Substitution
Deacon Blues
[Whew. Thank God I decided to hide in the trash can outside.]
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Ma'am, if you don't come out, we will shoot.awcrapawcrapawcrapawcrap... what do i do, what do i do?
*looks around in panic*
*notices something*
...oooooo.... *grabs the gasoline with a mischievous smile*
*while the police shouts demands outside katt was busy douseing the whole store in gasoline*[...Why are there police sirens? What is going on?]
[...Eh, probably nothing.]
Ma'am, if you don't come out, we will shoot.
Quickly, to the other side!*while the police shouts demands outside katt was busy douseing the whole store in gasoline*
*she then headed to the back door, and stuck a lighter down*
*she ran and threw the open lit lighter as far as she could in the gasoline building*
*Notices the page and picks it up**my corpse is conveniently near the page that Sub took from my book*
Police: YOUR HANDS, UP NOW!Quickly, to the other side!
*rushes to the back of the building*
...
*surrounds Luma at gunpoint*
bring...back...*Notices the page and picks it up*
Huh whats this. . . oh its that note mvg showed me
*Tries to read it*
. . . urg. . . what. . . is this. . .?
Hmm. . . what . . . was that-bring...back...
*Startled a bit by katt's unexpected entrance**comes back through the apartment through the window*
hiya konnie~
read...Hmm. . . what . . . was that-
Hey! Hey! You there! Buddy!
*I notice a talking plush toy among the ongoing chaos. For some reason I can't explain, it appears to be talking to me.*Have you seen a psychotic little girl anywhere? Like... This high? And a bit of a brat?
Microphone? What're you talking abou-I mean look, I just need a place to hide for a while. She... kinda wants me dead.*I notice a talking plush toy among the ongoing chaos. For some reason I can't explain, it appears to be talking to me.*
"Ignoring the fact that you're talking for a moment. I'll assume it's a hidden microphone. Sadly, no, I've seen no such girl. Can I help you file a missing person's report? Or perhaps write a small piece for the paper?"
"Wants you dead? That's a bit extreme. I could just put you on a higher shelf if you're that worried. I doubt she'd be able to reach."Microphone? What're talking abou-I mean look, I just need a place to hide for a while. She... kinda wants me dead.
Y-yeah, she's kinda like that."Wants you dead? That's a bit extreme. I could just put you on a higher shelf if you're that worried. I doubt she'd be able to reach."
- I toss the doll onto a higher shelf in the store. -
"On second thought, one of my buddies back at the office might like a talking doll. I think I'll take you with me," I say as I grab the doll and put it in a bag, heading for the office.Y-yeah, she's kinda like that.
I-I mean... The, toy store being burned down... Yeah that was her one hundred percent.
Oh... Okay."On second thought, one of my buddies back at the office might like a talking doll. I think I'll take you with me," I say as I grab the doll and put it in a bag, heading for the office.
"Doubt you'll see the little brat there anyway."
"I'd sooner lose my press pass for good," I said. "Consider it off the record."Oh... Okay.
If you want to know more about them though... Just go to here...
*writes down a note containing the address to LoneKonWolf 's and Natz~ 's apartment*
They'll know more about this than me. Just... please for the love of God don't tell them I sent you.
Er. . . leave the body. . . or at least clean it last please, bringing back our friend is a priority, so we would like the opportunity to do so.LoneKonWolf
Name's Omar, didn't ya see my name tag?
*Points to name tag covered with doodles of unicorns and rainbows*
Anyways, I'm guessin' you need me to clean up that body over there? Well you're in luck, that just happens to be one of my specialties!
*Picks up mop and walks over to dead body*
Read. . . i just heard read. . . great, perfect I'm going freaking insane in this madman monstrosity of a world that is planning to take me too. So much for the faith of the world. . .read...
Enough with the voices of the beyond for one day please, I'm going to go sleep. . .save me...kon....
. . . oh. . . great the voices are back, most be short on madmen to whisper to. . .Kon...
Go away delusions, don't you have some homeless person to convince that his dog is trying to murder his neighborhood . . .Kon...can you hear me?
Kon...you don't recognize me?Go away delusions, don't you have some homeless person to convince that his dog is trying to murder his neighborhood . . .
Ah yes my own inner conscience disguised as an outward deity of a voice just so i have an excuse for not going mad.Kon...you don't recognize me?
It's me...idiot...
No...it's me...Ah yes my own inner conscience disguised as an outward deity of a voice just so i have an excuse for not going mad.
I refuse to believe this all, even though i have literally been talking. . .to. . .myself. . . all this time
Oh great. Theres goes the last sane man in the world, were doomed