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gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
gonnawreckit) wrote2012-11-14 12:57 am
100m: I'm gonna wreck it! [Action]
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[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]
What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...
[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]
[Action 2]
[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]
[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]
What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...
[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]
[Action 2]
[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]
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[ IKKI, THAT'S RUDE. ]
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Well, it's my job! What're ya gonna do about it, kiddo?
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And I dunno. We could go get cupcakes?
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And cupcakes? That... [reminds him too much of Vanellope.] Nope.
action 2; that moment when this thread is like 1/4th of the comments on this post...
action 2; I blame you
action 2; WHY WE SHOULD BE BLAMING YOU!!!
action 2; YOU MADE IT LAST THIS LONG
action 2; SO DID YOU, YOU KEPT REPLYING
action 2; BUT YOU KEPT REPLYING BACK
action 2; I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A VICIOUS CYCLE
action 2; YOU'RE A VICIOUS CYCLE
action 2; YOUR FACE IS A VICIOUS CYCLE
action 2; YOUR WORDS ARE HURTFUL
action 2; SO ARE YOURS
action 2; SO, ARE YOURS
action 2; I SAW THAT