Staged Roleplay

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
Mia: There’s pizza in the fridge.
Mitch: We’re watching this show.
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
*Top ten sports pos up*
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
*bump*
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
*meanwhile*
BTJ: Hmmmmmmmm.....What to do.
 

Stick Man

Whomp
*Tyler, a 4-6 year old kid runs in to the police station*

Tyler:"Mister Police Man, I need to report a cwime!"
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
New charater!
BTJ: *In Head* Oh **** need to hide the cigar! *Hides cigar* *outlosd* Oh?
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
BTJ: Almighty Chocalte Cheescake triple triple sunday ****! Stupid Kid! *Calls Poison Controll*
 

Stick Man

Whomp
*The Poison Control Line picks up*

"Huh."

*This was not so much a greeting as it was a statement that the person in question exists (barely) or maybe a sound one would make upon being hit with a pillow*
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
BTJ: ? Are you having a moment again?
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
BTJ: Good, Get your fat *** down here!
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
BTJ: *Faceplam Intensifys*
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
BTJ: *Hangs up*
Can we add hospital?
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
Yes! Oh boy the plots possible with a hospital!
BTJ: COME ON YOU STUPID SON OF A *Wario* WORK! *Engine starts*
 

The Dark Core

M-M-Magic?
BTJ: *Parks at the Hospital*
*opens the door while holding the kid and goes in the hospital*
*meanwhile*
Mia: Ask peter.
 
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