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Vitamin C
tierfal
01 April 2009 @ 07:52 pm
EVENT EIGHTLY EIGHT  
This is a crack RP.

Write anything you want.

ANYTHING.

The one rule is to remember what my eleventh grade drama teacher told us: always say "yes." Like improvs, RPs die if you deny people -- if Harry Potter wants to go to WalMart to buy a gun, because this is how we will slay that bastard Voldemort once and for all, you are not allowed to start your next post with "Suddenly, Harry realized there was no WalMart in Britain and decided instead to go home and sleep."

You are allowed to start it with "Suddenly, Harry realized there was no WalMart in Britain -- which was okay, because the Doctor had just shown up with the TARDIS, meaning they could go to WalMart in America.

IN THE YEAR 2087."

You are also allowed to start it with "Suddenly, en route to WalMart, Harry got distracted by the bitchin' song on the radio ('Lollipop (Candyman)' by Aqua, of course), and his '92 Chevy pickup T-boned a classy muscle car.

The next thing he knew, a really, really hot blond was shoving a gun in his face."

You are also also allowed to use any of these as the beginning, if you so desire, though please specify which.

You are also also also allowed to respond to posts that have already been responded to, in order to take them in another direction and begin a Choose-Your-Own Adventure.

You are also also also allowed/encouraged to start new entry-replies if the comments are getting skinny. Please warn whoever you responded to with a skinny comment and move right along. :)

LET THE CRACK FLOURISH AND DESTROY THE UNIVERSE. DO NOT BE DETERRED BY ANYTHING.

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Eltea: Sunflowerseltea on April 28th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC)
ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a great king. He was really, really great - awesome, kindhearted, sexy, and good with kids. Except that he didn’t have a name, and his advisors told him he could never be a truly great king without a name, so he set off on a quest to find one. (A name, I mean, not an advisor. Though evidently the ones he had weren’t very good if they were sending him off questing instead of tossing a book of baby names at him.)
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Vitamin C: Blue Rosetierfal on April 28th, 2009 05:28 am (UTC)
Nameless the Nameless Wonder-King (not to be confused with wunderkind, though he was a bit that, too) was trotting down the road on his Formidable Steed (who also lacked a name; it was something about the kingdom, he suspected), formidable dust kicking up behind the Formidable Steed's formidable heels (presuming that horses have heels, in one sense or another), when he came upon a strange tavern bathed in eerie greenish light.

Dismounting, Nameless looped FS's reins around a convenient tree branch off the road and went to get a closer look. The glowing, which was a warm emerald shade, bright, and consistent, seemed to be coming from inside the tavern, seeping out at the windows to light the path.

This was very curious.

And there might be danger, from which Nameless ought to protect any potential victimized subjects.

Accordingly, he went up and knocked on the door.
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goddess of this and that: hauruhappy_mystic on April 30th, 2009 01:38 am (UTC)
There inside the door was a small room. The walls were painted a eye-scalding shade of green(*which was where the green light was coming from. As Nameless shielded his eyes, he saw, in the middle of the room, a small man with a huge beard.He was fixed in front of a television.

"Why," asked the little man without turning, "Have you come to my lair? And right in the middle of my soaps? Can I get you something to eat?"

Nameless was startled at this sudden torrent of questions. He decided to answer the last one.

"I dunno," He answered. "What have you got?"

"How about-YOUR HORSE?" The little man held up a big piece of meat.

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Miz J: looking suspiciousmissusjackson on May 1st, 2009 11:00 pm (UTC)
Nameless stumbled backwards, turning a shade of green oddly similar to that on the walls. He drew his sword from the scabbard on his hip, waving it wildly.

"You'll pay for that, you bearded freak of nature!"

Cackling madly, the bearded man snapped his fingers and disappeared in a puff of logic I mean, sparkly violet smoke.

Bewildered and on the verge of tossing (get your minds out of the gutter!) his cookies, Nameless dashed out of the house, running blindly into the forest.
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