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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[ 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. ]
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Um, duh, I seriously can't believe you don't know, and it sounds about as intimidating as "dudebro."
And... yeah. Because you sound like an idiot. Who gives a shit about your feelings? If you can't stand losing grow a thicker skin, God.
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I have very thick skin asshole. It's scaley, even.
[ He is completely just fucking around. Nothing hurt his feelings, he's just being a complete moron. ]
And how am I supposed to know SHIT about Earth culture. I assume it's earth anyways. When I didn't grow up in it?? I'm kind of clearly. Not a fucking human.
Insult my intelligence all you want. But I think it says more about YOU!! To assume. That some non human dude. Is just. Dumb for not knowing stuff. He could never know otherwise.
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I didn't insult your intelligence before, dumbass. Stop projecting on me, I'm not your goddamn movie screen.
...OOH! NEW RULE! Anyone who steps in the Silver Screen Zone has to speak only in impressions.