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A Perpetual Motion Engine of Anxiety and Self-Loathing
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So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
You make them as long as the specific post calls for.
In my own case I made a long arsed first post because I didn't want to subject everyone to a 6 post origin arc... 5 of which would largely be damn similar to comics canon.
Mine will be shrinking as he hits the US.
@Sep I've found no issues with the length of your stuff.
I have only been sleeping for eight hours and y'all acting crazy. With 100+ ooc posts and a shit ton of IC posts to read. And on a Sunday???? I am suppose to relax on a Sunday!
When the Lord rested he'd finished making a whole damn universe! Get your ass to work!
Post up introducing my version of the Enforcers: Captain Boomerang as the leader, Mac Gargan as the second in command, Delilah replacing Fancy Dan, and Aleksei Sytsevich as the brute of the group.
Also featured is "Stupid high school kids do stupid things while overly emotional", aka the Spidey story
I bet Poison Ivy's still sore about that, given that "drug people into doing sexy evil stuff with me" is her entire gimmick and yet Talia was the one that actually produced something out of it.
*Harley and Ivy both open their Christmas presents, copies of "He's Just Not That Into You" and turn away from each other in a huff*
So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So there I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.</div>