TT: I could probably convince Dirk to make one.
TT: He'd probably try to talk you into making a Rocket Board instead like I would.
TT: Rocket Boards are so much more rad than jetpacks, dude.
TT: And no, no more sex was the result of an alien empress forcing her ways onto humans.
TT: She's absolutely disgusted by normal human procreation.
Poyo? (Whacha doing, Daisy?)
edited 6th Aug '12 10:23:10 AM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanGF: That would be awesome.
GF: Though I'd really prefer a jetpack to a jetboard.
GF: The HEV Suit might make it hard for me to balance on a board.
GF: Actually, it'd be really neat if the jetpack could be an add-on to the suit itself.
GF: But you don't have to.
GF: Next thing I know, the whole Resistance will be asking for 'em.
GF: Yikes... Do I want to ask how that happened?
(Watches Cloud leave, looking vaguely concerned beneath the shades.)
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GF: Unrelated to jetpacks or post-apocalyptic scenarios...
GF: But what's up with that guy?
GF: You know the one I'm talking about, right?
GF: The unassuming one who keeps doing servile tasks?
GF: Something feels weird about him...
edited 6th Aug '12 10:40:31 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019TT: You can ask. Neither of us really have any qualms about it, the other one is probably too drunk to properly explain it to you, anyway.
TT: As for him, well.
-explains what's Cloud's deal-
TT: And that's that.
-digs into his serving almost immediately, doesn't bother with the wine, though, too classy for his taste-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanGF: Oh...
GF: That's awful.
GF: It's like they removed his free will...
GF: No one should have to...
(Changes the subject to avoid going on a tangent about lack of free will, his personal Berserk Button.)
GF: But anyway.
GF: Please tell me about how humanity got wiped from the Earth.
edited 6th Aug '12 10:51:34 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019GF: Betty Crocker?
GF: Yes, I think everyone knows about her.
GF: Baking utensils and recipes for old ladies, right?
GF: How odd that she should come up...
edited 6th Aug '12 10:59:38 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019TT: Not so odd as you think.
TT: In my world, Betty Crocker is just a front for the alien empress I mentioned earlier.
TT: She's practically responsible for much more than baking goods and utensils.
TT: By the way, did you know Gushers were made by Betty Crocker?
TT: Sugary candies have no right to be made by a baked goods company.
TT: Anyway, on November 11th, 2011, Betty Crocker revealed herself as Her Imperious Condescension, an alien that intended to take over Earth and twist it into a terrible copy of her home world.
edited 6th Aug '12 11:02:05 AM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanI'm forbidden to have a name. I'm not allowed to lie. I can't fight back unless I have permission. I can't refuse a direct order from my masters, although I follow the orders given here out of habit, anyway. Every new moon, such as today, I am permitted to travel, although I'm forbidden to enter the human world until my contract expires. I'm forbidden to harm rowan trees. I'm to perform whatever service is required of me by my masters, or any of the other Folk, if my masters permit it. I'm not allowed to make eye contact, or look into mirrors. I'm not allowed to handle iron, silver, or St. John's wort, whatever that is, in case I were to use it against them. I'm forbidden from receiving gifts and charity, unless they're for someone else. I'm not to speak unless spoken to, unless it's to offer service. I'm forbidden from harming my masters, or allowing them to come to harm.
There are more details than that, of course, but I hope that answers your question.
edited 6th Aug '12 11:07:47 AM by WonderSquid
GF: Damn...
GF: I was aware that Hamburger Helper was Betty Crocker, but not Gushers...
GF: Never would've suspected Betty Crocker...
GF: Always kind of thought it would be McDonald's or Wal*Mart...
GF: What kind of alien is Her Imperious Condescension?
GF: She has nothing to do with a faction called "The Combine", does she?
(Overhears what'shisface reciting the rules. Gets a bad feeling in his stomach.)
edited 6th Aug '12 11:09:41 AM by MobileLeprechaun
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

-Quietly sets about making lunch-