-the ring is now too big for any of her fingers, so she holds onto it-
-swipes a towel and wraps it around herself, having lost the scrap of jacket in the chase-
My brain's not working right... can't think straight this time....
-is grabbed. Starts screaming and twisting in his grip- Lemme go!
edited 26th Feb '12 4:38:38 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-the judge screams like a little girl as the entire station is flooded with a bright light!-
-When the light fades, everything has changed. The station itself remains the same, albeit completely monochrome, but it's inhabitants are completely different. N, Zekrom, and the angry mob have turned into silent movie characters, the fighters are all in bowler hats and have bushy handlebar moustaches, Edmund has turned, personality-wise, into a catboy version of Cyril and is sporting a pimpin' business suit, Cyril (wherever he is) is now a greaser, Lil' Cloudy is in a simple white dress, Dante is still fat, and the judge looks like he was pulled out of an old rubberhose cartoon-
....Splendid.
edited 26th Feb '12 4:52:14 PM by MacDuffy
Meow, erm... May I ask what has happened here? I feel rather odd... and I'm wearing this rather... revealing shirt... Do I have no dignity? What's this strange feeling of fuzz under my nose anyway?
DeerYes. And that's why we have to find Old Man Judgerson.
-meanwhile with N and the mob-
-a mob member flails his arms around like a madman-
[COMMANDER N! It would appear that some strange sorcery has cursed you and us the inability to speak without speech cards!]
edited 26th Feb '12 5:01:22 PM by MacDuffy
-Determined look, clenches hand-
[[We will find its source and defeat it. No one should suffer in silence without a voice.]]
-Turns back to Zekrom, glares-
[[And I’m still NOT talking to you!]]
-sweatdrop-
[[You didn’t have to point out the irony of my previous statement.]]
edited 26th Feb '12 5:15:03 PM by vanishingreality
Very well! Let's MOVE OUT!
-TEAM SEARCH MONTAGE-
-A muscular man with a bowler hat and 'stache taps Cyril on the shoulder-
That is my FIANCE' you were speaking to! You will treat her with respect, hooligan!
-the mobman flaps his mouth and flails around for half an hour-
[OK]
edited 26th Feb '12 5:18:12 PM by MacDuffy

-the judge grabs Lil' Cloudy and lifts her up-
Where did you last see him!?