forthetwinkies: (i'm thinkin' 8 tonight)
Concrit/plot things/anything else all goes here, folks. Anon on, comments screened, etc.

I'm reducing my carbon footprint by putting this all in one post.
forthetwinkies: (Default)
[OOC]

Backtagging: ALWAYS COOL. I backthread by default for as long as I can. I do drop threads when I run out of interesting things to say or when I find that I can't respond anymore, so if I drop something and you want to keep going, feel free to poke me regarding it.
Threadhopping: I'm cool with whatever, although if you could let me know before-hand (esp. for logs), that would be great.
Fourthwalling: Please ask me first! Also, Tal might end up fourth-walling people, in which case I will definitely ask before-hand!
Offensive Subjects: HAH. This is Tallahassee we're talking about.

[IC]

Hugging: These don't happen very often, but when they do, he'll put up with it w/ just a little bit of complaining. :)
Fighting: His bread and butter. Please ask before-hand for more serious stuff (esp. where injuries are guaranteed), but for like small cat fights, go ahead and whale away! Tal will return the favor gladly.
Injuring: Please ask first.
Killing: Please don't. :( He hasn't even had a Twinkie yet.
Telepathy/Mind-Reading: A-OK! If you can, let me know; otherwise, I'll try my best to run with it.
Relationships: ...probably not going to happen - at least, not serious relationships. But I wouldn't put flirting past him.
Sex: The mun cannot write smut and would prefer to not try to for the time being, so if it does happen, I'd prefer fade to black.
forthetwinkies: (we we we so excited)
[The video begins with a very nice shot of Tal's face.]

So. I'm gonna go ahead and take back everything I said 'bout those science people 'round here being dumbasses, because damn, sometimes they surprise me.

[Tal ducks away from the camera and returns holding a leathery fruit resembling a banana]

Now, you see this? Fucking brilliant. [Tal rips the outer skin from the fruit; inside is a Twinkie, looking a little moist but otherwise exactly the same as any other made by Hostess.] Ya like, huh? [He grins broadly and then picks up the Twinkie and stuffs it in his mouth.]

So I...[pauses as he tries to talk with his mouth full] got m'self here a Twinkie tree--[he swallows] and I don't know how the fuck they did it, but it's like I said. Fucking a-mazing. What has science done, et cetera. [Tal, master of languages, pronounces that "et ce-TER-a"]

While I'm at it, thanks for the bullets, pals. [Tal picks up the items in question and shakes them in front of the camera.] Gonna put 'em to use real soon, don't worry.

[[ooc: off to bed, will resume tagging tomorrow! Back /o/]]
forthetwinkies: (we need to educate the children)
[---ZZZZZZZT]

OW! HolyshitjesusmotherfuckingsonavaALRIGHT, GODDAMNIT.

[It sounds like Tal is holding the communicator very close to his mouth, as what's heard sounds similar to Darth Vader breathing rapidly.

And then a second later a small thudding noise is heard as Tal sets the communicator back down.]


...the hell. Alright, who stuck a fucking palm tree thing in my room? Cold's gonna sap that sucker through, idiots.
forthetwinkies: (wow math is hard)
[LOCKED to: Meryl Winterstorm // 50% Hackable]

Let's lay it down straight. You get it. I get it. Good. Over. Done. We are never speakin' of this again, y'hear? Not changin' a goddamn thing, not openin' our eyes to our fellow man's plight or whatever the fuck that lovey-dovey shit is, no epiphanies...nothing.

Capeesh?

[he pauses]

It's a good thing we got over that little bump, actually. Smooths out our relationship--just so there ain't any misunderstandin's.

[/LOCKED]

Soooo what's our chance of snow? And who the fuck is this "America"? From what I heard, he ain't exactly Lady Liberty.

[ooc: Tags will be slow, sorry D:]
forthetwinkies: (speak softly and carry a big stick)
Now, I hear we have zombies around here, some real screamers, like stop-ya-dead-in-yer-tracks-holy-shit-that's-fucking-loud kinda zombies that're just asking for trouble. Also called ReDeads--that ringing any bells? So, 'cause I know you're all a bunch of practical Good Samaritans, I got a favor to ask. I need specifics. Streets. Landmarks. Anything. Just tell me where I can find these suckers.
forthetwinkies: (and I aim to end this)
Alright, what the hell is going on around here? Christ, you'd think the fucking world was ending.

[comment logs, etc. all cool /o/]
forthetwinkies: (we need to educate the children)
So this thing zaps you good if you don't do something with it every once in a while? What a load of bull. Guy's trying to get out there, concentrate on surviving, finding himself a goddamn house, and he's gotta keep up with social networking? Thought that was some fad for nosy teenagers and moms who had nothing better to do.

Well here's my fucking post. If there was a suggestion box for this piece of shit I'd write something like this and drop it in.

'Fuck off and let people live, for Christ's sake.'

I think that gets to the point pretty quick, right?
forthetwinkies: (oh hod no)
[The communicator sputters to life; a loud groan is heard.] Jesus, Columbus, next time aim a little closer to my goddamn face, will ya? Gonna blow through a door, might as well fucking blast through everyone in the fucking way, huh? I swear, you have got one of the lousiest--

What the hell...? [The feed picks up the crunch of gravel as he picks himself up slowly off the ground and takes a few steps.]

Oh great. Just wonderful. I'm just crying with happiness, that's how fucking wonderful this is. You'd think it'd be enough if the world went to zombie hell in a handbasket, but no, now we gotta have fucking unreal illusions in our goddamn amusement parks, even in overpriced, piece-of-shit snack stores. FUCK YOU, PACIFIC PLAYLAND. [Commence tantrum; the speaker crunches from sound overload.] WHAT'S A MAN GOTTA DO TO GET HIS FUCKING [A loud, hollow sound: he's accidentally kicked the communicator.]--the hell is this?

[ooc: fff almost forgot; tags may be a bit slow]

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