Lets GOGOGO!!! Freeform RP!!!
Drop in and drop out at any time as we play through some retarded story we make up on the fly!! Anybody can switch the focus, well...if people actually listen to them...

Open to all skill levels!!


NO ENTRY FEE!!!
NO CHARACTER SHEETS NEEDED!!!
NO RUBBERS REQUIRED!!!
UNLESS THIS KIND OF STUFF GETS YOU REEEAALLLYYY HARD, BECAUSE IN THAT CASE YOU MIND WANT SOME TISSUES OR SOMETHING.

Setting is Medieval land (dragons, knights, living trees, racists, all that fantasy stuff). Big Bad Joe, a union thug, has been enforcing s*** waaaaaaayyyyyyyyy tooooooooo much, and has gone craaaaazzeeeee wiiff powah! The Goddess saw dis liek "hell no!", so she sent down her minion, Fiammetta (a fiery deity that takes the form of a dancer with a long ponytail of a flaming vermilion colur. Pretty much naked except for a golden, jeweled brassier and a flirty[lul, great word usage] red skirt. Got some kind of all seeing eye tattooed on her lower back, looks f*** crazy guys believe me. Oh and she uses fire majick, as if it weren't obvious by her color choices and name.) because she couldn't record episode 14 of The Beast (YEAH! IN THIS UNIVERSE, PATRICK SWAYZE NEVER DIED, TAKE THAT f***!) and had to watch it instead. Fiammetta then brought together a crack team of ARRPEE PROFISSEONILS (THAT'S YOU GAIZ) to stop Big Bad Joe.
You up for the challenge?!

(note that despite the way I wrote all this, don't take it as a chance to write the same way. I'm not saying the RP can't be comical at moments, but when your characters aren't actually talking, but you are instead describing thoughts or observing the area, don't throw out stuff like this.)

Without further ado, hares the OP!
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They all sat in the tavern, taking up a single booth. Alcoholic and Non-Alcoholic drinks were lined down the sides, depending on the preferences of the person. Fiammetta stood at the end of the booth, giving off a radiant smirk to the entire group. Most of the tavern was filled to the brim, with entire groups of adventurers hanging around and getting plastered after another day of pointless level grinding.
The bartender was half asleep, possibly due to intoxication, and the barmaids were being harassed by several drunkards.
Most of the people in the tavern usually entered half afraid. It was usual hunting ground for union thugs, and they usually beat the living excrement out of any organism that moved an inch in the wrong direction. Once they brutally murdered a young queen and her entire kingdom with one bucket of water. It was a sad day for the ant race.
However, I will admit, that this is digression.
Fiammetta's arm slammed down on the table, the jeweled bangles around her arms jingling about as they crashed together. It should have caught the attention of the rest of the group.

OOC: by the way, make sure you assholes use this to be out of character or if you ask questions. dicks.

Kayla, drunk, picks up a bottle of Vintage Scotch, and holds it to her lips, moaning as she takes a long, erotic drink. The Scotch splatters all over her face, and bust.

"Aww, craps!!" Kayla shouts, slurring profusely. "That stuff was friggin' expensive, dammit!"

Kayla leaps onto the booth, knocking over many drinks in the process and falls asleep.

Vastik sips his tea, extending his pinky in the process. "Big bad joe? What kind of name is that?"
He says, seemingly unaffected by kayla's actions.

scott jumps off a cliff.
Respawn in 3...2....

Vastic saw somone jump off a cliff from the corner of his eye. He pondered why they would do that, but then decided to stop thinking about it and looked at fiammetta wondering why she hit the table.

Kyle Cebuma walks in, takes a small glass of weak wine. (He's not much of a drinker.) Since he can't talk, he tries to communicate with hand signals. (Quote if your character tries to translate.)

My character, being rather intellegent, tries to translate Kyle's hand signs, not wavering his much of his attention from Fiammetta.

TRANSLATED: While coming here, I saw something odd. It was a mighty swamp creature, with huge fangs, red and white scales, and 2 huge longswords! I barely escaped with my life! Oh, and is there any oblaten here? I love oblaten!

"Huh, strange swamp creature... Uh, I think I may want to investigate this... Oh, and I don't know if there is any oblaten." Vastick says, getting out of his chair while sipping the rest of his tea, repeating the process of extending his pinky. "So, where did you encounter this monster?" He says, ignoring the smell of drunk people and, at this point, Fiammetta.

Kyle begins signing to Vastick. AUTOTRANSLATE: The huge swamp thing was, well, in a swamp. Specifically, the Swamp of Strevorica, located approximately 1 mile west of here. Now excuse me, I'm going to go find some oblaten.

"Ah, thank you, my good sir. And good luck with that oblaten." He said, leaving the bar and breathing a sigh of relief after leaving the smell of smelly drunk people. He then headed west, toward the swamp monster.

Kyle runs after Vastick, pausing for only a second to scoop up a tin of oblaten. Hey! I found the creature! I get to come!

OOC: Is that talking or thinking? If I remember correctly, he can't talk. So the below statement is assuming he was thinking.

BIC: Vastic pauses, hearing footsteps he turns around. "Huh? so you wanna come?"

Yes!
OOC:Kyle isn't telepathic and doesn't speak, so he uses sign language. I just decided to use italics for signing rather than quotes.

OOC: Okay.

BIC: "Oh, alright." Vastic says, knowing almost every human language known to man. "But are you sure? You said you barely escaped with your life, and... Well... You ARE a little young..." He says, finaly noting Kyle's height. "Oh, and if it carried longswords... If it can use a weapon, is it possible that it is capable of speech?"