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@@Sn0wblind, character page. That is all.

@, Red looked at the back half of the demon, mumbling under his breath, then turned to his new comrades. "You guys goink to run? I'm not running. Zis sing's armour has more holes in it zen an Acme parachute, und I figure it's got to have somesink important under at least vone. Also, I didn't- shut up. I heard vat he said. I don't care vat he said. I am tryink to not die here!" Red frowned, looked at the rest of the group, and raised an eyebrow. "Vat? Did I suddenly grow a moustache ven I vasn't lookink?"

Did you get the gun? You're going to need the gun. Of course he's going to need the gun, idiot. You can just assume that he knows already. I'm not an idiot, you troglodyte. I'm not a troglodyte, you knuckle-dragger. I'm not a knuckle-dragger, you- BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP, NOW! Fine. Sheesh. Red sighed, readied his gun, and walked into a wall. "VERDAMMT!

(, , not Red's please) Ignoring the idiot, Red stood up and searched around for his bag. If it was here, he could use the... things... inside it to give himself some light and something to defend himself with. And he was going to have to defend himself. Something was inherently not right here. He could just feel it, and it was setting his teeth on ed- WHAP! "Oh, zere's my bag!"

So, what's even going on here? Is it we post, you post? Or is it like a solo RP for the whole time?

fuggen Why do I always miss the fun stuff?

Don't wake up. But- No, I'm serious. I know you don't usually listen to my advice, which isn't blisteringly smart of you, but this is important.You do not want to wake up right now. If you wake up, things are going to get a whole lot worse. Well, maybe I do want to wake up! How about that? I warned you. Don't blame me for this. Red Alert woke up. His buddy was right. It was dark, and he had a headache. A big headache. It was dark. What was it that had happened? Had he flown off the handle again? His buddy didn't have that exceptionally annoying self-satisfied tone that meant he'd gone on a rampage and killed somebody, so that was out. He probably wasn't going to be paid once he got back from... whatever it was he had been doing when he got here. He definitely wouldn't have gone to such a stupid, twisted, dark place on his own, right? Right??

@ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXT2Y5o8-mw

HERE WE GO!

@, I'm not your baby, I'm the creepy uncle who makes double entendres when you're around, banking on naivety.

Time to get BUTTMAD! (I'll stick Red in this one.)

@, I never wanted you to post one at a time! I'm getting assloads of notifications, and they're just you posting over and over! It annoys me!

RASCAL. STOP. I DON'T LIKE GETTING THIS MANY NOTIFICATIONS WHEN I DON'T HAVE TO.

HOUSE EVERFREE, EVERFREE FOREST EASTERN QUADRANT, 1653 HOURS, STANDOFF What the... how did you... I thought- No, no, shut up. It's hard enough to concentrate visout you talkink as vell. Just listen, as difficult as zat may be for you. But- Shush! Anyvay, here's ze deal. I am no longer, in ze strictest sense of ze word, alive. You know ze sayink, "don't eat anysink bigger zen your head"? Vell, apparently zat also goes for energy fields. Zo, now I'm sort of on a few planes of reality at vonce, vhich is very good for vatchink television but not so much for actually goink around doink normal schtuff. Und zere's zis tentacley-faced sing livink down ze hall from me who keeps havink people over, und zey always play music too loud. Anyvay. You'd better get used to zis, because I'm here forever. ...Can I talk now? Yes. I'd like to say I'm surprised. Really I would. But this seems like exactly the sort of thing you would do just to get on my nerves. ... ... ...Lovely veather ve're havink. I'm not going to be able to do anything about this, am I? Nope. Good sing ve're best friends. That's debatable. And with that, Standoff set off again for Tree-Tops, absentmindedly humming a funeral march. (I make my own character interaction when I get too bored.)

Or something to that effect.

Wow, it's like my special talent is derailing threads.

@, don't you mean You-Escaped-From-A-Vagina day?

Journal entry no. 556 Well, there's good news and bad news. The good news is not only am I not dead, but I've also been accepted as a member of the House. The bad news is I've been feeling pretty off ever since I left. I swear there's someone trying to, I don't know, talk to me. Like, whenever I set up a fire to scare off whatever's been trying to track me, it seems like someone's sitting across from me, trying to tell me something. Whatever. More later. HOUSE EVERFREE, EVERFREE FOREST EASTERN QUADRANT, 1651 HOURS, STANDOFF Standoff put away his journal and sighed. It didn't make sense. Why drug someone who's, all things considered, on your side? Maybe the Wilder's pet shamans had their own agenda? Either way, this was getting to be a problem. Standoff had caught himself looking over his shoulder more than once. If something did manifest, he'd have to pay even more attention to his surroundings to compensate- And with that, Standoff got the worst headache he'd ever had, but that wasn't the important part. The important part was the voice. Hello? Bravo tvo-niner, come in, zis is Hailfire Actual. Zis sing on?

@, RASCAL! You KNOW you can mention more than one person per post, right?

I'm in. Shinedown is a good band. DO NOT LET ME DOWN. (OCs in signature)

You got pretty sarcastic. Are you normally that sarcastic?

@@AnonBrony, okay, okay, calm 'er down. Never mind.

@@AnonBrony, wanting to meet someone does not constitute wanting to run off on an adventure with them. I'm looking for character interaction, nothing more. And I don't really like time-skipping, so...

@@AnonBrony >2012+1 >Not realizing that "travelling" means he could be basically anywhere ishygddt