Darcs

Get Educated

Your first mistake was assuming knowledge existed.

Choose your own adventure.

Um...alright. I blacked out 5 times. Is RAPPER an acronym?

@UltikanaRe

Nah, just poking fun at how in the original pokemon some words were just spelled in ALLCAPS for no reason.

Wu Tang Clan ain't nuttin to fuck wit

@Whiskers

You know how it do tho can't even beef

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

Oh, I know, he could be a special guest like the Harlem Globetrotters. Yes. Oreo would be cast as all of the Harlem Globetrotters. Which is definitely racist to say. On an even more tangential note, I am going to post tomorrow. I just had an unfortunate familial death and have to attend to the affairs for the rest of this week, so I might not be able to post again until Friday or later. Just letting you beautiful monsters know.

@Tenish the Mighty

Do you remember that one crossover episode they did with Johnny Bravo? And like, he and Velma ran into each other and they both lost their glasses and apparently Johnny literally can't see without his glasses. I think you see where I'm going with this. Orion is obviously Red Herring, that ginger kid from the cult show, 'A Pup Named Scooby Doo,' But really, I'm sorry for your loss. I hope you're doing okay.

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

pain is beauty

@Klaudus

<obligatory Chelsea Wolfe reference>

I couldn't stop my hands... Mary and August in The Case of the Infatuated Skull.

@Spawnling

Duuuuuuuude. Noice. --Everyone's cartoons in my head now

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

I absolutely disagree. Space Jam is one of the best movies out there.garbage movies are like twilight, 50sog, and avatar from shamalamadingdong. Space Jam was a one of a kind masterpiece where animated and live action was put together to form this bitchin' story.

@Carantathraiel

See! I can't even tell if you're being serious or not!

The Dust

*clears throat and adjusts tie* @Darcs, I sorta pictured him as more of the rugged wanderer than the crazed wildman or vaguely ethnic sex-offender, but I suppose that's up to interpretation :P

@Callthecops

I'm big enough to admit it-- The similarity is based entirely off the beards. I see beards and I'm like 'that guy looks just like that other guy with the beard' It's becoming a real problem @Aeonumbra

The Dust

I would have kiked to see your take on an unmasked alex darcs. Should find those again :)

@Aeonumbra

I will! I still need to edit in some more Castalia clan pics, plus it's also kinda just nice to see the art some people are capable of producing. I used to think Deviant Art was this hellscape where sonic fancharacters went to die, and I guess that's kind of true, but it's also got this genuine talent that you can just literally just SCROLL past. Now that I think about it, I guess people probably hold the same opinion about websites like this... Huh. Stuff to think about, I guess. But yeah, will find!

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

To be fair Space Jam is garbage, it's just garbage everyone likes because everyone else knows it's garbage.

Choose your own adventure.

rapping pocket monsters

- An image of a man repping the WEST SIDE crowned with BEATS BY DRE appears. Dre : Hello there! Welcome to the world of HIP-HOP! My name is DRE! People call me the DOCTOR OF RAP! * - An image of an Ice Cube appears. Dre : This world is inhabited by creatures called RAPPERS! For some people, RAPPERS are pets. Others use them for fights. Myself... I study RAPPERS as a profession. Dre : Now, before your journey can begin, I need to know are you a BITCH or a NIGGA?

BITCH

Dre : AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! * - DR. DRE appears to be LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF. Dre : Ok! BITCH, Which SIDE do you REP?

EAST

Dre : Ok! Select your CHARACTER.

RZA

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

GZA

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

Old Dirty Bastard

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

Ghostface Killah

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

Raekwon

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

Method Man

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

Red Man

* - DR. DRE would like to BATTLE * - The LIQUID SWORDS unite the WU * - The WU-TANG CLAN BRINGS DA RUCKUS * - DR. DRE becomes CREAM * - YOU WIN!

Roc NATION

* - UGHHHHH

MF DOOM

* - This isn't even a fair fight * - DOOM, you're like Diogenes, you always win, go home, it's no fun with someone who can't be beat here

WEST

* - YOU WIN A HOLLOW VICTORY

MIDWEST

Dre: Are you EMINEM?

YES

Dre: My NIGGA. Have you killed that BITCH KIM yet?

YES

Dre: The EM I know would never kill KIM the BITCH! * - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - GAME OVER

NO

Dre: The EM I know already killed KIM the BITCH! * - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - GAME OVER

NO

* - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - GAME OVER

SOUTH (BEST SIDE)

* - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - YOU WIN THOUGH, BECAUSE THE SOUTH WILL RISE AGAIN

POR QUE NO LATINO AMERICANO

Dre : Because I can SEE that you aren't ANA TIJOUX * - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - GAME OVER

N-nippon?

Dre : Oh Shit! OUTSIDER is that you?

SURE

Dre : I'm so glad you finally noticed me s-senpai! * - GAME OVER

NAH

Dre : Then what are you doing in my HOUSE?

That is a good question

* - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - GAME OVER

I don't know!

* - DRE and Ice Cube bust a CAP in your ass * - GAME OVER * - IS THE GAME EVER REALLY OVER MAN?

I'm your biggest fan (lie)

Dre : I thought motherfuckers had forgot about DRE! * - DRE is flattered * - You leave DRE's house without getting WASTED * - That's winning right?

YES

* - WRONG * - GAME OVER

NO

* - You're right, it isn't. * - There is no victory to be had, only early death and late death. The rewards we satisfy ourselves with before being taken by The Pale Horseman's touch are but an imitation of a catharsis we may never truly have. There are numb lives hugged by death and fulfilling lives hugged by death. * - Please try to have a good day. I hope your life is fulfilling. * - You're doing your best. Please don't feel bad. You are a worthwhile human being and I'm proud of you. * - And hey? Thanks for playing. I know I don't know you, but I love you. * - GAME OVER * -

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE QUIRKY GAME ABOUT RAPPERS

* - I CLOSE MY EYES AND SEIZE IT * - I CLENCH MY FIST AND BEAT IT * - I LIGHT MY TORCH AND BURN IT * - I AM THE BEAST I WORSHIP * - RAAAHHH RAAAAAHHHHHH RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH * - I STAY NOIDED. I'VE SEEN FOOTAGE.

NO, it's MC SNIPER

Dre : Oh shit! SNIP! You're a real hero and a real human bean * - You are now MC SNIPER. * - I GUESS YOU WIN(?).

OUTSIDER is from Korea you fucking pleb

Dre : ... * - DRE has hung his head in shame. * - DRE ran away crying. * - YOU HAVE WON THE WEST.

NIGGA

Dre : Ok! Are you a REAL NIGGA?

Yes

Kendrick Lamar : Ok. * - GAME OVER???

No

* - Ice Cube busts a CAP in your ASS. * - You have blacked out like a little BITCH. * - GAME OVER.

I'm White

Dre : As white as the yayo I snorted off your mom's titties? * - You just got BURNED by DRE * - You don't have any BURN HEAL * - You have blacked out like a little BITCH. * - GAME OVER.

Warning; it's really bad

Oakenheim (Modern Supernatural RP)

"Mary, please." Mary felt as Kanoa's hand lightly brushed against her own, her hands were soft, similar to the fleeting purple haze that hung in the air. Perhaps it was the unexpected touch that slowed her down, that mundane sensation of a slight connection made with another human being that filled Mary's numbed senses to a climax they hadn't reached in what, in that instant, felt like eons, lifetimes. Like it was an organic pleasure that had been denied her by forces unseen, but in that microsecond, that permanent quantum point in space-time, they had fucked up. A bunch of high schoolers getting together to talk about ghosts hadn't been part of their plans. That was silly. Still. The cool tingling phantom touch of Kanoa's hand remained. Had it really been that long since she had touched someone else? That couldn't be it-- she touched plenty of people! She hugged her mother all the time! She was a groupie, she went to concerts! She might not have actively sought out the touch of others as her peers might had, but it was certainly present. What was it then, that made this human contact fill her with the oddest sense of ecstasy? It wasn't planned. It wasn't something she had accounted for. In a life, filled with miraculously random events that felt completely planned and numbing, leading only to an unsatisfying early grave. This was the first event in recent memory that had reminded her that she was... alive. In the violet fogged darkness of her mind, voices, masculine and feminine, seemed to whisper something she couldn't make out; 'You are impure.' Alright. It was pleasant. Incredibly so. The moment hung, her brain had to fire off so many chemical impulses at once that time dilated to feel like an entire existence could pass it through. Why? Did Mary just had a thing for Asian women? Smoke was clearing, much faster than usual-- a shrieking laugh, she could almost feel his horns as he spoke; 'An impure whore, you should make her yours.' Nah. It didn't matter. She desperately wanted to feel it again, so much so she almost wanted to reach out and grab Kanoa's hand as time seemed to resume, just to feel the firing of the thousands of neurons again. It was something so very painfully overlooked and normal and completely new to her. As her other senses caught up with reality, however, Mary was able to stop herself. She was back home, Mom was cooking something, she seemed to breath a sigh of relief as the stove hissed with a stir-fry; 'That's Mommy's good little girl, save yourself for mother.' Shit, dude. That was new. Time was back! Or, Mary's perception had returned to the same rate of temporal perception as it had been moments before the Touch. Kanoa had already gently confiscated the blunt for Mary's vicegrip when she checked back in. Cory, in a display of courage that the Hero of Time himself would envy, slid past Mary. She recognized him, he was one of the hot guys in one or two of her classes-- and the other guy, the one with the eye patch, she recognized him. Because eye patch. Mary couldn't help but laugh a little inside, 'Your mom.' Ha. His expression was priceless. She deprived them of her focus, though, instead investing all in Kanoa. Mary allowed her expression to become neutral as she observed Kanoa; she moved fluidly, as if rehearsed, and she spoke with a similar practiced elocution, if not slightly unsure. She had put out her blunt. Mary practically hung on each word she said, internalizing the more serious implications, beyond being hexed by a mere brush of hands. "M-my herbs..." She still allowed herself to mourn the loss of her herbal perfection. It had just the right combination of... everything... and it was rolled so pro era. RIP in pieces, joint-01. "You didn't even give it a chance to become a roach..." She muttered, mere seconds after Kanoa had finished. She became downcast in mourning, lamenting the fact that she didn't have a 40 to pour out for the loss of her kingdom plantae homies. She shook her head, "Gone too soon..." For the first time since Big Boss had barged in, her eyes rested upon the crumpled up note. Quickly crouching down, she retrieved it. Huh. It was odd. It was the same note she had gotten, but different, in a way. It hadn't been doctored. This raised many questions for Mary, this whole experience was beginning to do that. It was curious... "Spooky ghosties, missing people, and bathing in the blood of the beast..." Mary caught August's looked and returned it with a weak smirk of her own. She returned her attention to the note while August continued to speak. For Mary, it seemed her 'Maybe' had become a lazy 'Sure' her interest was piqued, for one reason or another. She listened to Azalea Banks and Witch House, smoked herbs for their Voodoo traits, and hung out in graveyards. This type of creepy shit was right up her alley. Mary could swear she felt some... energy? Curiouser and curiouser... also fucking silly. "And besides, we can use this as a little bonding trip so the folks who decided to avoid answering anything about themselves can open up or choose to leave." #shotsfired "So, on top of all the other questions, where exactly is the spot he went missing from?" "I think..." Mary spoke up, in a not quite deadpan voice, "...I think remember seeing something about it in last week's paper? Like, if that doesn't work we could also just talk to his parents?" Mary shrugged, pulling off her headphones in the process, "I'm not..." she pulled out another blunt, now known as joint-02, "I'm not exactly sure what I am? In regards to seeing the ghosts I visit at the graveyard..." She lit the blunt, "I know I don't have any special ability. But like..." Her glare went from August and the newly formed club to Kanoa, "I've always felt this darkness, like this really intense presence-- it's been eating away at me for as long as I can remember, just present, growing inside and outside around me, and..." "And..." Mary's voice began to crack, her eyes held glimmers of genuine fear, and for the first time since she had entered the room, her voice carried a sincerity with it, "It wants control. Absolute control. Of me and the direction my life goes in. And I'm so scared of it, it wants me. It wants me and it wants to kill me. And I am so scared of death by this thing." She allowed herself to be completely vulnerable to this group of strangers, "They... It... I don't know, but it's always just out of my view, just enough to stay hidden in my smoke. My Mom gets mad if I talk about it, and I can't talk to anyone else about it..." Mary sighed in closing. She felt a relief at getting that all out. She felt a certain catharsis. Mary took advantage of the silence to begin puffing out more purple smoke. "Anyway," She started again, "This does seem like the pilot episode of some 90's sitcom about a ragtag group of kids who solve fringe crimes. Or something. I'm in. Unless you guys are racists. I don't fuck with racists." She had already begun pacing around the room again, as she stopped, she blew a stream of smoke on Jackson. "What? It's laced with lavender. It helps purify the body and remove bad spirits from the air! You're welcome!"