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| Sentenal's Bright Idea; A New Year's fic | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 26 2008, 01:18 AM (1,005 Views) | |
| Psiwri | Dec 30 2008, 11:11 AM Post #16 |
Too Many Words
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I lold 4 times. (I also just woke up so it doesn't take much....) Edited by Psiwri, Dec 30 2008, 11:11 AM.
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| PhantomZero | Dec 30 2008, 11:43 AM Post #17 |
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lol hey iris, if the weight limit was 250 pounds then uh. We'd technically already be over the limit with like 7-8 people there. Might want to increase that~ |
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A NEW WORLD ORDER ~Known as PhantomZero, Mr. Noogen, Yosuke Hanamura | |
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| Greth | Dec 30 2008, 03:16 PM Post #18 |
fuck all y'all
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maybe she meant 2500? I lol'd regardless. |
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Has been known as: mrmastodon, Greth, MF Greth, L, Shu, Sailor Star Healer Voted most manly last time, and most underrated twice in a row, shit yeah! | |
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| +Hollie | Dec 30 2008, 03:44 PM Post #19 |
Resident Brit
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Much lawlz and mirth. One question, though. Why did I arrive early? 
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| K' | Dec 30 2008, 04:36 PM Post #20 |
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FFFFFFFF MY GOAL Y U DO DIS 2 ME  even though I am Kenshiro and know Hokuto Shin-Ken I'm not allowed to press Laharl's pressure points and make him explode like a water ballon 
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| Psiwri | Dec 30 2008, 05:18 PM Post #21 |
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Too Many Words
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the 250 Lbs. limit is a Per Person limit, obviously |
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| Rin | Dec 30 2008, 05:36 PM Post #22 |
TOTALLY A MAN
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Well actually it was meant to be 250kg, like it is here in Australia. I was gonna convert it to lbs but I guess I forgot when I left for Melbourne. I'm not gonna bother changing it now that you guys've mentioned it here though XD |
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| Rin | Dec 30 2008, 07:12 PM Post #23 |
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TOTALLY A MAN
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This is very experimental, and may or may not go down well. Probably won't be as appreciated if you don't understand what happens on msn with us. Not very necessary to read this one anyway. Chapter 3 – New Year’s Day: …was over yesterday On the other side of the room at the public computers, Feez and PR had just finished playing every fighting game known to man online. PZ had also just finished talking to some Asian girl he met online who was also going to attend NU with him. A sudden simultaneous need to terrorize somebody on msn overcame them. Unfortunately, Iris just logged on.
Edited by Rin, Dec 30 2008, 07:18 PM.
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| PhantomZero | Dec 30 2008, 07:16 PM Post #24 |
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{PZ} - {Go for it!} says: wtf this is weird {PZ} - {Go for it!} says: we're suddenly in a chatroom after we're in a convention together? [ phantomHar0 ] +[ Ms Doom ]+ says: hehe |
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| K' | Dec 30 2008, 07:28 PM Post #25 |
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/hihi/mwub |
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| Feez | Dec 31 2008, 12:36 AM Post #26 |
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Ebullient Future
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wtf I'm like...almost confused. For some reason that conversation looks really real or something. Really, really spot on Iris. |
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| +Hollie | Dec 31 2008, 01:15 PM Post #27 |
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Um. That was sorta funny and sorta confusing.
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| Rin | Jan 2 2009, 10:18 PM Post #28 |
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TOTALLY A MAN
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It's pretty hard to write something amazing about people I don't know very well, so this was hard to write let alone get motivated to write. You lot need to talk to me more. jks jks XD Chapter 4 – New Year’s Day: Hangovers The fifteen minute break from round one of the FEFF Smash Tournament was quickly coming to an end as the next draw of matches was being decided. A surprising number of participants had entered the tournament, so naturally a surprising number of participants had lost and been kicked out already. Now only sixteen were left to tackle the second round of the singles pool, and Phil was scheduled to…eat sandwiches at the bar. An unlucky draw had Phil against Lucas, FEFF’s biggest Smash rapist, in the first round, a match-up that ended in much cursing and raging. Not to mention smug Lucas kept smiling at him the whole time with that creepy little clown smile. And so Phil stormed off, pacing up and down between the gaming area and the bar, unable to decide whether he should eat it off or show Lucas what a real brawl was. Neither of the options won over, however, as Sarah, better known as Tiara, approached him with a sympathetic smile. “Too bad, Phil,” she said patting him on the shoulder. “He’s probably gonna win the whole thing anyway.” As if she thought that was actually comforting. With a heavy sigh, Phil just left her there and walked away, heading for the sofas where other failed and non-participants lounged. Tony, or Greth as we’ll call him, and Drew, Yzarc, were deep in conversation about the Crucible and Yzarc’s latest forum fanfic. “You’re keeping pretty close to the actual story,” Greth was saying as he sipped regally from his styrofoam cup. Yzarc laughed sitting back on the sofa. “It’s just an excuse to make fun of everyone,” he replied quite pleased with himself. Shaking his head, Greth laughed with him. Both failed to mention that Yzarc hadn’t updated in a long time. “Hey,” Phil said, interrupting their happy time. “What’s up with Leon and Grady?” Greth glanced over at the pair sprawled over the lounges like banana peels. “New Year’s Eve does that to you,” he answered, miming the bottle. “I’m surprised they couldn’t hold down that many,” Yzarc said, nodding proudly to himself. “I have a couple more than they did.” “And you’re worse off than them,” Greth scoffed. Upon closer inspection, Phil noticed that Yzarc was indeed in a strange state. Pale skin, huge sweat patches at his armpits, and he seemed to be shaking. He had no doubt that under the dark shades Yzarc’s eyes would be red as a tomato. “What’d you guys do last night?” Greth asked Phil, putting his cup down. Phil shrugged and put his feet up on the long coffee table. “Played Scrabble, ate lots, did some stupid New Year’s resolution lucky dip shit that Sentenal came up with.” “Lucky dip?” Greth repeated, ignoring the muffled chuckles from Leon over something. “Yeah, we all picked out a New Year’s resolution from this bowl,” Phil almost sighed. Somewhere in the corners of the large leisure floor, Lucas’s voice announced the next round of the tournament beginning. Greth waited for the ringing to stop before continuing. “Oh, so what’d you get?” “I’m meant to learn to cook at least five new dishes in six weeks time,” he said, shrugging. “That’s not too hard, I guess,” Greth said, considering the challenge. “Hey, think I could have a go at this lucky dip thing?” Phil searched the room for a bit then pointed at Sentenal playing against Tiara’s Peach. “Go ask him. He kept the bowl apparently.” A booming chorus of “OOOOOH!” suddenly filled the room as someone just executed a very exciting KO. The sound of the spectators roused Leon from sleep and he began on a reel of grumbled obscenities about the quality of play and how that was so a foul. Elsewhere, Reaver, Hollie and DSie were still picking their way through sandwiches when Crysta approached them, looking more like a zombie than ever. The bags under her eyes and crumpled shirt suggested lack of sleep and possible failure at ironing. “Hey, Crysta, Happy New Years,” Hollie greeted nicely. “Mmmmgmmhugh,” Crysta murmured, grabbing a sandwich and slopping down onto the nearest chair. “Why is everyone so loud today?” she asked through a very attractive mouthful of cucumber, butter and bread. Did you notice the sarcasm? “Smash tournament, remember?” DSie replied. “There’ll be plenty more noise to come.” Crysta nearly slipped from her chair. “Are…you okay, Crysta?” DSie was now slightly worried. There was no answer. Just a hint of what could have been a shrug. So obviously Reaver did the smart thing - he stepped forward and yelled into her ear. “HEY CRYSTA. GIVE ME A REBEL YELL.” “FUCK, SHUT UP!” she yelled, dealing Reaver such an amazing back-hand that he nearly released his bowels. “She’s ok,” Reaver squeaked, picking himself up from the floor. “Have you ever crossed paths with a Zulu Warrior?” Crysta slurred, sort of but not really apologizing to Reaver with a raised hand in truce. All three shook their heads. “Don’t,” she replied simply before standing slowly for a cup of water. Soja sidled up beside Reaver, an amused air about him. “She only had a couple of drinks. Next thing we knew she was on the table singing Hit Me Baby One More Time,” he laughed. Crysta shot him a death glare that could freeze hell over. She was particularly good at that being a zombie and all. “Those cocktails were lethal, ok?” “Why aren’t you so hung-over?” Hollie asked Soja. Still chuckling, Soja thrust a thumb into his chest and said “No amount of alcohol could ever overcome me.” If you could imagine Soja’s liver as pacman, that would be the best way to describe how well it filtered substances. Suddenly, a wild Laharl appeared. “Uh, I gotta go take Crysta upstairs to rest,” Soja said quickly, hauling his girlfriend over his shoulder and marching away despite her half-assed protests. Got away safely. “Hello,” Laharl said to the three remaining. “Hello, Laharl,” Hollie replied hesitantly. “DSie, want to go see who’s winning in the tournament?” “Yes, I really do want to go.” And so the two hurried away, grabbing a couple of sandwiches as they went. Got away safely. “Got any resolutions, Reaver?” Laharl asked, not thinking twice about the hasty retreats. “Uh, not…really,” Reaver answered, mentally cursing those two girls for not saving him. “I’ll go find one right now though.” “I was gonna think one up myself,” Laharl continued, stopping Reaver in his tracks. Can’t escape! “I might brainstorm some ideas while I’m sleeping. I didn’t get a chance to last night ‘cause of all the partying.” Reaver was beginning to get irritated. “Well maybe you should go try sleeping right now. Don’t let me hold you back.” “Nah there’s too much noise from this tournament,” Laharl replied, shrugging. Can’t escape! “How about I go ask them to quiet down for you?” Reaver suggested. Laharl considered for a moment. “I don’t think you could make that many people lower their voices.” Can’t escape! By this point, Reaver was getting tired of trying the ‘run’ option. Luckily, Phil was on his way over to the table to grab a bite to eat. “PHIL!” Reaver cried, his voice breaking from relief. “Laharl, Phil’s got a New Year’s resolution. Maybe you should ask him.” Reaver used substitute. “Oh, really?” Laharl answered, intrigued. Reaver pumped a fist and dashed away. Got away safely! “Yesssss….” Phil answered warily, watching Reaver disappear. “Then maybe you can help me out,” Laharl began. “I was thinking maybe I could try watching a certain number of movies. What do you think of—” “FUCK YOU, REAVER,” Phil roared. |
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| +Hollie | Jan 2 2009, 10:23 PM Post #29 |
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Yay fun. I wonder if I'll ever get a resolution. Reaver/Laharl made me lol. 
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| K' | Jan 2 2009, 10:31 PM Post #30 |
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HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO PHIL A FELLOW NIG I WILL AVENGE YOU PHIL OH WAIT I CAN'T PUNCH LAHARL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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