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Post by Julieboo on Nov 20, 2006 21:01:02 GMT -5
((OK guys, I know that this isn't the correct way to start a rp, but this is the First-time board isn't it? I have been dying to do this for the longest time. This is the place where you can just let out all the insanity that you've kept bottled up all day. YEAH! INSANITY!!!! OK here goes...))
Mister Oliver Wilbur Salamander was the greatest dermatologist in all the land. He could cure any disease or rash of the skin. He could cure reptile skin, mammal skin, bird skin, fish skin, he could even cure tree bark! But the one thing he couldn't cure was... Giant Carnivorous Boils That Slowly Eat Away At Your Skin And Eventually Kill You Similar To Smallpox But Even More Extreme, also known as GCBTSEAAYSAEKYSTSBEME. (or just Giant Carnivorous Boils, GCB for the purposes of the role play.) Mr. Salamander had searched through all the books of all the greatest dermatologists in search of a clue to the cure, but alas, there seemed to be none. Until one day he was searching through the notes of Madam Hyena (said to be the worlds greatest dermatologist) when he found it. The only thing that could cure the notorious GCB was an enchanted china plate known as the Rooster (don't ask me why...) The journey to the land known as "China" where he could find the mystical china plate was a perilous one, and would take him quite a long time, but Mr. Salamander was determined. He immediately packed up his things, hopped upon a bus and began his long journey to China.
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Nov 23, 2006 18:51:23 GMT -5
((Muahahaha helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nurse!))
Philly was a purple dragon with yellow spots on his chest. Philly couldn't fly or breathe fire. So I suppose you could say he was a Lost Cause, and embarrassment to nature, or just a dodo bird in a dragons form...No? Alright. Philly was very dramatic and didn't like grapes. Philly was also allergic to soy, milk, white meat, dark meat, feathers, pine, Mable, pink spiders, cats, dogs, Guinea pigs ((yes Nia, Ph34)), giraffes, poler, other dragons with warts on their nose, 100% cotton wool sweaters, golf, white boards, red markers, yellow highlighters, magnets, any brass wear that has rusted orange spots and is in the shape of a banana, and of course, Windex. He had many phobias that I'm afraid if I listed them all my computer would crash and Land Of Light would be at its end listing thousand upon thousand of letters that have to do with Philly's phobias. Philly also was afraid of geese and moose for he couldn't get the plural forum of them correct. Now, as Philly was walking very cautiously, careful not to touch the pine sap or the yellow parts of the grass he saw a sheep, careful not to get to close, for he was allergic to wool, as he thought of it, he called from a safe distance "HI!!! LYK HI!!! OMG LYK I TTLY *cough* Hi, I'm Philly, why are you here? And why are you made of wool, I am allergic to wool, I hate you now. Goodbye." But before he could turn, his curiosity, (whom escaped from the safety pad prison from his overly cautious brain) made him stop to see what was going in.
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Post by queenia on Jan 8, 2007 22:56:34 GMT -5
((..............nice. When I said RP, I meant serious, but oh well. Here comes the master. (((And yes, I can do serious. I have been doing serious since I was about 7, but told everyone I was 14. Anyway...))) I'll use Wolfie, I guess. He's my favorite.)) Wolfie was curled up in a pile of leaves, waiting for the sun to peek out from the horizon. From a distance, he appeared a wolf-like wolf who spent all his time doing wolf-like things. Except for one thing: He was pink.
Wolfie's eyelid cracked open as a beam of sunlight struck him. He stood up and shook leaves off himself and thought of more wolf-like things he could do to keep his reputation as a wolf-like wolf. Yes, he was famous among the woods, for his incredible power: His burst of pinkness which could wipe out anything living for miles and miles. But Wolfie did not use his power often, only when he was upset or especially pubescant (which was often).
You see, Wolfie has emotional issues. His mother dumped him in a lake when he was born and a vulture named Freddy saved his life. Wolfie then became an orphan pink wolf. No one knew his breed or how he got his color. The most popular idea was that Wolfie used to be a hippie/punk/pimp and dyed his fur.
But this was not the case. This was a sort of birthmark. His mother hated him and ran away (crying, yes) after she saw him for the first time. Poor Wolfie. But his life was alright.
His burst of pinkness solved many mysteries of the world. All of the UFO sightings have been pieces of his burst of pinkness. Ghosts were as well. In fact, it was nighttime for 2 days in Africa because of his burst of pinkness. But he didn't mind. He was happy with himself (though he couldn't get dates often) and lived quite peacefully in the woods (though all the others were intimidated by the coward).
And that is all we can say on Wolfie. Does he exist in reality? Nobody knows. He remains a mystery to all. So beware, little children. Come back home after dark or else Wolfie's burst of pinkness will knock you out for several hours.
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Post by Julieboo on Jan 11, 2007 18:26:21 GMT -5
Mister O.W Salamandar sat on a rustey old greyhound bus. It was packed. He was squished between an earthworn in a pinstripe suit, an over-talkalative antelope who was wearing too much makeup, and a armadillo wearing one of those ugly swedish overalls that yodelers wear. Mr. Salamandar was trying to explain to the antelope that so much makeup was bad for your skin, when suddenly Mr. S felt something. He felt it deep inside. A strange sensation, like had never felt before... or had he? First he felt squirmey, then twitchey, then he could feel pressure building up inside him... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed "I've been poisoned!" Every strangely dressed animal on the bus gasped. The driver slammed on the brakes. Then suddenly Mr. S recognized the sensation... He had felt it before, but where? What was it? Was it really poison? Then it dawned on him. His face turned beet red. It wasn't poison...
Mr. Salamandar had to crap.
"False alarm." He muttered with a big embarrassed smile. The smile dropped from his face and he turned around, and headed towards the restrooms in the back. The bus was dead silent. Every pair of eyes were on him. He opened the door and quickly shut it behind him. He spent the rest of the bus ride in the quiet solitude of the tiny little bathroom as embarassed as he had ever been in his life.
When he finally got off the bus, he found himself in the middle of a deep dark pine forest in Lesotho (the tiny little country in the middle of south Africa.) Mr. S didn't recall any deep dark pine forests in Lesotho, but aparently there were now. As the bus rumbled away, Mr. S spotted something just beyond the trees... He went to investigate. There, at the edge of a field was a purple dragon! Mr. S had never seen a dragon before and was quite starteld at first, but then remembered that dragons lived in China, well some of them did, and perhaps this dragon knew the fastest way to China... "Excuse me kind sir!" Mr. S called out to the dragon. "Would you happen to know the way to..." His voice trailed off. There in the bushes was the most remarkable thing he had ever seen, a wolf! But not just any wolf... It had pink fur! Never in his entire career as a dermatologist had he encounterd fur of such a wonderful hue! "Dear me!" He exlaimed. You see, Mr. Salamandar was quite dedicated to his field of work and was fascinated by anything that involved skin, he just had to ask... "If you don't mind me asking Mr. Wolf, underneath that spectacular pelt of yours, is your skin the same color?"
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Post by queenia on Jan 11, 2007 23:01:20 GMT -5
Wolfie glanced at the thing that was talking to him. "Pardon? Did you say 'spectacular'?" He began raining those tears of joy of his. Wiping an eye with a pink paw, he then continued, "Maybe my skin is the same underneath a blinding pink coat, or maybe I have fish scales. Who knows?" He stood up and gave a haughty look at the dermatologist. "Now," Wolfie sighed. "How on earth did I end up here?" He looked around and then gave a nod. "I was sleepwalking. Sir, can I be of assistance to you?"
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Post by Julieboo on Jan 13, 2007 16:29:15 GMT -5
Mr. S forgot all about the dragon he had just addressed and turned all of his attention to his delightful new aquaintance, the pink, yet, wolf-like wolf. "My name is Mister Oliver Wilbur Salamandar, I am a Dermatologist on my way to China in search of a cure to the deadly GCB disease, but I seem to have lost my way. If you can direct me in the right direction, I would greatly appreciate it." He paused, "Oh and one more thing, may I look at your skin?"
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Jan 13, 2007 17:54:50 GMT -5
Philly gasped and bounced up and down excitedly, which was causing a minor earthquake, "1 KN0W THE W@Y 2 CH1N@ OGM!!!!" He paused for a second and coughed "I'm Philly. Hiiiiiii. And..." He turned to Wolfie "My favorite color is pink, there for your my new friend."
((Muahahahhahahahaha all fear the shortest post in the world.))
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Post by queenia on Jan 13, 2007 23:30:09 GMT -5
Wolfie stared at the dragon. "I'm a purple fan. Yeah." He then faced the dermatologist. "Yes, I can guide you, but please, let me come with. The most interesting thing about this place is the statue of the cow a few steps away...it's made of butter."
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Apr 21, 2007 17:54:13 GMT -5
"Butter ish guuuuud." Philly exclaimed, jumping up and down again, causing the ground to shake. "CAN I COME!?!??!" He asked "Puhleeeeeeeeese!!!!" he added brefly before sneezing as a fly passed by, another thing to add onto the list, he thought, I AM ALLERGIC TO FLIES AS WELL!!!
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Post by queenia on May 2, 2007 18:48:58 GMT -5
Wolfie gasped. "Eat the statue of butter, and the citizens with slit your throat ((sorry, I just had to add that)) with barbed wire." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I guess we should go now."
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Post by Julieboo on Jun 12, 2007 11:45:07 GMT -5
"Alrighty then!" Mr.S exclaimed an a rather matter-of-fact sort of way, "Let's be going now!" He flashed a toothy salamandar-sort-of smile and set off in the rather gracefull, slinking way that a salamandar does. He took a step then another step, and yet another before he turned around to face his new friends. "Well... Are you comming or not?" There was a long awkward pause................ ...................... ...................... "Oh yes!" He suddenly shouted in a rather embarassed sort of way, "You're leading the way for me! Silly me, starting off first! To think of such foolishness! I appoligize. After you kind sirs..."
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Post by queenia on Jun 13, 2007 7:25:45 GMT -5
Wolfie had a short, violent, bipolar mood swing and he resisted the urge throw random things at the salamander for his rudeness. Some nerve, he thought to himself, Starting before us like that. Who does he think he is anyway? But, despite all this, he forced a toothy smile and walked in front of Mr. Salamander.
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Post by Sea Of Darkness on Jun 29, 2007 11:55:14 GMT -5
((Ok I dont care if this roleplay is like...dead, I'm replying anyways!))
"WAIT FOR ME I WANNA COME!!!!11111111oneoneone" Philly yelled and galloped after his new found "friends" "This will be fuuuuuuun! Maybe we'll like even find a paintbrush! Tttly u n00bs lets g01"
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Post by queenia on Jul 3, 2007 4:54:27 GMT -5
Wolfie held his chin high in AUTHORITAI. He marched straight ahead, being slightly irritated by the n00bish dragon. "You know," he said, sensing this dragon was allergic to giraffes, "this place is infested with wild giraffes." He turned hopefully to see the reaction of Philly.
(Don't worry, Callie. Wolfie's just PMSing.)
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Post by Julieboo on Jul 3, 2007 8:22:45 GMT -5
Mr. Salamandar tripped. And then he said, "Ow."
((MUAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!))
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