Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2020 13:48:36 GMT -5
Roleplay Count: First
Roleplay Type: Storyline
Paparazzi Fee: No
[The scene fades in Guillotina and his sexy android at his new property the Neo Cadillacs Bar, wondering who the hell was the silly one to come up with such a name. The place was equipped with 2 VIP booths and two bars, each with 20 sits surrounding them, two non-gender bathrooms and a big holographic screen in the back end wall, and of course it comes with injury prevention magnetic field, should there be any drunk fights, the bar cannot be sued as a result of broken bones or fatalities. It was a modest bar where Absynth-X3 was the popular drink before it got closed by the government after the Stellia Mayor drinking it out of his brother's ass scandal. Yuck!]
MIA: Don't you think that is a little too intense for your journal? I mean, The screen fades in?
Guillotina: Are we gonna do this again?
MIA: We are! It's not like you have money to hire a cameraman.
Guillotina: Why do i need a cameraman for when there is a paparazzi? I'm sure he'll deliver the news to everyone that need to know about it.
MIA: Smart! But why do you write it like that, like you are writing a script or a roleplay?
Guillotina: Why not? I think roleplay writing style is very cool, our ancestors from the old earth used to do it!
MIA: You are making reference of a primitive civilization that destroyed themselves? That same civilizations that roleplayed creating worlds and alternate personas to escape from reality instead of facing it? They had a word for that back then. Searching....
Guillotina: Creative people?
MIA: Nerds. Foolish or contemptible persons who lack social skills or are boringly studious.
Guillotina: That is mean and totally inaccurate, I'm a nerd and I'm a great fighter, I mastered weather manipulation and
MIA: Your only social interaction is with an advanced android with a glorified fleshlight that you use daily because you don't have the social skills to court a real female!
Guillotina: I was gonna say and a great writer... asshole. May I continue writing my promo so that paparazzi in the corner can deliver the news to the new target?
MIA: You may.
Guillotina: Thank you! I invoke the code 7234 of shutting the fuck up until I'm done here MIA.
[MIA finally shuts the fuck up and Guillotina proceeds with his promo]
Guillotina: It's been nearly a month since I defeated Malev in that 2 minute match and I haven't seen his face ever since, nor I have heard from his bickering or so much of a short insult so I must assume my double kick to his face was so devastating that he... probably died.
[Pauses for a few seconds and takes a sip from his Absynth drink]
Guillotina: The expectation of a great feud between us was evidently short lived. I was honestly preparing to leave here even though that meant breaking a contract with Demigods but then again, who was going to sue me anyways.
[Clears throat]
Guillotina: But then I heard about a new opponent that just signed up which means two things.
1. That Malev is alive, he is just hiding and
2. That my fate in this fight club is not over yet.
Now I've only seen a small poster with this new fighter's face and he surely looks menacing! But I have to find out on my own so here it is. A formal and open challenge to "The Legend". I don't know the reasons you joined this poor excuse for a fight club which after a month we haven't had a fight or more skilled fighters recruited but boy, I would be lying if I said I'm not excited to see your face here. So how about it? Shall we have a match booked between us and find out together who is the best fighter in the pentagon mat? Shall the seemingly looking beast dominate the agile five-time black belt nerd? Or will the steel vagina eater and ultimate journal writer add your name to his newly made list of fighters he defeated?
I hope the answer is a yes and just don't remain silent like the other giant I kicked his teeth in weeks ago, I mean, you want to fight right?
[Screen fades out to black and MIA rolls her eyes.]
Roleplay Type: Storyline
Paparazzi Fee: No
[The scene fades in Guillotina and his sexy android at his new property the Neo Cadillacs Bar, wondering who the hell was the silly one to come up with such a name. The place was equipped with 2 VIP booths and two bars, each with 20 sits surrounding them, two non-gender bathrooms and a big holographic screen in the back end wall, and of course it comes with injury prevention magnetic field, should there be any drunk fights, the bar cannot be sued as a result of broken bones or fatalities. It was a modest bar where Absynth-X3 was the popular drink before it got closed by the government after the Stellia Mayor drinking it out of his brother's ass scandal. Yuck!]
MIA: Don't you think that is a little too intense for your journal? I mean, The screen fades in?
Guillotina: Are we gonna do this again?
MIA: We are! It's not like you have money to hire a cameraman.
Guillotina: Why do i need a cameraman for when there is a paparazzi? I'm sure he'll deliver the news to everyone that need to know about it.
MIA: Smart! But why do you write it like that, like you are writing a script or a roleplay?
Guillotina: Why not? I think roleplay writing style is very cool, our ancestors from the old earth used to do it!
MIA: You are making reference of a primitive civilization that destroyed themselves? That same civilizations that roleplayed creating worlds and alternate personas to escape from reality instead of facing it? They had a word for that back then. Searching....
Guillotina: Creative people?
MIA: Nerds. Foolish or contemptible persons who lack social skills or are boringly studious.
Guillotina: That is mean and totally inaccurate, I'm a nerd and I'm a great fighter, I mastered weather manipulation and
MIA: Your only social interaction is with an advanced android with a glorified fleshlight that you use daily because you don't have the social skills to court a real female!
Guillotina: I was gonna say and a great writer... asshole. May I continue writing my promo so that paparazzi in the corner can deliver the news to the new target?
MIA: You may.
Guillotina: Thank you! I invoke the code 7234 of shutting the fuck up until I'm done here MIA.
[MIA finally shuts the fuck up and Guillotina proceeds with his promo]
Guillotina: It's been nearly a month since I defeated Malev in that 2 minute match and I haven't seen his face ever since, nor I have heard from his bickering or so much of a short insult so I must assume my double kick to his face was so devastating that he... probably died.
[Pauses for a few seconds and takes a sip from his Absynth drink]
Guillotina: The expectation of a great feud between us was evidently short lived. I was honestly preparing to leave here even though that meant breaking a contract with Demigods but then again, who was going to sue me anyways.
[Clears throat]
Guillotina: But then I heard about a new opponent that just signed up which means two things.
1. That Malev is alive, he is just hiding and
2. That my fate in this fight club is not over yet.
Now I've only seen a small poster with this new fighter's face and he surely looks menacing! But I have to find out on my own so here it is. A formal and open challenge to "The Legend". I don't know the reasons you joined this poor excuse for a fight club which after a month we haven't had a fight or more skilled fighters recruited but boy, I would be lying if I said I'm not excited to see your face here. So how about it? Shall we have a match booked between us and find out together who is the best fighter in the pentagon mat? Shall the seemingly looking beast dominate the agile five-time black belt nerd? Or will the steel vagina eater and ultimate journal writer add your name to his newly made list of fighters he defeated?
I hope the answer is a yes and just don't remain silent like the other giant I kicked his teeth in weeks ago, I mean, you want to fight right?
[Screen fades out to black and MIA rolls her eyes.]