Role Play Thread

[kylekennypiptweek]

Uh....*looks around uneasy* Yes.....?

[Zazaban]

Emily: We seek the happiness!

Charlotte: And quickly, ere competing parties do arrive!

Anne: What my sister means to say, little child, is that we are not the only people seeking this stick.

Stan: ....what the f*ck? What.... what?!

*Cartman gets kicked way by man with stick* Somebody hold that kid down!

[kylekennypiptweek]

Who else seeks the stick?

((Brb, my dog is throwing up all over my room))

[Zazaban]

Emily: I- I do not wish to speak ill of-

Charlotte: Our-

*Shot rings out*

Anne: Our brother, Branwell!

Stan: ....okay, seriously, what?!

Man 2: He has a gun! *Gets out pistol!*


((That ain't good))

[kylekennypiptweek]

Your brother? *hears shot, ducks down* AH! Who was that!?

((He's better now. He ate some garbage when I wasn't watching. It smelled like meat and it was a wrapper of liverworst. He got it out of his system.))

[Zazaban]

Charlotte: I think that was he. *Dunks down.*

*Shot rings out*

Emily: Are you alright, children?

Stan: We're okay!

Anne: Good! Where is he firing from?

[kylekennypiptweek]

*ducks down a bit* We're ok. *looks around* Where is he shooting from!?

[Zazaban]

*Shot hits guy with walkie talkie. Cartman runs for cover.* He must be on top of one of the buildings.

Charlotte: Oh my brother! What great woe it has been, remember ere his fall! The grace! The splendid prose and ever greater verse!

Anne: What cruel tole does the drink and forlorn love take? Oh what terrible toll on a soul so tender!

Emily: He wishes the happiness out of jealousy of our accomplishment.

Stan: ....what was all the other stuck.

Charlotte: *ahem* He slept with his student's married mother and then started getting drunk after he got fired.

Stan: Oh.

Charlotte: Yes.

((This actually happened))

[kylekennypiptweek]

((Really? Where?))

So your brother is a complete nut case?

[Zazaban]

((Well, without the guns. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Branwell_Bronte ))

Charlotte: ....We like to think of him as melancholy. Very, very melancholy.

Stan: He's shooting at us with a sniper rifle.

Anne: He is likely on the drunk as well.

Stan: ....I see.

[kylekennypiptweek]

((Hmm...))

What are we suppose to do? We can't see him.

[Zazaban]

Charlotte: If you listen closely you can hear him yelling poetry.

Stan: Okay. *Listens.*

Voice in distance: Entangled! freed! and yet again *Shot fires*
You touch! 'tis o'er, that plaintive strain, *Two shots*
That mournful buzz, that struggle vain,
Proclaim your doom! *String of gunfire, two guys go down*
Up to the murderous den you're ta'en,
Your bloody tomb!

Stan: He's on top of Tom's Rhinoplasty!

[kylekennypiptweek]

He could have hostages! Stan, your mom!

((STANLUV YOU ARE WANTED!))

[(ugly)Bob]

*gawps in silence*

[Zazaban]

*Realizes* Oh my god! MOM! *Horrifed*

Charlotte: ...is he that mad, sisters?

Emily: It is possible, I say. Since his fall, he has grown quite deranged.

Anne: We will not take any chances, girls! *Takes pistol out of garter.*

Branwell, in distance: Entangled! freed! and yet again *Shot breaks window*
You touch! 'tis o'er, that plaintive strain,
That mournful buzz, that struggle vain, *Got gets guy in car*
Proclaim your doom:
Up to the murderous den you're ta'en,
Your bloody tomb! *Shots all over the place, rest of Brontes' mercenaries go down.*

Cartman: WHAT THE HELL DOES HE WANT? *Covering head, cowering*