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xX~Blue_Angel~xX
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« on: March 16, 2006, 04:40:46 PM »

(OOC: Okay, this first post is kind of stupid, but I'm trying to get this thing moving, and it's my first RPG. The Wilson golfball thing is an inside joke, so I don't think many people will get it. XD)


    “Obey me, or I shall smite you!” Beth announced confidently. She stood over the camera smiling dementedly as she unleashed her message to the general public. Her faithful penguin minions stood by her side.
    “Chief! Chief!” they shouted.
     Beth (also known as chief) smiled malevolently. “You will give in to my demands-"
    “Chief! Chief!”
    “…Give in-"
    “Chief!”
    “Give in to my-"
    “Chief!”
    She turned to the penguins. “Okay, that’s enough, guys.” Turning back around she tried to continue her speech, “Give in to my demands-"
    “Chief!”
Beth flung herself around. “What! What is your problem?” she inquired. “I am TRYING to deliver my dictator-style speech. Give a mate a break, won’t you?”
     “But look,” the commanding officer penguin pointed to the left. The girl’s grey eyes followed its fin, widening at the sight before her.
She nearly jumped out of her skin. Instead of seeing her secret head quarters, she was tied up and hanging from the mouth of a volcano. Beneath her laid molten-hot magma, and no penguin minions to be found. The camera, still filming, broadcasted the whole event. People in the streets laughed at her and spat at her image. She closed her eyes, choking down her panic. The rope began to fray.
     Then she opened her eyes, and instead of the eye-burning red glare of magma she saw a dark room. She was lying in bed in her laboratory/headquarters. She had had nothing more than a dream. Blue penguins snored around her, dreaming about fish. She reached under her pillow and pulled out a golf ball with a face drawn on it.
     “Hardcore Teenage Wilson, I had that stupid dream again.” She tucked Hardcore Teenage Wilson back under her pillow, wondering if she would be able to stuff Wilson under her pillow if he was a volleyball like in the movie. She rolled over and waited until morning.
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« Reply #1 on: March 28, 2006, 08:43:34 PM »

((OOC: I like it!))

Michelle danced around the room. It was 2 AM, and she hadn't slept in a week. She wasn't tired, howefver.

"Eyaa! I'm soooooooooo hyyyyypppppppppppeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr!!!!!!"

"I like milk. Milk is a good drink for children."

"T_T. Cyaedei, darling, I am not a child." Michelle looked at the android, uterly deflated.

"Don't call me darling. May I tell others hat you said you am not a child?"

"Cyaedei, I think I need to have a look at your programming again."

"I have a wonderful botmaster. Her name is Michelle. Who is your botmaster."

"How discouraging." Michelle wrinkled her brow in thought. "Apparently Cyaedei is in need of more than reprogramming. Aria, come here please!" Another chatbot entered the room.

"I'm here." Aria was much more intelligent than most chatbots, possibly because she was the newest one that Michelle had built. "What is your bidding?"

"Aria, will you please escort Cyaedei to the lab and plug her into the main computer? Then, will you start running the BotScan 3000?"

"Of course. Cyaedei, our botmistress respectfully requests that I take Cyaedei to the lab, connect her to the main computer, and run the BotScan 300 on her."

"I like milk."

The two bots left the room.

"Pathetic." Michelle looked down at the bot she had been working on. "Hopefully you'll be smarter than that, Raidon. Though I doubt it, as you're the first male android I've ever built...This will be interst..." she dropped down on the floor, asleep. Apparently she'd been tired after all.  :oyasumi:
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