To walk into the shoes of my enemy (TTE Borg RP)
Dec 10, 2019 22:16:26 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by Curtis D. Kanyon on Dec 10, 2019 22:16:26 GMT -5
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*We open upon a relatively close up of Evil Borg, sitting at a table with a half full glass of the bubbly in front of him.*
: You know… you know ssssomething my friend! I think this was a most excellent idea! In order to—hic—to get in the mind of my opponents, I must think like my opponents. Now, this Quake guy, he’s a quite regular vaginal cleaning device nozzzzle, but I –hic—I am much far evily-er than he, so I don’t have to worry about getting in his dumby head! Ha ha! I mean, Mwua ha ha ha! So instead, I have –hic—I have focused on getting my brain matter into the relative space of the other fool. To walk –hic— walk into the shoes of my enemy is to know my enemy… ‘s ssshoe ssssize. Or something. Eh!
*Evil lifts his glass and the camera follows to see him clink it against a nearly full glass sitting on the table, assumedly in front of the person he is talking to.*
: This idiot of idiots, he doessshn’t believe we’re from …THE AFTERWARD… can you believe that! Of course we are!
*Evil takes a swig of beer, but it splashes against his mask and down his chest.*
: Like I said early, the suit absordsss all nutrients so’s I don’t have to remove my mask, which I can’t, cause it’s –hic--- it’s my face and all. This is the way. But of course I don’t know his moves ahead of time! I’m from a time period that may or may not exist, depending on what we all do here. You knew that! Why am I telling you? Well, for context, and other obvious reasssons. The Tronssss wish to bring about their fecal fused time period, but I –hic—I sssay thee nay! The Borg …THE AFTERWARD… is the only …THE AFTERWARD… that should exist! And it will yet come to pass! We almost –hic—almost won the… I’m sorry, the camera is on isn’t it? I mean, our sssissster’s almost won the tag tournament in Japan to help bring about …THE AFTERWARD… with our—I mean, their evil plan! They were within a vaginal pubis mane of winning! And it was ripped away by ssssuperior athletes! I mean, inferior! What is in this SSSSpace Brew!? Ha ha ha! I mean, MWUA HA HA! We are laughing!
*Evil takes another “swig” of beer.*
: So while our frenemies may be skilled in the booze fighting arts, we Borgsss can adapt to any arts! Yet! Yet we are ssstill looked down upon by these feeble minded feebs. I won’t fall for there ruse of being partners with which whom hate each other. Oh no, we shhhhan’t –hic—shan’t fall for that again! We will not let you down master! …THE AFTERWARD… is inevitable! It is insatiable. It is what will be! And how fitting that a Quake and an Angel will help to deliver it unto the world! MWUA HA HA HA HA!
*Evil Borg leans back in his chair laughing and pouring the beer on himself, continuing to lean until he falls off his chair!*
: OW!
*Evil quickly stands up.*
: Are you okay Massster Whitey?
*The camera pulls out to reveal the other glass of beer is sitting in front of a stuffed white cat, the Borg known as Whitey who if he be a normal cat, would have died long ago from old age, but due to being a Borg, who knows how or why he came to this fate!?*
: Okay, you look good.
*Mecha Gold-Bear IV walks into scene.*
: Re-execute pour command into glass receptacle Master Evil Borg?
: HELL TO THE YEAH!
*Heavymetal runs into the room.*
: OOOOOP!
: I’m fine, I’m –hic—I’m fine. Just… getting prepared. I’m inebriating to understand our foessss.
: “Hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long. Feel us breathe upon your face, feel us shift every move we trace!
: What, I thought it wasss a good idea! Mecha Gold-Bear IV suggesteded it!
: Mecha Gold-Bear IV did not suggest it. Mecha Gold-Bear IV is only doing what the master requested.
: Shhhhut up you! I had to let –hic—let Whitey know our next plan!
*Heavymetal looks at Mecha Gold-Bear IV.*
: OOOOP!
: It is only O’Doul’s.
*Heavymetal shakes his head and looks back at Evil Borg.*
: “Hunt you down without mercy! Hunt you down all nightmare long! Yeah, luck runs, And you crawl back in...But your luck runs out!”
: Oh yeah…we did beat Randy before. I forgot. All Randyses are stupid no good loserss anyway! Why do I need to get into his head space! That notorious failure needs to get into ours! We’re former tag team champions! We are the best tag team of all tag teams that use the Complimentary Avian Rule to terrorize our enemies!
*Evil jumps onto the table, seemingly recovered from his drunkenness. He raises a fist in the air.*
: Our enemies shall rue their challenging of us to this exhibition, for they have brought about the end of the present, and the beginning of the nightmare of …THE AFTERWARD! MWUA HA HA HA HA!
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*We open upon a relatively close up of Evil Borg, sitting at a table with a half full glass of the bubbly in front of him.*
: You know… you know ssssomething my friend! I think this was a most excellent idea! In order to—hic—to get in the mind of my opponents, I must think like my opponents. Now, this Quake guy, he’s a quite regular vaginal cleaning device nozzzzle, but I –hic—I am much far evily-er than he, so I don’t have to worry about getting in his dumby head! Ha ha! I mean, Mwua ha ha ha! So instead, I have –hic—I have focused on getting my brain matter into the relative space of the other fool. To walk –hic— walk into the shoes of my enemy is to know my enemy… ‘s ssshoe ssssize. Or something. Eh!*Evil lifts his glass and the camera follows to see him clink it against a nearly full glass sitting on the table, assumedly in front of the person he is talking to.*
: This idiot of idiots, he doessshn’t believe we’re from …THE AFTERWARD… can you believe that! Of course we are!*Evil takes a swig of beer, but it splashes against his mask and down his chest.*
: Like I said early, the suit absordsss all nutrients so’s I don’t have to remove my mask, which I can’t, cause it’s –hic--- it’s my face and all. This is the way. But of course I don’t know his moves ahead of time! I’m from a time period that may or may not exist, depending on what we all do here. You knew that! Why am I telling you? Well, for context, and other obvious reasssons. The Tronssss wish to bring about their fecal fused time period, but I –hic—I sssay thee nay! The Borg …THE AFTERWARD… is the only …THE AFTERWARD… that should exist! And it will yet come to pass! We almost –hic—almost won the… I’m sorry, the camera is on isn’t it? I mean, our sssissster’s almost won the tag tournament in Japan to help bring about …THE AFTERWARD… with our—I mean, their evil plan! They were within a vaginal pubis mane of winning! And it was ripped away by ssssuperior athletes! I mean, inferior! What is in this SSSSpace Brew!? Ha ha ha! I mean, MWUA HA HA! We are laughing!*Evil takes another “swig” of beer.*
: So while our frenemies may be skilled in the booze fighting arts, we Borgsss can adapt to any arts! Yet! Yet we are ssstill looked down upon by these feeble minded feebs. I won’t fall for there ruse of being partners with which whom hate each other. Oh no, we shhhhan’t –hic—shan’t fall for that again! We will not let you down master! …THE AFTERWARD… is inevitable! It is insatiable. It is what will be! And how fitting that a Quake and an Angel will help to deliver it unto the world! MWUA HA HA HA HA!*Evil Borg leans back in his chair laughing and pouring the beer on himself, continuing to lean until he falls off his chair!*
: OW!*Evil quickly stands up.*
: Are you okay Massster Whitey?*The camera pulls out to reveal the other glass of beer is sitting in front of a stuffed white cat, the Borg known as Whitey who if he be a normal cat, would have died long ago from old age, but due to being a Borg, who knows how or why he came to this fate!?*
: Okay, you look good.*Mecha Gold-Bear IV walks into scene.*
: Re-execute pour command into glass receptacle Master Evil Borg?: HELL TO THE YEAH!*Heavymetal runs into the room.*
: OOOOOP!: I’m fine, I’m –hic—I’m fine. Just… getting prepared. I’m inebriating to understand our foessss.: “Hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long. Feel us breathe upon your face, feel us shift every move we trace!: What, I thought it wasss a good idea! Mecha Gold-Bear IV suggesteded it!: Mecha Gold-Bear IV did not suggest it. Mecha Gold-Bear IV is only doing what the master requested.: Shhhhut up you! I had to let –hic—let Whitey know our next plan!*Heavymetal looks at Mecha Gold-Bear IV.*
: OOOOP!: It is only O’Doul’s.*Heavymetal shakes his head and looks back at Evil Borg.*
: “Hunt you down without mercy! Hunt you down all nightmare long! Yeah, luck runs, And you crawl back in...But your luck runs out!”: Oh yeah…we did beat Randy before. I forgot. All Randyses are stupid no good loserss anyway! Why do I need to get into his head space! That notorious failure needs to get into ours! We’re former tag team champions! We are the best tag team of all tag teams that use the Complimentary Avian Rule to terrorize our enemies!*Evil jumps onto the table, seemingly recovered from his drunkenness. He raises a fist in the air.*
: Our enemies shall rue their challenging of us to this exhibition, for they have brought about the end of the present, and the beginning of the nightmare of …THE AFTERWARD! MWUA HA HA HA HA!-End Transmission-
