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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/17 00:30 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus walks in the door with a bag of smelly cigars. He looks around, tosses the sandals from his ugly feet, combs his fingers through his hair. He searched through his robes and socks, he shoves his hands into his shorts, and he finally comes up with a blue ray. He holds it up,the twinkling lights coming off the mirrorball making the DVD cover sparkle and come alive]

Hurlyburly. The best Sean Penn movie ever. We just need a DVD player. Hm.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/17 00:46 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey sets up a screen behind his cherrywood. he eases the white screen up till it clicks and hooks into its slot. he rushes over to DeP's desk, where the movie player resides. he slides the DVD that Jesus handed him into the slot, and he hits PLAY. the movie starts and doomey gets to his feet and waves his arms]

turn down the lights, man. jesus fucking Christ, turn down the lights!
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/17 00:54 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol staggers over to the light switch beside the door, she punches the shit out of it, the lights in the Floor go dead. And the movie explodes on the white screen]

Ah damn, I love this fucking movie.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/17 01:05 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus collapses beside Carol. He reaches in his robes and comes up with a buttery bag of popcorn. He shoves some popcorn in his maw, offers the bag to Carol. He leans back against the cherrywood as the movie really kicks into gear. He and Carol and DePlancher watch the screen, DePlancher inching closer and closer to the two popcorn munching loons]
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/17 15:34 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[The Rorschalk waltzes in front of the screen with his chess board bronzed forever in the sequence of his prior checkmate of his lord and savior Jesus ... and pauses to say]

To gloat! Perchance to dream. Now ...

[He glances around at the empty desks]

Where's the cap?

[He scuttles away into the gloaming, bent on his lifelong endeavor...]

The cap. The precious cap!

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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/18 12:45 By: rockefeller Status: Admin  
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An impressive struggle and seriously unorthodox strategy: to sucker one's opponent into a premature positional sacrifice (ala fried liver) by blocking one's own queen pawn with one's bishop on like the 2nd move. The Rockster is impressed... nay, chagrined. You should gloat.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/19 12:40 By: bulldust Status: Admin  
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The Bullmeister snorts. This is nerd crap.

Never mind the cap, where's the nachos?

Bulldust reaches into a cheap styrofoam cooler and pulls out a can of Busch.

Anybody want some?

He looks around and grimaces. Are we really out of cap?
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/21 00:15 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[Rorschalk appears a harbinger of doom out of the fog, at the helm of a vintage clipper ship at full laundry, though its sails are still as wet towels on the line, the water clear as glass and translucent down to the nautical mile where lies the beast leviathan, seen as bleak tadpole on the smeary deep ... and heark, he cries!]

Fear not, lads! If all else fails ... we can whip the horses eyes!

[So descrying, the old lunatic abandons his post and skitters up the yard arm to the main mast slick as a macaque on a pinon tree, then straddles the crows nest, points and cackles like a loon]

Whatever you do, remember this ... I want my last meal .... CHICKENFRIED.

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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/22 00:47 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey moves to the rail, grasps it just as a wave of horrid sea water tackles him and throws him to the shit-smeared deck. he scrambles to the hatch, grabs the thick hemp netting, secures himself somewhat. he gazes up, shielding his gaze with a partly burned palm and a melted cuff, and he watches as Rorschalk perches his crusty-self upon the crows nest, laughing like a madman, pointing at something a dove (or a crow) may have found just hours prior. doomey erects himself and takes steps to the deck side, and he, once again, grabs the slimed, rotting rail, and he stances his leathered, feathered and beaded doll-like frame up against the barricade, and he wipes at the snot running down his lip with his blackened cuff]


motherfucking land ho, bitches!

[doomey wipes sweat from his brow. he looks over his his shoulder]

oh, and bulldust, hey man, you can just go pleasure yourself, stranger.

[doomey stands shipside, the ocean wind fucking his hair up royally, and he waits to see how the bull can possibly fuck up the rules of TQR more than he/she's done up to this point]

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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/22 01:06 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus walks up from below decks, his fist squeezing the neck of a demon-ridden ferret, his other hand brandishing a nasty looking firearm, short-barreled and heavy of ammo. Between his lips smolders a Java, and he's puffing on the cigar with each of his heavy breaths]


We are seriously in danger of sickness, cousins.


[Jesus looks around the deck, nods his head, and he shoves his pistol into his belt. He snaps the neck of the ferret, and he tosses the rodent overboard. He grabs his cigar and airs his lips]

Where are we?
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/22 01:11 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol runs from the back of the ship, her hands all waving and pumping]

We're on a pirate ship!

[She comes within talking distance of Boligard and Jesus. She puts her palms on her knees and leans into it, breathes. A few beats. She stands erect, twists her lips, looks from Jesus to Boligard]

Motherfuckers. We are on a pirate ship.
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/22 12:57 By: rockefeller Status: Admin  
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There are rules here?
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/22 13:38 By: bulldust Status: Admin  
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[Bulldust scratches his head wondering what rules he had broken and laments that he was not afforded the opportunity to celebrate this achievement. Unless it was the chess board thing, in which case that was just a bunch of overthinking nerds that needed to be taught a lesson, anyway.]

Listen Doodoo, you can suck my left nut.

[The Bullmeister looks around again, apparently confused.]

Wait, if this is a pirate ship, where's the parrot?
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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/24 00:03 By: carol Status: Admin  
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Rules. Yes Madam, or Sir or whatever the fuck you are. It's been so simple and so easy to follow the rules...

[Carol grabs the rail as the ship butts up against a monstrous swell]


When we fucking talk, we talk, you dumb ass motherfucker. When go into action...


[Carol swings her arms wildy, and then she calms her left palm on the pistol hilt rested on her right hip]


...we make it clear it's action.

[Carol walks across the deck, sea foam spitting her in the face]


We've been doing this for like 15 years, cousins. How in the fuck could you not understand how we work? The fucking rules!


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Re:wk 3.0
Date: 2018/06/25 01:00 By: bulldust Status: Admin  
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Bulldust shrugs.

Uh, yeah. Fuck it.
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