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Post by Hoovy on Jul 31, 2012 22:39:33 GMT -5
This will basically be my place to rant/ practice fluidity in my character speech and stuff like that. Anyone can join in. ^^ --- RULES: - This is a relaxed role-playing thread. Basically, just reply/respond as if you were your character - No narrators. This is mainly just for speech. - Spelling/ Grammar doesn't have to be perfect. If ya wanna talk like dis here, sonny, ya can. Only if it's part of your character - You can post Bios if you want, but you don't have to. - These rules are not final, nor will they ever be. They change as I or another mod see fit. - Try to keep the plot semi-linear. Basically no jumping topics all over the place without moving the story that way as well. - If there is any out of character notes or comments, just put them at the top of the post ((Like This)) --- That's about it. And, as the title says, I shall start with the rantings of a crazy old man...
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Post by NµKe on Oct 13, 2012 21:45:55 GMT -5
"Well, grandpa, could you tell me why you have been sitting in that rocking chair for two days like that? And why is your shotgun perpetually loaded?"
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Post by Hoovy on Oct 14, 2012 12:36:11 GMT -5
The Old Man leaned back in his chair and smiled: "Well, ya see Sonny, back in mah day, nothing would happen fer entire weeks at a time. Heh, sometimes the sun would just decide ta not move, or the stories of them book over there, sometimes they wouldn't move either, and it was the same words on every page. Heh, good times..."
The Old Man's eyes started to stare off into the distance... Suddenly, he sneezed. His eyes refocused, and he remembered what he was doing. "So! With nothing in the world happening all the time, me and mah seven cousins learned patience. That's that. Hmm."
At this the Old Man's grandchild spoke up. "But, Grandpa, you still have yet to disclose the meaning of your loaded shotgun."
"I was getting ta that. I was getting ta that. This here shotgun is always loaded ta honor mah friends who died while I was fightin' in that war ya kids read about in yer history books. Heh, me and George Washington sure were close friends back in the days of the Trojan War. 'Course, he never did credit me fer that idea that won us ta war." At this, the Old Man started to mumble.
His grandson seized the opportunity and spoke up. "You mean the Trojan Horse?"
"What? A horse? No. I said ta General Washington, 'My fine sir, we should end this petty rivalry and give these fine opponents of ours a gift of chocolate for their troubles, and be on our way.' Of course, he took my idea and used it. The Russian's even elected him King for it to..."
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Post by NµKe on Oct 15, 2012 17:52:04 GMT -5
The boy pondered these thoughts as hard as his little brain could, but to no avail.
"Grandpa, that don't make no--..."
Cutting the boy off, a loud noise filled the porch, house, and adjacent desert space with its mechanical clicks, whirs, and general rusty metal sounds. The desert that had been the front yard began to cave in. Grandpa began to chuckle to himself.
"Here we go again..." the boy muttered.
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