Gentlemanvaultboy

Animal Army

"I'm just saying man, don't forget that you're human. Forget that and you open yourself up to all kinds of nasty thoughts. If you've got to listen to your instincts then listen to the half of you that won natural selection, y'know."

Animal Army

"Wait, hold on, rewind a bit: you're saying I'm an animal now?" Shemp says, faux shocked. "You mean that thing I was before being injected with the DNA of a different animal? Freaky."

Animal Army

"Yeah. No need to freak out fleabag, I was just taking the piss." Shemp says, wondering what sort of asylum they'd dragged that freak out of. He reached out without looking and grabbed something from the table before turning to Oliver and raising a finger. "If you want to know, I threw one punch." he said, lifting what he grabbed to his mouth before catching sight of it.

A shrimp. He loved shrimp. He sighed and tossed it back down onto the platter. "Well now it'd be cannibalism, wouldn't it?" he say to himself.

Animal Army

Shemp didn't sit down, instead wandering down the table until he found a plate of clams, casually picking up a dull knife from the table and opening the little bugger up before nosily slurping up the contents. He nodded his head back and forth a few times, then picked up a napkin and spat out what he'd eaten into it. "Pthhh. Nope, that's not good. That's crap. Don't like clams." That was disappointing, he personally felt he should enjoy clams at least a little bit. Maybe some other mollusk would suit his fancy.

He let the shell clatter back onto the plate before plopping himself down into a seat at the end of the table, leaning back in his chair and grinning at the rich boys introduction. "Oh yeah, my name's Shemp Thistle and I am also a millionaire." he said offhandedly. "Don't want to draw attention to it or anything. Just giving fair warning that I'm ,y'know, kind of a big deal. Just saying, y'know. For the record."

Animal Army

Is this still open?

Name: Samuel "Shemp" Thistle

Age: 16

Appearance: 5 foot seven Caucasian male with a solid musculature and short black hair. Blue eyes. It's clear that his nose has been broken at least once.

Animal: Mantis Shrimp

Bio: "Hey, buddy, can have a second. No, no, no, put that down, I'm not on that list. Well you know, the list...the list....y'know, of potential subjects? Don't look so surprised, there are a bunch of teenagers locked up in here with nothing to do but talk. Did you really think it wouldn't get out? No wait, look, come back, come back, no need to unleash the hounds it's just a rumor. Though, seeing how you reacted..."

"Look buddy, you seem like a straight shooter so I'm gonna shoot straight with you: I want in. No, look, I'm only not on that list because I'm getting out in a few weeks. Listen, all I did was punch the wrong guys son, it wasn't even a real fight, the dickhead cut me in line and then looked all smug about it. Maybe I kicked him too, doesn't matter, point is his dad was the district attorney so here I am. But my lawyer uncovered the dirty business, got me a retrial, I'm through that and out in a few weeks. But, see, there's this guy in block D. Sex offender, real creep, I could go mess him up and that's felony assault right there, double my original sentence. Enough for you, right?"

"Wait, wait, wait, look, okay, let me just list the advantages, okay? Reason number one, I'm not a basehead. Reason number two, I'm not some psycho murderer who could potentially just, y'know, go off at any moment. Number three, I want to do this so I won't be resentful or nothing. I won't be plotting your death and planning to escape or anything like that. Reason number four; I watch a lot of animal planet. Look, help me out here! I'm in my twelfth foster home, I'm crap in school, I've got no prospects now or in the near future. I have no future but to be some wage-slave, moving boxes or digging holes for a living. So I don't care if you have to inject me with praying mantis DNA, or irradiate a hyena and let it maul me, or dump me into a vat of molten whale, whatever, I don't care, I want it."

"What do you say?"

So call me crazy

I once woke up to a scary old woman I didn't know screaming at me. But I knew it was a waking dream so I just went back to sleep.

My point is that dreams don't matter, can't hurt you, and don't mean anything. If you're seriously hearing voices then for gods sake don't talk back to them, that will only make them seem more real. There's also no shame in seeing a professional about something like this.

A Game of Stands - A JJBA roleplay

"How fun! I do enjoy a good game every now and then. Hmm." James leans back against the wall with his hand thoughtfully cupping his chin. "A shadow perhaps? Though a shadow can be above you as well. As can a cave. A person, perhaps? No person is above any other, and they can be all around you. But though you can use another person to hide something, that's not what you use people for primarily.

He knocks the side of his head a few times. "Or maybe my thinking is less literal than necessary." He taps his foot on the ground and listens to the sound. "Do you think this place has a basement?"

A Game of Stands - A JJBA roleplay

"Now that's why it's important to keep your ears open whenever you meet someone new." James says, sauntering up the the door. "You could miss the important things they say. I'll repeat it for you though; James Rodgers. Speaking of poor manners..." He a knocks polity on the big metal doors three times. He waits for the echo to die down before putting hand up to his mouth and yelling, "Excuse me, you have guests. You did invite us over, didn't you? It's rude to keep guest standing outside."

Jurassic Park

HolidayHermit said
I don't like how futuristic the park looks.

They spared no expense.

Jurassic Park

I really hope we get a Lego Jurassic Park game out of this.