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Published: 2014-01-03 05:08:45 +0000 UTC; Views: 2634; Favourites: 13; Downloads: 1
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If you need a dose of Sci-Fi, this error box is for you!
And for reference, here is a quick guide to what will happen for each choice:
Shuttle-Futuristic City
Beam-Space Colony
Pixilization: Alien Planet
And also, all forms of TF can occur here. If there's a type you want or really, REALLY don't want, lemme know.
Update: This error is now CLOSED. No more RPs starting here. Okay? Okay.
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((Hold up. Earlier, you said I sunk it and missed the 7. I'll assume Ron sunk the 7, putting the score at 18-all.))
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(Alright)
He shoots for the ten!
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Oh boy...
((For RPing purposes, let's set the score to beat at 25.))
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Well, you won it, Ron. Good job.
*shakes his hand*
I think I could get used to life like this...
((End? This has been really fun, RPing with you.))
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(If you wish)
"I'm happy to have you, Matt."
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And I'm happy to be here like this.
((Well, if this is the end, we might as well end on a good note...))
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((Bump again.))
What's on the menu here?
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"There's energy drinks in the mini fridge. This is a helicopter, remember?"
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Oh, okay.
*walks over to the fridge and grabs a drink*
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"We're about to take off, so grab a headset."
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Mmkay.
*grabs a headset and examines the drink I grabbed*
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This'll do...
*drinks it*
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It has the same distinct taste all energy drinks seem to have.
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Ah, that tastes good...
*finishes it*
That should hold me until we can get some real food. How close are we?
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"Directly above a few places!"
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"A sports bar, an uber-fancy Italian place, three different fast food chains that all sell the same sh*t..."
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Any fish-&-chips places?
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"Sports bar probably has them."
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Sold... provided I don't get laughed out of there...
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"Half of the people will be too busy watching football to notice, trust me."
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Alright, let's go in. Find a good landing pad, OK?
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"Already have." Ron lands the helicopter in a handicap parking space.
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A few people begin muttering amoungst themselves upon seeing you.
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*mumbles so only he can hear me* Looks like I'm attracting unwanted attention... let's get this to go.
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*still mumbling* Alright. I'll stay with you, though. And can you please not call me Matt? I hate that nickname.
((I seriously detest when people call me "Matt."))
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"Well I can't call you boss."
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Couldn't you call me "Matthew"?
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"I prefer saying short names..."
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Oh, alright...
*walks up to the counter*
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"Would Thew work?"
"Welcome to- what?"
Ron walks in.
"Oh, Mr. Grett." The lady waves. "Is... he with you?"
"Yep, he's a pal. Thew, this is Megs."
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Actually, my name's Matthew. I'm with Ron.
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"Heh, my bad. Megs, Matt. Matt, Megs."
"Megara. Miss Fracie to you, if you don't mind."
Ron sighs. "Must you be so abrasive?"
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Who, me? Well, I tend to nitpick a lot, if that's what you're asking...
Anyways, do you have fish and chips here?
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Cool. I'll take that, and... whatever Ron wants.
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"I'm not your waitress. You don't even have a table yet."
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Oh, sorry. We were going to do a to-go order.
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"We don't do take out. Sorry.
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Oh well.
*starts to walk out*
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"Sorry... He doesn't want to be mocked."
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Yeah, what he said. I don't think I'd exactly fit in here anyways.
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Then I think we'll do that.
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"Alright."
"Le's go, then."
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