Comedy RP reborn

[Aerozord]

Now some of you may remember my old comedy RP. It is an 8-bit inspired comedy RP. In here you can be silly but not over the top. example, "I suddenly grow a tail that shoots lasers and kills everyone." thats a no no. But you can do this, "I can place a hypercube into my bag of holding which causes a feed back loop that will colapse the castle in on itself if you like." That is ok. Also I am back from some serious RPing so there are a few other rules.

Biggest thing is that I want people to try and make posts atleast 5 sentances. There of course will be some lee-way with battles and conversation of course. Also when you join add a profile while you are at it. You may join at anytime just figure out away to get into the story. Also remember this is 8-bit inspired not based. That means just because you are a black mage doesn't mean you have to be obsessed with evil, stabbing, white mage, and pie. I will be a RM but I wont be a twink master.

ok for the set up we will be starting with the basic defeat the bad guy because the king wants us too begining. From there we will let the story move as it wants.

Name: RM
Class: Red mage
Home: none of your business
gender: male
Age: old enough
Bio: he quests for powerful items, no one knows exactly why.
Personality: Arrogant, dominant, and for the most part serious.

(you can add appearance if you like)

IC: RM is walking towards the weaponshop to get some gear. "How did I ever let that dumb*ss king rope me into this." He then thinks back to his meeting with the king. "Oh right the giant piles of gil and items. Well in any case I should be able to get those items I had on lay away. I just hope that moron remembered to give me some help."

[SquirrelWizard]

Name: Tink(Damien Adams if you really want to know)
Class: Artificier
Home: That big crater over yonder.
gender: male
Age: 25 to 28, too many explosions have left their marks.
Bio: He doesn't quest for power, as he quest for items to work with, and create gadgets, like a subhypermatterconverter/fowl, which he has dubbed the chickenator (though he has the guns designs, he doesn't yet have the parts, and supplies to make it).
Personality: Logic runs to a dark corner, curls into the fetal position, sucks its thumb, and rocks back and forth. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of him.

Tink was currently at the weapons shop, and already in trouble. Well, not exactly now, but sometime in the near future. We'll give you a holler when that time is happening, but since I'm the narrator, and this is highly unprofessional, I'll get back to the story. As I was saying, Tink was looking at a sword. It wasn't a shortsword, not even a longsword. It wasn't the ever popular katana or no-dachi, and especially not a claymore. It was just a sword. At this point, is both when Tink gets into trouble, and the person whom created the sword is arrested for creating a nameless item.

Tink thought to himself, "how much would it take to make that sword even better than before? Flaming decals, and a paint job? No, thats a au... auto... automehicky. I know! I'll just ask if I can add a chainsaw attachment, and various other things! Then I can call it a Swiss Army Sword! But who are the Swiss, and why do they have an army, and still sell swords?" He walked into the shop to inform the blacksmith of his proposed project. I would like to point out that this is the second, second time I repeat, that Tink got in trouble. The first was about various copyright infringements, and other legal actions not yet created. The dwarf, dwarves always seem to be blacksmiths for some reasons and not florist, looked up. He was having a bad day. First his beard caught on fire three times today, and it wasn't even lunch time! Then his apprentice brough him Iron ore, when he wanted Coal, and Coal when he wanted Iron ore. Suffice to say, the apprentice was not to be seen, and wouldn't land for at least two days. Finally, he slammed the hammer on his hand, and it stung this time. Tink just opened his mouth, when the trouble started. The exact details of Tink's merciless removal from the shop have been deemed too gory, bloody, and lengthy to be written, so have been censored. All the way up to a certain point. Tink was pondering his launch velocity, angle of release, and the variable velocity of a person kicked out of a shop, quite litterally I might add, by a angry dwarf. Well, that was all about to come to an end.

A screaming missle, well, he wasn't screaming but that is beside the point, was hurtling on a dangerous course for RM. Of course, for the sake of the RP, these characters should meet so certain "sacrifices" must be made. RM looked up to see a man flying through the air straight at him! Having no time to react, he just stood there, and Tink just flew straight overhim. The flying man smashed into a nearby wooden column. The column itself was infested with termites (whom were currently taking a vacation to Hawaii, where ever that is) and so the post almost disintigrated. The actuall part that wasn't eaten, oddly enough the top. Toppled forward at RM. RM, stunned by this display, watched the post come down, and land at his feet. What he didn't see was that the post also landed on a wagon, that had a very heavy helmet on its edge, in such a way, that the helmet was launched with much velocity into the air. RM was still trying to figure out what happened, when the helmet descended upon him. The helmet landed on his head, though that didn't actually cause harm, and got stuck over his eyes. Tink, who was already extracting himself out of the termites livingroom, looked at what happened, and sat there calculating the chance that he could repeat the feat of physics.