, "Good morning user, welcome to Nuthaus Control & Monitoring Room!"
MrDuck simply grins to himself, "Excellent..."
