"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

A garbage can with LEGS had appeared out of nowhere. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Said a voice. The garbage can stood up and starting running around. Where was he running around? Some people setting up camp. The can appeared out of nowhere, obviously. There wasn't like there was millions of cans scattered about. "Can someone help me? I thought this was a good idea!" The can yelled. That was before the can conveniently slipped off, revealing a teenager with fawn-colored hair, and red headphones.

When he looked in front of him, he saw some people that had set up camp. What were their fucking names? Hold on, let me go back to the OOC-oh, and this isn't Garbage Can Boy talking either. Um....Nonon, Whitney, and some others. Nonon. The fuck? Who named a character Nonon? That's like naming Alucard Alualuc or some shit. That name doesn't even make sense! I mean, what the shit? Were they on drugs? I can imagine that.

[i]A game creator is drunk as fuck with like five others. A conversation ensues.

"Dude, what the fuck should we call this character?"

"Meth."

"No."

"Nonon!"

"FUCK YES, YOU'RE A GENIUS!"[/i]

Oh god.

Oh, and the Garbage Can Boy's name was Yosuke Hanamura. He looked at the others that had set up camp and said, "Hi. Where am I?" He asked, bluntly.