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6 yrs ago
Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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7 yrs ago
Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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8 yrs ago
Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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@Aewin As it was foretold in the prophecies.
I sure hope that that wasn't bad... Its the first post I've written in months, so please forgive me.
Shaun Ellen
~ Uncontrolled ~


The fluorescent lights of the elevator lightly flickered as the mechanism slowly came to a stop, oddly not accompanied by a "ding" as was generally accepted to be the universal way for a machine, such as a microwave, to alert those around that it had finished the task it had been instructed to do - though varieties had come about throughout the ages. The boy inside, one Shaun Ellen of infinite talent, began to open his eyes, but quickly shut them again as the light filled his vision.

As feeling returned to his body and the light induced headache faded, he quickly became aware of his environment; noticing the metalic doors and painted letters reading "ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE". A groan escaped his lips as he repositioned himself on the cold floor, noticing all the small pains from being seated in the elevator. Taking note of the surroundings while the pins and needles of the awkward position faded, voices from outside drew his attentions. It sounded like two others were on the other side of the door.

A slight static shifted his gaze upwards to a small TV screen mounted in a corner of the chamber. It flickered to life, revealing a black and white bear with an odd red mark where an eye would have been. It began to talk, and revealed itself as "Monokuma".

He began to stand, and as he did the bear began listing off names and strangely comical introductions along with them; almost how a video game producer might introduce their characters in a trailer. Each were rattled through in turn, listing their "Infinite Talent" and other miscellaneous information, eventually coming to his own.

“Shaun Ellan is a web designer, I guess? I mean we don't have internet here, so I'm a little fuzzy on the details. I guess he's a spider? Expanding the web and eating all the bugs that fly into it?” The bear scratched it's head. “I'm sorry Shaun, I'm not very familiar with arachnids. Only insects like mosquitoes and humans.”

Strange... As he thought about it further, it became apparent that he had no memory of entering an elevator. There was the restaurant - that one that had a kind of street magician performing as entertainment for waiting diners - and then the food... And that was more or less all he remembered. What made it more distressing was that the elevator itself had no obvious escape; no buttons, no levers, no service hatch. He was sealed in, and the doors didn't appear to be opening any time soon. Shaun stepped up to them, banging the metal a couple times with his fist, but to no avail.

Or at least that was how it seemed. The transmission faded with a crackle and the screen returned to black, leaving the boy once again alone. Making a guess, he took a small step back, and watched as the doors to the elevator slid open. The brightness of the lights hit him at once, not helped by the white paint that coated the walls, despite it being old and worn and peeling in small areas periodically.

Taking a step out, Shaun was immediately greeted with the sight of others - two to be exact, with a male dressed seemingly normally, and a female fully dressed in armour. From down the hall to his right, he could hear other voices - one oddly robotic, and another feminine - and from all around the sliding open of metallic doors sounded. The boy took a step forwards, slightly lowering his face so his mouth was covered by his scarf, and approached the two.

"Um... H-hi..." his voice was a tad lightly than one might have expected, as well as more unsteady. His normally ragged hair was looking even more dishevelled than usual, and his eyes were constantly trained on the floor just past the two he was talking to. But despite that, there didn't seem to be any worry on his face past that of having to talk to people, and his fixed eyes never betrayed any kind of fear.

"I'm, uh... Shaun..." pulling his face up out of the scarf a tad, he attempted to get a better look at the two's faces, "N-nice to meet you..."

<Snipped quote by Melo>

The Russians hacked it.


Correction, Shaun hacked it ^~^
@BrokenPromise Impassable wall?! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!

*Coughs*

Now that you've compared Shaun to a spider I have to poison someone. Maybe I can get Kara to team up with me and off the competition at dinner ^~^
@Brithwyr SHUT UR PIEHOLE!

Yes, but murder is more fun.
@Spriggs27 I'm pretty sure the point is to plan out the murder. After all, a murder IS premeditated.
@Aewin If you'd prefer, I can hang you from the roof with your violin and make it look like a suicide ^~^
@ThatCharacter Please, God can't save you from us.
@Brithwyr And that winner is me, right?
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