TwelveOf8

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

Chet and his accompanying crew members began to hear what sounded like some people yelling off in the distance. As they drew closer to the end of the short woodland trail, the yelling became louder and unmistakable. The yelling was accompanied by a cacophony of metal clanging noises.

"What in the actual fuck." said Chet breathlessly.

As they reached the end of the trail to Lovers Haven, they were greeted by quite an intimidating sight. The likes of which made Chet himself jump a little in his boots.

"This doesn't look good fellas. Stay close and keep your guard up. These guys don't play fair." Chet warned the other Turbos.

Do any of you build multi RP Universes/Continuities?

I am seriously considering doing this myself. I was a part of a very fun and very original roleplay. It was a comedy/sci-fi about a group of people who traveled the galaxy doing good deeds in the name of the Hendersons Ribs corporation, which is basically the McDonalds of this universe. Their good deeds were rewarded with perks like free ribs or cooler toys and equipment. There was no overarching plot but there was some stuff going on in the background with some villainous characters that could vaguely be connected to the RP players. Kinda like Doctor Gel and Bea from Space Dandy. Sadly though it died four months ago. I think about it from time to time. Wondering, what if. Here's the link to it btw. roleplayerguild.com/topics/158151-int…

My character was a particularly zany one called Fiddlesticks. I was thinking I would like to create a new RP in the Hendersons Ribs universe centered around this character as well as anyone new he meets along the way. It would be about how the Hendersons Ribs team fell apart and how he continued on with his adventures anyway. Same tongue in cheek zany lightheartedness.

I'm sure you're all riveted. Sorry about all this. I guess this was a half anecdote half plug kinda deal. I don't expect anyone to read all of this. I just had fun typing it. n_n

Let's Gush!

I have found an amazing RP partner and we have created an RP that I am hopelessly in love with. It has been going on for six months now with no signs of stopping. Big developments and lots of surprising twists are in the works for the future. I for one am excited. I would mention my RP partner here but she gets embarrassed by compliments. Stay awesome RP community!

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

The small group of Turbos pulled over to the side of the road. A group of bikes of a familiar make were parked there at the fifth hairpin turn. These bikes in particularly were encountered many times before. Never under friendly circumstances though. Chet recognized those bikes immediately as the ones that belonged to the Slicks. Such a sight proved to be both enraging and slightly unnerving for him. The audacity struck him to say the least.

"What the hell are the Slicks doin here!? This is our turf!" yelled Chet as he dismounted his motorcycle.

"Let's go see what's up." Chet announced to the accompanying Turbo members.

And so they set off down the short woodland trail. Their party was only five in number. Many of the Turbos present wondered whether there were enough of them this time around to confront the Slicks. They felt very little anxiety though, for they were with their best fighter. The woodland trail was unusually quiet at the time. It was like a calm before the storm.

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Chet rode through the streets of Sea Salt Bay on that overcast afternoon. The town itself was as alive with activity as ever. Tourists and locals alike ran to and fro between the various stores and restaurants. Lively chatter and laughter accompanied by the music of a few disparate buskers of diverse styles was the soundtrack to the evenings of Sea Salt Bay. Many people thought it a shame that everything closed so early though. But it is a small town after all. No amount of tourist popularity could change that. Some thunder could be heard in the distance. It seemed that there was a storm rolling in. Chet hoped that it would not rain on his way back from Lancaster Manor. Knowing his luck though, it probably would.

The small group of crew members began to ascend the mountain road. It was a road that Chet himself had taken in secret, many times before. The same old birds tweeted their battle cries and love sonnets on the overhanging trees above. All in all, it remained as peaceful and as picturesque as ever.

Up ahead though, near the fifth hairpin turn, he saw them. Their appearance caught Chet completely by surprise.

"What the fuck?" Chet whispered to himself.

"Pull over boys. Looks like we got company." ordered Chet.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Gay of Thrones

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And so another day passed with nary a dramatic incident. Once again, the Salt Bay Turbos avoided each other in the halls of Salt Bay High. Switch and Divo greeted each other whenever they passed one another, but that was it. Rolo and Chet still ignored and avoided each other like the plague. Few people noticed such things though none dared question it. The jury was still out on how powerful the Turbos still were within the school itself. The incident in the cafeteria with Rolo was particularly brazen, but it was not a stunt that most of the other students had the audacity to pull just yet. Chet thought it prudent that they stuck together anyway so as to keep up appearances. Sadly though, there was a little too much bad blood between he and his friends for that to work just yet. Rolo once again sat with Corinne, Ralphie, and Spoon. They spoke at length about various pop culture news and trivia, which Rolo himself thoroughly enjoyed. It put his mind at ease. Switch felt uneasy though, for it was his turn to lead a few of the guys to Lancaster Manor that afternoon.

Current Mood in One Gif

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Fun Fact #6: The great foyer of Lancaster Manor is based off of the design of the foyer in the Spencer mansion in Resident Evil.

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In the middle of the great foyer of Lancaster Manor stood a row of rather tense looking Salt Bay Turbos. Once again, the tailor measured them all one by one. His tape measure pressed up against Divos inner thigh rather unceremoniously. He had never been to a fitting before. But he couldn't imagine a worse introduction to one. He swore that the old mans wrist brushed against his crotch more than a few times. The whole thing was perverse to Divo, even without the crotch brushing. After taking some notes on his little note pad the tailor then began to measurer the inner thigh of his left leg. This time around the tailor brushed a little too forcefully against Divos crotch.

"Hey! What the!" he exclaimed.

"Don't flatter yourself kid. I've been on my feet all day and these old bones ain't gettin any younger." said the tailor.

"Whatever, just take it easy down there." requested Divo.

"Quit your complainin. You're lucky that rich little brat ain't around. He can be one mean son of a bitch." the tailor remarked.

"You got that right old timer. But why work for a piece of shit like that?" inquired Divo.

"Look kid I ain't no saint. The kid pays well and my pension just ain't cuttin it these days." explained the tailor rather defensively.

"I guess I can't fault you too much old timer. It seems that in the end, we all gotta do whatever we can survive." said Divo ruefully.

"You're smarter than you look kid. I'm going to give you the brass buttons." offered the tailor jovially.

"Thanks old timer. I really appreciate it. Where is that rich brat anyway?" asked Divo.

"He's out exercising with your tall fat friend. His uniform is going to be a heck of a lot of work let me tell you." said the tailor.

"Lord knows he needs it." remarked Divo.

The tailor himself let out a loud and breathless sounding laugh. Divo was beginning to like this old man. If only he didn't take an eternity to make a single measurement. Divo surmised though that he did distract the man from his job with pleasant conversation. And so Divo stood as still as a mannequin until the job was done. He couldn't help but worry about Rolo though.

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"You gotta run faster than that fat boy!" yelled Charles from the drivers seat of one of his luxury sedans.

"Yes......sir." replied Rolo between puffs of breath.

Rolo was made to run the mountain road, from the Lancaster Manor down to the town of Sea Salt Bay and back again. The task was quite an arduous one to say the least. The sun was setting on yet another beautiful spring day. The birds in the overhanging trees chirped and tweeted for their lovers and their territory. Truly it was a chaotic yet melodic sound. The view from the mountain itself would have been glorious. Especially with how the sun set over the bay. Unfortunately for Rolo though, he was not in a position to truly appreciate it. He was far too busy being made to torture himself through exercise whilst being tormented by Charles.

Whenever he stopped, Charles threw rotten food at him. It was beyond humiliating and it kinda hurt. Charles seemed to have a good arm on him. But none of it affected Rolo though, for he knew he had the love and support of a very lovely young lady. Every time he thought of Corinne, he couldn't help but smile. Even during Charles' incessant taunts the smile never left his face. The rotten food did hurt a little but he was able to tune that out as well. All he had to do was think about how he and Corinne would get their sweet revenge. How very satisfying it will be after all the torment he will have to endure at the hands of Charles. And so Rolo decided to roll with the punched so to speak and wait for an opening.

"Wipe that smile off of your face you fat tub of shit!" yelled Charles.

"Yes sir." replied Rolo with more levity this time.