Meltdown

Well, I got thinkin' we have alot of crazy RP's that are decent. But got something new, a comedy. An RP about comedy, we pick a plot, and roll with it. Anything funny, cruel, or just plain dumb will work just fine.

Rules:

1: You can only control your own character, no one elses
2: You can make a short skit
3: No stupid over the top shit or faggatory of any kind, like an alien with lasers and shit
4: You can only create one character
5: Your character must be your name you don't have to give out last names (Ex: Will)

Place:

These are the choices:

Trailerpark

Apartment complex

Suburbs

Culdesac

Name: Will
Age: 27
Appearance: Asian (duh!) has long black hair. And track pants with a short sleeve-shirt
Bio: Always has a tendancy to break the law, and now currently resides in a car on Taylor's lawn. Loves chicken fingers and gets drunk ALOT, also has a smoking addiction. Now sells dope for a living in his car, and has gun (that he shoots randomly at night)

Come on guys, I now you all have that comedy feeling in ya' give it a shot

I say Suburbs.




Name: Jesse
Age: 17
Appearance: Black shoes. Black baggy cargo pants. Black leather gloves. Black hoody with the hood up. Black leather mask with 1 inch spikes, covering all but the eyes, which he wears at all times.
Bio: Teenage kid with an interest in art, violence, videogames, and the opposite sex. Is generally calm but when pissed off things can get devistating. Owns a HK11 Combat knife, and a SIG P229 which he bought from a kid in school.

Name:Joe
Age:15
Appearance:Black 28 weeks later shirt that read "Maintain the quarantine deadly force authorized" with dark blue work pants Medium to long length dark brown hair.
Bio:Comes from Texas, stole a S&W 357. Magnum from his brother, Lives in the suburbs.Once shot a Mexican Jumping Bean for "stealing our jobs".

Name: Derp
Age: ancient when the world was young
Appearance: tall, incredibly fat face with ridiculous proportions, gigantic nose, permant grin, small beady eyes, fluorescent blue skin, balding hot pink monk-style hair.
Bio: The last remainder of the Derpish Race of Derpmore, derp's only goal in life to to tear the fabric of reality apart with his existance.

Joe's not 15 >=O

Name:Taylor
Age:15
Appearance: Black hoody and dark tight jeans. Brown eyes and indigo coloured hair. A sleeve his girlfriend made, orange and black stripes with a black sqaure area where the thumbhole is.

Personality: Pop culture enthusiast, usually speaks in movie quote Thats..gonna be hard

Trevor

Age: 15

Appearance: Wears a pair of blue pinstriped pants, ironed to the finest degree, a white button-up shirt, similarly ironed, A vest to match his pants, and a large black trenchcoat. He wears nice shoes. They go kilk-klak when he walks. He has brown hair and rusty goggles. One of his arms is robotic. He wields a rather large Webley that has been modified with many strange devices. He lives in the suburbs.

Tim

Age: 14

Apperance: Light brown/blondish/reddish hair to compliment his green/yellow/blue eyes (they are, for srs) and slightly tanned, fair skin. 5'3" tall, wearing a nice polo shirt and darkwashed, kinda tight jeans with black and white Circa skate shoes (even though he doesn't skate) and a 18 karat gold watch on his left wrist. Lives in a nice, suburban neighborhhod on a 2 acre plot, just half a mile away from where you guys live. Goes to a different school (a stuck-up, private one) but passes through your streets on his walk home. also, carries around a black and yellow Dakine backpack, where he keeps all of his school shit, his PSP and the compact P22 his dad gave him for self defense (it's fully legalized).

And that, minus the P22 part, is all the truth about Tim.

I like how storage and I are the only ones who didn't play grab ass over firearms.

Yup. But like I said, it's a compact, 22 caliber pistol jammed into my backpack, in case someone trys to kidnap me, not a .357 magnum used to kill Mexicans.

;_;

I'm steampunk, I HAVE to have a gun.

Me:LETS MAKE A FAMILY SITCOM COMEDY, KAI? I'LL USE A P90 WITH A REFLEX SCOPE AND A 1911 ON BACKUP.
Nick: We'll call it the GUNSONS because we use GUNS LOL.

Don't try and defend the fact that this thread and game is already fucking retarded.

fine, no gun. I carry two pens.

Ballpoint or felt tip?

One of each. I'm that prepared. A blue ballpoint and a red felt-tip so I can fake wounds and make them think they're bleeding. kekekekekeke.

I'M STEAMPUNK, YA BASTUD.

Tim's pens have LAM and a M203.
And of course a G36

Fuck it lets start!

Saturday 3:38 AM

Gunshots are heard through the air, as I shoot randomly at the neibors dogs.

"Shut the fuck up out there!"

*Taylor walks past the car on his lawn*

*knocks on window*

"Open the pod doors, HAL".

*looks out window* Damn, he needs a silencer.

"I want my chicken fingers, and a goddamn beer. I don't give a shit if i'm sober!"

*Looks at you for a second*
"Gimme a whiskey, ginger ale on the side. And don't be stingy, baby." "

*lights a ciggerette*

"can't smoke anymore thats bullshit. JOE!"

*(though) Damn those neighborhood people are loud." *Fires one 357 Magnum hollow point out towards the car in Taylors yard*

*Stares at will..then the bullet hole*

"..We should be dead.."
*pause*
"Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved. "

Fine then, jackass. Instead of a Webley, Dr. Bradley weilds a suitcase that holds what he calls "A Box full of JOY!

*Dr. Bradley is skipping down the road, coincidentally avoiding the gunfire*