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7 yrs ago
Current Now that I have given up video games I should have a lot more time to RP now. I'm sure that I'm not the first person to have declared this but hopefully I won't be the last.
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7 yrs ago
To all those who are awaiting a post from me I'm sorry. I have no excuses. I expect the very best from myself and frankly that kind of pressure brings about some major procrastination.
7 yrs ago
I very well may be the worst fps player the world has ever known.
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7 yrs ago
Has anyone heard of this Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen guy? They say he's number one.
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7 yrs ago
Alright, no more screwing around. I have to get started on my various projects. I can't let another week go by with nothing done. Lady France awaits and I'm not getting any younger.
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I guess this is where I explain myself.

All I can say is that my existence is an endless void occasionally interrupted by passing flashes of light.
Interlaced with a little randomness here and there to, ya know, keep things interesting.


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Um yea my college called strike and I'm trying to get my shit in order incase my profs do walk, I'm waiting on @Naril but my own sheet will be delayed here boys. Apologies, god I love unions :3


That's quite alright old chum. You just keep fighting the good fight.
In Alphabet Game 7 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
Kratos (God of War)
Rolo hugged Corinne back tightly. What he said to Corinne, he meant every word of it. Of how he felt like he could do anything with her by his side. He loved her more than anything and he felt that he could never say it enough. Such a perfect moment was ruined by the ringing of that obnoxious school bell. Rolo released himself from Corinnes embrace with a jolt.

"I guess I will see ya around little lady. And don't worry, we'll figure somthin out. Just don't stop believin in me alright?" asked Rolo quite shyly.
Rolo shook his head ruefully. "No can do sweet thing. All those other smaller groups are long gone. It's just the Turbos and the Slicks now. Those damn Slicks. If it wasn't for them..." Rolo ended with a momentary pause.

"Ya see Corinne, it was the Slicks who wanted the "high life" that the Old Royals offered more than anyone else. They wanted it so bad that they completely disregarded the original purpose of the Rebel Sharks and broke away. Of course this caused a chain reaction that splintered the whole group. But it was us Salt Bay Turbos that remained loyal to the spirit of our rebellion. After the group or "movement" broke apart it was obvious that the old spirit was lost. And so those of us who were still loyal thought it dishonest and downright disrespectful to keep the name of the Rebel Sharks. That's why we call ourselves the Salt Bay Turbos." explained Rolo.

"The Slicks were so far up the Old Royals asses that the only time they ever saw daylight was when a Royal took a dump. Ironically though, that shit didn't work out too well for em. The Old Royals used them as free muscle for hire but that never once made any of em a Royal. The Salt Bay Turbos though, we stayed true to who and what we were. Because of this the people still considered us the heroes that the Rebel Sharks used to be. And so in the end, it was us that the Old Royals favoured more than those slimy Slicks." said Rolo rather smugly.

"But we weren't so heroic either. We took up the Old Royals offer of greater loyalty in exchange for both greater popularity and access to the high life, as well as the end to the class struggle of course. To top it all off, we were going to stick it to those Slicks bastards for being such greedy little pussy ass bitches. It seemed too good to be true. By that time though we were so blinded by our lust for revenge that we forgot that the Slicks used to be fellow Rebel Sharks as well. That they struggled alongside us from the very beginning. Greed and vengeance man, those things will fuck you up." said Rolo gravely.

"We've been at war with the Slicks ever since. Luckily for us, those Slicks bastards were not as strong as us. But still, with everything goin on lately, I dunno." said Rolo nervously.

"So the original Salt Bay Turbos were the lapdogs of the Old Royals for a while. So taken in were we by the glamour of the Old Royals that we became the very thing the Rebel Sharks vowed to destroy. The oppressive social hierarchy was back but this time, it was being enforced by us. The kids of this school once more lived in fear. Extreme bullying was once again committed by the Old Royals without consequence. Luckily though it didn't take long for us to join the dots. And so we waited until the Old Royals had complete faith in us and until we were at the height of our own power and influence. At long last we all said "fuck it" and just plumb decided to stop doing their dirty work. Of course it caught those Old Royal assholes off guard but there was not a thing they could do about it. We had them by the balls this time. Despite all the shit we did for them, we still had the respect of the people back from the Rebel Shark days. We threatened to start a new rebellion if they continued to pull their bullshit. Such a thing made them wet themselves of course." explained Rolo.

"So everyone said "fuck it" and the whole thing just fell apart. The Old Royals stopped their extreme bullying campaigns of the "untouchable" kids after they broke apart and us Salt Bay Turbos just chilled the fuck out and did our own thing. At long last, there was peace at Salt Bay High. That was, until this recent bullshit with Charles." said Rolo with obvious frustration in his voice.

"I said I will tell you baby girl so here it is, the truth about us Salt Bay Turbos. The truth is that we do not want to be a gang. That we only stayed a gang because of the Slicks and the lingering evil of the Old Royals. I suppose Chet wanted to destroy the one last person that could bring about the rise of the New Royals in one fell swoop. But it turned out that Charles is the sneakiest motherfucka of all. He turned that desire against us. We've failed the memory of the Rebel Sharks. We fell into a trap so deep that....." said Rolo woefully.

He was suddenly struck with the shame of it all. New tears began to well up in his eyes. He tried not to cry this time, but some tears still ran down his face.

"Slow down Corinne baby. I haven't gotten to the kicker yet." Rolo said happily.

"Just like what happened with the Salt Bay Turbos, the Old Royals approached them with a deal. One that promised them more than they dared to dream of. And just like us, it proved to be their downfall. Lookin back on things now, it was stupid of us to try the same shit as they did. But we were so far up our own asses. We thought we were too smart to let Charles get the best of us like that. I guess that ain't true after all." Rolo said in a more serious tone.

Anyways, the Old Royals wanted to end the feud. To let bygones be bygones. They allowed anyone to attend their fancy parties and hang out on their massive yachts if they wanted to. They even allowed some kids to become Royals themselves if they were cool and good looking enough. They offered the high life to anyone who wanted it. Such a deal was too good to be true. Sadly, it was. Those royals are such sneaky fucks, I'll give em that." explained Rolo.

"The sneaky part came later. When they slowly but surely put restrictions on who could become a fellow Royal and who can hang and stuff. Eventually, this caused a divide in the Rebel Sharks. The two biggest groups that formed within the super group were the Slicks and the Salt Bay Turbos." revealed Rolo.
"They were only as scary as they had to be Corinne baby. And believe me, they had to be really freakin scary back then." answered Rolo.

"No little lady, they weren't bad guys. In fact, they were the opposite. They were the heroes. They were everyones heroes actually. Their struggle against the cruel elitist snobs of this town inspired so many people. Baby you have no idea. The shit they got up to. I can spend all day tellin you about how they stuck it to the man. They even had the royals shakin in their boots at times. The chaos they spread in the school, man." said Rolo enthusiastically.

"You wanna know the coolest thing about em Corinne? Anyone could join their gang. Just as long as you hated those snobby Royals that is. They united people of all different types. That shit is huge around here." Rolo explained reverently.

"They stuck it to the Royal whenever they could, any any way they could think of. It was like a prank explosion, but with the Royals as the only victims. Pretty soon, ain't nobody was afraid of em anymore. People were free to be whoever they liked and hang with whoever they wanted. It was more than that Corinne, everyone became friends. It was truly the funnest and coolest time to be at this school. I just wish I was old enough to be around when it all went down. Sadly though, the Royals ruined it all, as usual." said Rolo.

He hugged Corinne even closer now. He loved this story. Waxing nostalgic always put him in a good mood.
Rolo chuckled to himself before replying to Corinnes earnest request. That was another thing he loved about Corinne, how genuinely sweet and easily impressed she was. Story time with her was starting to become one of his favourite pass-times. Right after eating hot-dogs and pancakes. With the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders for just a brief while, he regaled Corinne with the humble origins of the baddest gang in town. It was a story he had never told before. Sure, the events were common knowledge to anyone who had attended Salt Bay High in the past. But never once had Rolo, nor any of the crew for that matter, ever gave an inside account of what transpired during such a turbulent time in the schools history. Corinne had no idea how much of an honour was being bestowed upon her at the time. Only someone who had joined the gang as a fellow brother would be made privy to what Rolo was about to tell her. As far as Rolo was concerned though, Corinne was a Salt Bay Turbo. He dared not say it though. Not until everything was made official first.

"Do you know the kids that were picked on all the time? The ones that the rich snobs preyed on that nobody gave a damn about? They got together to form the first youth gang in Sea Salt Bay. They were truly the baddest of the bad. True rebels in every sense of the word. Us Salt Bay Turbos ain't nothin compared to those guys. And those guys were...." Rolo paused dramatically before continuing.

"The Rebel Sharks!" Rolo announced with as much gravitas as he could muster.

"I don't think you would've heard of em baby girl. Ain't nobody talks about em anymore. The rich snobs or "The Royals", as they like to call themselves, they would love it if everyone forgot about em. But us Salt Bay Turbos, we keep their memory alive! At least, we used to." said Rolo with reverence.

"Aww, that's sweet." Rolo replied whilst he hugged Corinne back.

She was as warm and as soft as ever. Rolo missed her hugs, more than Corinne realised. He wished that they never ended. That they could just sit beneath the fir tree and just hug for the rest of the day. The warmth of Corinnes soft body combined with the subtle subtle scent of her perfume was like heaven for Rolo. But alas, her embrace ended as quickly as it began.

"You don't have to worry about me Corinne baby. Like I said, as long as you're by my side, anything is possible. I'm sure the fellas and I will come up with a plan eventually. Thanks for cheering me up though. You made me feel so much better. I feel like I can fight the world now!" Rolo stated happily.

"But I think you should know the truth about what we really are. About what really happened back in the bad old days that made everything the way it is now. Long before you came to this one horse town. Don't worry sweet thing, it gets better." said Rolo before shooting Corinne a playful wink.
Rolo began to clear his throat. This tale brought back some very fond memories for him. Memories of a much simpler time. A time when being bad merely meant not giving a damn, instead of literally being bad. A time when Rolo felt like he truly belonged. A time before all this petty and manipulative backstabbing. It was a special time for sure. Rolo was more than happy to revisit such a time in his memories. Corinne of all people deserved to know the truth of things.

"Alright little lady. I'm going to give you a little history lesson ya dig?" Rolo announced.

"It all began back in the bad old days. When all there was in this school were a bunch of rich squares who thought that their shit didn't stink. You were either a rich snob or you were nothin. But there was this group of kids who get it the worst. Those kids were the poorer and less able ones. The "retards" as they were often called. Those kids were the untouchables. The lower class of this place. No matter what you did, they could never be accepted here. And the bullying that those kids suffered. Man, the shit that happened back then. Those assholes made Charles the wiener look like a saint in comparison. There were stories Corinne, terrible stories. Stories about kids being bashed by groups for no reason while nearby adults did nothin to stop it. Stories of guys and chicks getting sexually assaulted, and even raped. But still, not a thing was done about it. And do you wanna know why Corinne? It's the oldest reason in the world, money. With money, one had power, and with power, one had control, and when one had control, nothin could stop ya. And let me tell you baby girl, absolute power corrupts absolutely." explained Rolo gravely.

"You gettin it baby girl?" Rolo asked in earnest.

It was quite a lovely day outside. The sun was shining in the clear blue sky. The birds sang and called to and fro with vigour and melody. The slight breeze that cooled the air also carried an unmistakable scent of hydrangeas. Beneath the shade of a fir tree sat both Rolo and Corinne. There they sat, with not another soul in sight. A few stray leaves drifted down onto Rolos head but he cared not. He was just glad that he finally had someone to talk to. It was such a perfect place to talk. It was in a rather vaguely frequented and oft forgotten part of the schoolyard. Nobody dared sit near the window to the teachers lounge. Today was an exception though, for exceptional things were afoot. Rolo let fly his vulnerability with not a care in the world. To him, nothing mattered anymore. The worst scenario imaginable had came to pass. Charles had the ability to boss the Salt Bay Turbos around as much as he liked and now the kids in school have lost all respect for them. Nothing mattered anymore to Rolo. Strangely enough though, he felt at peace with that. Just as long as Corinne was there by his side. Such a revelation gave Rolo more strength than he had ever felt before. For he finally realised for himself that love conquers all.

Rolo explained to Corinne all that had transpired within the gang. About the grand confrontation between Charles and Chet. About the threat of blackmail that hung over all their heads that forced the Turbos to do Charles' bidding. Of how humiliated he felt when he was insulted so harshly by Charles at his manor. Of how downright violated he felt when he knew he couldn't defend himself in any way. Of how truly small he felt when he realised only a few minutes prior that the other students have all lost respect for him and possibly the crew itself. All of it.

"Ya know what Corinne baby? It was never supposed to be like this. That's the thing that upsets me the most. Not what Charles has done but what we let happen. What we let ourselves become." Rolo explained forlornly.

"We were never really an outlaw gang. You knew that right? I mean come on! We're just a bunch of mixed-up high school punks. We have fun but we never took ourselves too seriously. At least, we didn't used to." said Rolo longingly.

"Have I ever told you the story of how the Salt Bay Turbos formed in the first place?" Rolo asked Corinne enthusiastically.
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