Caliborn (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scaremonger) wrote2014-04-07 03:56 am
scaremonger) wrote2014-04-07 03:56 am
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[ VIDEO ]
[ And here's Caliborn today, addressing the network with a video post. It is pointed at him in true myspace fashion. Those angles flatter EVERYONE, ok, even if you're an angry green skull monster.
He really doesn't look pleased though, and his vaguely British androgynous whiny voice reflects that as well. ]
Everyone's making annoying icky gross posts. All sentimental and shit. Like. Who cares man. No one does. Fuck your emotional shit.
Let's talk about something cool instead.
I had an idea. A GREAT idea. And. It starts like. "Do you want to play a game". Yeah?? You do? Great. You don't? Fuck your shit. We're doing this my way. We're playing a game. Whether you like it or not.
The twist, though. That's the fun part. For me. And also for you. Which makes it an especially shitty twist. Because. Only the bad guy-- ME-- is supposed to benefit?? Wow. Who saw that dilemma coming. I sure didn't!
I am so fucking bored here. There's only so much crappy self-insert fanfic you can read. In a single day. Or week. Or lifetime. So. We're going to play a game of your choosing. Teach me some cool games. All of you preferably. And we're going to play that shit. Spin that record babe? You dig.
Bring your board game of choice. Or cards. Or something that doesn't suck. But tryyyy not to bring something obvious. Like. Connect Four. Or fucking Snakes and Ladders. ESPECIALLY not chess. Checkers would be alright though.
[ Totally derailed himself tho. He'd honestly be fine with any game, he just wants to try NEW whacky and weird shit from other worlds. ]
Bring that to me in the DINING ROOM!
[ SPAM ]
[ And this asshole will be found at one of the big ass tables in the dining hall for most of today. He's probably eating something disgusting and entirely raw, or maybe chowing down on sugary delights. Either way, he's waiting around for someone to show up.
Even if you're here for entirely unrelated reasons, he'll probably wave you down. Provided you're alone, anyways. ]
[ And here's Caliborn today, addressing the network with a video post. It is pointed at him in true myspace fashion. Those angles flatter EVERYONE, ok, even if you're an angry green skull monster.
He really doesn't look pleased though, and his vaguely British androgynous whiny voice reflects that as well. ]
Everyone's making annoying icky gross posts. All sentimental and shit. Like. Who cares man. No one does. Fuck your emotional shit.
Let's talk about something cool instead.
I had an idea. A GREAT idea. And. It starts like. "Do you want to play a game". Yeah?? You do? Great. You don't? Fuck your shit. We're doing this my way. We're playing a game. Whether you like it or not.
The twist, though. That's the fun part. For me. And also for you. Which makes it an especially shitty twist. Because. Only the bad guy-- ME-- is supposed to benefit?? Wow. Who saw that dilemma coming. I sure didn't!
I am so fucking bored here. There's only so much crappy self-insert fanfic you can read. In a single day. Or week. Or lifetime. So. We're going to play a game of your choosing. Teach me some cool games. All of you preferably. And we're going to play that shit. Spin that record babe? You dig.
Bring your board game of choice. Or cards. Or something that doesn't suck. But tryyyy not to bring something obvious. Like. Connect Four. Or fucking Snakes and Ladders. ESPECIALLY not chess. Checkers would be alright though.
[ Totally derailed himself tho. He'd honestly be fine with any game, he just wants to try NEW whacky and weird shit from other worlds. ]
Bring that to me in the DINING ROOM!
[ SPAM ]
[ And this asshole will be found at one of the big ass tables in the dining hall for most of today. He's probably eating something disgusting and entirely raw, or maybe chowing down on sugary delights. Either way, he's waiting around for someone to show up.
Even if you're here for entirely unrelated reasons, he'll probably wave you down. Provided you're alone, anyways. ]
[spam]
But he's also fucking stupid so he interprets the greeting as... well. Something else entirely. ]
You're supposed to say MARCO first. I've never gone swimming. And even I know that much.
[ Then he gets a proper look at Megamind. He focuses in on the size of his head, the fact that he's blue "like water", and floors the metaphorical gas pedal on his figurative car. ]
Are you a jelly fish man. Haa haa haa, oh wow. That'd. Make this ironic. A man who used to live in the sea. Getting the basics of a sea game wrong??? Fucking classic.
Re: [spam]
[ Megamind tilts his head, looking back at the brainbots carting his games. ]
THEY look like jelly fish. And I said 'ollo'. I'm called Megamind.
[spam]
No. I think you're DEFINITELY a jelly fish man. And I think you fucked up Marco Polo real bad. It's okay, though. Amateur mistake. Now you know. I win the first game.
Are your feelers masquerading as that hair on your chin.
[spam]
I am already bored with your pathetic insults.
You want my collection of awesome games or not, small green man?