"Thank you, and I was wondering why there were two of you... yeesh, the internet can barely deal with one of you!" I say, jokingly as I enter my own home. I then see the clone get up, and say "River? Is that you?" He then looks up, and says "Oh... heh, hey there, me." I just sit down, and watch this whole scene unfold.
<Video>: 'UR HUMAN CAUSE UR DUM, AND U HATE ME!' agentofchaos writes just as he gets banned... mainly for being an alt.
((Here goes Das Uberpost!))
I grab my can of Sprite, open it up, and take a sip, and put it down next to my computer, all without lifting a finger. I smile at the mundane perks of being a Kirlia. Sure, losing about three feet in height could be a problem sometimes, but the positives outweighed the negatives...
I start up my recording software and grab my mic, since I might as well get on with this before I get more inquiries as to whether or not I'm dead. "LunarWraith here, some of you might be wondering why my review for Assassin's Creed III is several days overdue. Well, first thing, as of a several days ago... I'm a Kirlia!" I say ecstatically, spinning the swivel chair around 360 degrees to punctuate my statement. "Second thing, I spent all the time I was supposed to spend playing AC-Three playing Infamous 2, so I suppose I'll be reviewing that, instead. Unfortunately, since all my attempts to Poke-Jedi Mind Trick you all into donating a bit more seem to have failed, I suppo-" I'm cut off by the sound of my bedroom door opening. "I see you've actually held down the fort this time..." Blake says to me, sounding surprised. I stop the recording, happy enough to see him back to not care about having to either redo or edit the thing because of him.
Blake and I have this very rare, unique relationship: Despite the fact that we're opposite genders, around the same age, live in the same house, and aren't related to each other, we have no romantic attraction to eachother whatsoever. We're pretty much just friends, though that doesn't stop us from being mistaken for a couple on a regular basis anyways. We tried that out about a year ago, but we both friend-zoned eachother at the exact same time after a few weeks, and things eventually went back to normal. Blake himself was, like me, unathletic, yet intelligent. He'd recently decided to grow his normally short and spiky hair out, so it's currently in this weird transitionary phase where it looks like he has a porcupine on his head.
"Well, throwing your junk away is very easy when you can do so with your mind." I say in response, swiveling my chair around to face him a-la cliche James Bond villain. "I still can't see how you can cope so well with this... you lost three feet in height, for christ's sake!" Blake says, exasperated. "Well, being petite is more than made up for by the fact that I'm poke-Rasputin now." I respond nonchalantly, punctuating my statement by taking another sip of soda via Telekinesis. Blake sighs, and turns his head towards one of the shelves on the walls, which I filled with various action figures and similar collectibles.
"Holy... where'd you get this?" Blake asks, nodding to the vintage Generation 1 Megatron. The one that transformed into that crazy looking gun. "I ordered it a while ago, came in the mail while you were gone." I respond, "You'd be amazed at how cheap I can get these things."
"I'm still at a loss over how you manage to stay slim despite the fact that all you do is sit around recording and ordering figurines, and sustain yourself on a diet of Cheetos and Sprite..." Blake says in a faux british accent, smiling at the little inside joke we always had going. He knew as well as I did that both of our metabolisms were some sort of miracle of the gods.
"That's it! You have insulted my honor!" I respond in a likewise accent. "I demand satisfaction! I challenge you to a duel!" With this, I pick my duelling glove up off my desk and throw it at his face, and begin laughing hysterically. Blake throws it back at me. "Shall we say pistols at dawn?" He responds, and we both cackle like children on a sugar rush... Some things never change...
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Dylian enters, rather tired.
"Ugh... stopping a group of ravaging pokemons is hard..." he then says.
"I hope this will show that we are not evil... and just trying to keep everything under control." he then says. He opens his computer, and goes to check things in the web. He checks deviantart then youtube.
Even if they IP ban this guy, he is no doubt on a dynamic IP address if not a proxy I think to myself. 'On the contrary, I am actually a Snivy' I respond simply.
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Dylian, who was looking at a video and at a conversation of a guy that was insulting, seeing that there was trouble, sighed, and respond with his user name, undeadBurritos.
"Seeing all the problems here... and the insults do I need to send the FBI to your house agent0chaos... I will if you continue." he then posts. Seriously, he hated trolls.
<video>: 'Yes we do! I knw that im a Arceus, but i dont know if ur a snivy or not!' the next response was posted, this time from agent0fcha0s... seriously?
((also... you didn't miss anything regarding you, Kabling.))
((We are at the door, waiting for you, lolol.))
Me: Oh, hey robert, your home! uhh... that clone of me is asleep over there is the corner, in the chair... he kinda... curled up like a dog...
River: We thought of a nice name, danial.
Me: Yeah... i think he will like it.
*I go and wake up my clone.*
<Video>: 'UR HUMAN CAUSE UR DUM, AND U HATE ME!' agentofchaos writes just as he gets banned... mainly for being an alt.
I grab my can of Sprite, open it up, and take a sip, and put it down next to my computer, all without lifting a finger. I smile at the mundane perks of being a Kirlia. Sure, losing about three feet in height could be a problem sometimes, but the positives outweighed the negatives...
I start up my recording software and grab my mic, since I might as well get on with this before I get more inquiries as to whether or not I'm dead. "LunarWraith here, some of you might be wondering why my review for Assassin's Creed III is several days overdue. Well, first thing, as of a several days ago... I'm a Kirlia!" I say ecstatically, spinning the swivel chair around 360 degrees to punctuate my statement. "Second thing, I spent all the time I was supposed to spend playing AC-Three playing Infamous 2, so I suppose I'll be reviewing that, instead. Unfortunately, since all my attempts to Poke-Jedi Mind Trick you all into donating a bit more seem to have failed, I suppo-" I'm cut off by the sound of my bedroom door opening. "I see you've actually held down the fort this time..." Blake says to me, sounding surprised. I stop the recording, happy enough to see him back to not care about having to either redo or edit the thing because of him.
Blake and I have this very rare, unique relationship: Despite the fact that we're opposite genders, around the same age, live in the same house, and aren't related to each other, we have no romantic attraction to eachother whatsoever. We're pretty much just friends, though that doesn't stop us from being mistaken for a couple on a regular basis anyways. We tried that out about a year ago, but we both friend-zoned eachother at the exact same time after a few weeks, and things eventually went back to normal. Blake himself was, like me, unathletic, yet intelligent. He'd recently decided to grow his normally short and spiky hair out, so it's currently in this weird transitionary phase where it looks like he has a porcupine on his head.
"Well, throwing your junk away is very easy when you can do so with your mind." I say in response, swiveling my chair around to face him a-la cliche James Bond villain. "I still can't see how you can cope so well with this... you lost three feet in height, for christ's sake!" Blake says, exasperated. "Well, being petite is more than made up for by the fact that I'm poke-Rasputin now." I respond nonchalantly, punctuating my statement by taking another sip of soda via Telekinesis. Blake sighs, and turns his head towards one of the shelves on the walls, which I filled with various action figures and similar collectibles.
"Holy... where'd you get this?" Blake asks, nodding to the vintage Generation 1 Megatron. The one that transformed into that crazy looking gun. "I ordered it a while ago, came in the mail while you were gone." I respond, "You'd be amazed at how cheap I can get these things."
"I'm still at a loss over how you manage to stay slim despite the fact that all you do is sit around recording and ordering figurines, and sustain yourself on a diet of Cheetos and Sprite..." Blake says in a faux british accent, smiling at the little inside joke we always had going. He knew as well as I did that both of our metabolisms were some sort of miracle of the gods.
"That's it! You have insulted my honor!" I respond in a likewise accent. "I demand satisfaction! I challenge you to a duel!" With this, I pick my duelling glove up off my desk and throw it at his face, and begin laughing hysterically. Blake throws it back at me. "Shall we say pistols at dawn?" He responds, and we both cackle like children on a sugar rush... Some things never change...
"Ugh... stopping a group of ravaging pokemons is hard..." he then says.
"I hope this will show that we are not evil... and just trying to keep everything under control." he then says. He opens his computer, and goes to check things in the web. He checks deviantart then youtube.
"Seeing all the problems here... and the insults do I need to send the FBI to your house agent0chaos... I will if you continue." he then posts. Seriously, he hated trolls.
((VWELL!?))
((also... you didn't miss anything regarding you, Kabling.))
((Didn't you go to your house or something?))