Role Play Thread

[(ugly)Bob]

(7th Nov --> i will be back)

EDIT:
*spaced out*

[Zazaban]

( 'twas about to take care of it myself, m'dear.)

*Branwell firres shot through Kenny's brain*

Oh my god! They killed Kenny!

Charlotte: No, no, there is but one of them.

[(ugly)Bob]

((thank you! that is a more logical/appropriate plot device))

( how'd i manage to get on here!? ah. procrastination... )

[Stanluv25]

Hello? Someone please help us!

[kylekennypiptweek]

You bastards! *hears Sharon* Dude! I can hear your mom from inside there! *points to Tom's Rhinoplasty*

[Zazaban]

We need to get her out of there!

*Cartman attempts to lift Bazooka, falsl over, fires it.*

Cartman! You dumbass!

((After that run-in on Deviantart I now feel like I want to draw a picture of a scene from this thread .... ))

[(ugly)Bob]

(please do! what the hell? im still procrasto-- *rips out CPU cord*)

[kylekennypiptweek]

((I told you, I may do that. This is my warning to you!~ *wiggles fingers in front of your face* ))

Cartman! That was the only ammo! *looks forr his pistol*

[rosko09]

ill play tell me how to start

[Zazaban]

(( ))

*Roots around in suitcase, gets out AK-47* Uh.... Should you be giving guns to kids?

Emily: It is an exceptional circumstance.

Charlotte: It is a tenant of good Anglicanism to carry firepower.

Anne: I have grenades.

Cartman: Can I have one of those?

*Anne throws Cartman a grenade*

Cartman: Kewl.

Stan: I don't think you want to give him those.

[rosko09]

i want to be myself and go by rosko mmmmkay?? hahaha

[kylekennypiptweek]

*finds pistol* Don't give that to him. He may kill us! *reloads gun, looks at AK-47* You guys have a lot of guns for civilized people...

((What is with us and weapons? ))

[Zazaban]

Charlotte: These are Branwell's. We took them from under his bed.

Emily: Yes. oh what destitution of the soul, oh sordid love!

Anne: Oh sweet lament of fraternal affection! How we miss our old brother he!

*Gunshots*

Stan: ....Yeah. We should do something now! My mom's in there!

[Stanluv25]

*trying to calm down fellow co-worker Kathryn*

We'll be okay, don't worry. I'm sure someone's trying to help us.

[Zazaban]

*Branwell sees Sharon talking*

Branwell:
Quiet! Hark, I hear speaking! Quiet I say!
Quiet, like a dove, and thou'st not be shot today!

*Fires warning shot into the ceiling*