The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)
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Ram watched with confusion and disappointment at the fighting that was happening.
"Sniff, drinking ain't supposed to kill. Only to love." he muttered, before heading out of the bar and into the back ally and finding some quick way to de-tox himself.
As he went through his procedure (aka, finding something to poke himself in the mouth with), the mysterious stranger entered the ally.
"My my, what a poor little...goat we have here. It's such a shame you're just so...sober. Unhealthy, it is. I'm feeling ill just watching you."
Ram stopped showing the stick in this mouth to look at the man with the smooth voice, dark as the richest Swiss chocolate and twice as smooth.
"Wha' ou taking bout?" he mumbled.
"Well, it's just I have something that can clear you right out of that soberness" the man continued, pulling the largest, most golden mug of ale that Ram had ever laid his eyes on.
"and it comes at quiet a reasonable price! Just 20 gold coins[sub]and a contract to own your group of heroes to do as I bid.[/sub]"
"Vat? Vat was that lasht part?" Ram asked with concern. One part of his mind was telling him that this man was a very suspicious character, and that he should leave right away. Unfortunately, the other side was distracting him with it's wild dancing and bile that was it was spewing all over the medulla.
"Here, why not try a sip? On the house." purred the stranger, offering the mug to Ram.
"Eh, shure, why not." Ram said, taking the mug as his rational brain was trying to be heard over his drunken parts rendition of "What a Wonderful World."
Taking a sip, Ram's eyes bulged from their sockets. He then fell to the ground, having a convulsive fit of alcoholic joy. As his hoofs were frantically kicking around, the stranger swiped some ink on it and held out a piece of paper until it was hit by the ink-covered hoof.
"Well, that takes care of the contract. Thank you for your signature kind sir." he said with a bow, before bursting in evil laughter and dashing off.
"Sniff, drinking ain't supposed to kill. Only to love." he muttered, before heading out of the bar and into the back ally and finding some quick way to de-tox himself.
As he went through his procedure (aka, finding something to poke himself in the mouth with), the mysterious stranger entered the ally.
"My my, what a poor little...goat we have here. It's such a shame you're just so...sober. Unhealthy, it is. I'm feeling ill just watching you."
Ram stopped showing the stick in this mouth to look at the man with the smooth voice, dark as the richest Swiss chocolate and twice as smooth.
"Wha' ou taking bout?" he mumbled.
"Well, it's just I have something that can clear you right out of that soberness" the man continued, pulling the largest, most golden mug of ale that Ram had ever laid his eyes on.
"and it comes at quiet a reasonable price! Just 20 gold coins[sub]and a contract to own your group of heroes to do as I bid.[/sub]"
"Vat? Vat was that lasht part?" Ram asked with concern. One part of his mind was telling him that this man was a very suspicious character, and that he should leave right away. Unfortunately, the other side was distracting him with it's wild dancing and bile that was it was spewing all over the medulla.
"Here, why not try a sip? On the house." purred the stranger, offering the mug to Ram.
"Eh, shure, why not." Ram said, taking the mug as his rational brain was trying to be heard over his drunken parts rendition of "What a Wonderful World."
Taking a sip, Ram's eyes bulged from their sockets. He then fell to the ground, having a convulsive fit of alcoholic joy. As his hoofs were frantically kicking around, the stranger swiped some ink on it and held out a piece of paper until it was hit by the ink-covered hoof.
"Well, that takes care of the contract. Thank you for your signature kind sir." he said with a bow, before bursting in evil laughter and dashing off.
Phil leaned back in his chair, taking in the drunken, violent atmosphere. That is, until he noticed Ram stumble drunkenly outside. Phil paid no real attention to the goat.
"Hm. he's probably gonna go relieve himself or something." Phil said, taking a sip from his seemingly bottomless glass of water.
Then minutes pass. Ram still hadn't returned. Phil decided that something was wrong and went outside to investigate. As he stepped outside, a guy dashed past Phil, laughing manically.
"Fuckin lunatic." He said to himself before walking into a nearby alley.
There he saw his leader, experiencing convulsions while in a pile of his own vomit. Phil ran up to him.
"Ram?! What happened?! Who did this to you?!" He said, growing frantic and angry.
"Hm. he's probably gonna go relieve himself or something." Phil said, taking a sip from his seemingly bottomless glass of water.
Then minutes pass. Ram still hadn't returned. Phil decided that something was wrong and went outside to investigate. As he stepped outside, a guy dashed past Phil, laughing manically.
"Fuckin lunatic." He said to himself before walking into a nearby alley.
There he saw his leader, experiencing convulsions while in a pile of his own vomit. Phil ran up to him.
"Ram?! What happened?! Who did this to you?!" He said, growing frantic and angry.
"GEGEGEAHHBUBBLES-SOGOODDUHDDUH-EHHHH" Ram cried, still twitching like a manic.
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" yelled Phil as he slapped Ram across the face. But it was to no effect, as Ram continued with his frantic babbling.
"Damn, I need something more powerful...but I the shining finger may be to much for him to handle in his state."
Phil raised his fists to the sky. "Oh Samuel L. MutherFucking Jackson, Patron Saint of Badass and Awesome, lend me your powers! For it is time to Smack a *****!"
The skies burst forth with a heavenly light, streaming down towards Phil. He suddenly glowed with pure Badass, and from his lips he decried I am sick of this Mutherfucking Goat being Mutherfucking drunk!.
He then gave Ram the Backhand of Jackson, knocking the Drunk clear out of him.
"Whu? Phil? What's going on...Wait! That man! He...he made me sign something! We must get after him!" Ram cried, springing up from his bile and giving chase.
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" yelled Phil as he slapped Ram across the face. But it was to no effect, as Ram continued with his frantic babbling.
"Damn, I need something more powerful...but I the shining finger may be to much for him to handle in his state."
Phil raised his fists to the sky. "Oh Samuel L. MutherFucking Jackson, Patron Saint of Badass and Awesome, lend me your powers! For it is time to Smack a *****!"
The skies burst forth with a heavenly light, streaming down towards Phil. He suddenly glowed with pure Badass, and from his lips he decried I am sick of this Mutherfucking Goat being Mutherfucking drunk!.
He then gave Ram the Backhand of Jackson, knocking the Drunk clear out of him.
"Whu? Phil? What's going on...Wait! That man! He...he made me sign something! We must get after him!" Ram cried, springing up from his bile and giving chase.
Sorry if I it's not something you'd usually do, but I remember you starting the Jackson thing the first time around. You okay with being the traveling angelic prophet of Samuel L. Mutherfucking Jackson?
Chuck's awesome-senses started tingling. "Hang on... I think the goat guy is in trouble!" And so he ran off after Ram.
Vaude lifted her head off the table, surrounded by tequila glasses.
"Hey...Nygh, we'll finish this later..." She muttered, still half-slurring as she placed her head on the table again.
"Hey...Nygh, we'll finish this later..." She muttered, still half-slurring as she placed her head on the table again.
Ramthundar said:
Yeah, I don't mind....Wait.... I was the first person to start referencing Samuel L. Jackson? You sure that wasn't Emmy?
Phil had a revelation.
"It must've been that guy that ran past me!" Phil said, rising to his feet.
Phil nodded at Ram's command and manifested his wings, taking to the skies to see if he could find the evildoer from a higher perspective.
Maybe, but you were the one that did the whole "Jackson appearing from the sky to set things straight" shtick...i think.Pm0n3y said:
Ram dashed across the ruined town, dodging the crumbled buildings caused by the Salt Mine Explosions of '10. He suddenly spotted the stranger heading into an abandoned Nike headquarters.
"There! Get him!" he cried, running towards the building.
Huh...well, this is awkward. Just going to back out...Xandus117 said:
"Glenrath! What the heck are you doing? The guy is already in the building!"
The mage chicken looked up with embarrassment, the poor man in the dark cloak running off.
"But...he was all mysterious and...cloakish.."
"So what, just cause a guy's not all blunt about who he is or his intentions automatically make him a villain? Jeez Glen, never knew you were such a Adjectivist." Ram scolded before dashing into the Nike building.
Glenrath pulled out a glowing stone from under his wing.
"Yes?" He said to the stone. I projected an image of his army's commander.
"Sir, we have defeated the Titans here in the underworld, we have suffered casualities. Though not many. Our mages are creating a portal to the surface. It will take sometime, they are not as experienced a mage as you. Where should we teleport to?" The commander asked
"We are in the states, anywhere here will do. Praise The Great Hen" Said Glenrat
"Yes, we'll be with you in a few hours sir. Praise the Hen, Out" Said the commander disappearing.
"Yes?" He said to the stone. I projected an image of his army's commander.
"Sir, we have defeated the Titans here in the underworld, we have suffered casualities. Though not many. Our mages are creating a portal to the surface. It will take sometime, they are not as experienced a mage as you. Where should we teleport to?" The commander asked
"We are in the states, anywhere here will do. Praise The Great Hen" Said Glenrat
"Yes, we'll be with you in a few hours sir. Praise the Hen, Out" Said the commander disappearing.