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smash_logs2012-03-11 01:10 am
tank_rockarms) wrote in smash_logs2012-03-11 01:10 am
My Soul Burns, My Heart is Aflame with Passion: A Terrible Transformation! The Tears of a Venusaur!
Who: Max and Skullkid, and then Max and YOU
What: Max makes a stupid wish. The stupid wish comes true.
Where: Outside of the gym, and then everywhere.
When: 7am Sunday, March 11 - 7am Sunday, March 18
Warnings: A whole lot of violence. Everything on fire. Swearing.
Max was tired of all of this runaround, stressful world of concerns that he was currently inhabiting, a place where he was still on bad relations with Vinnie and Sasha was a who-knows-what.
He walked to the gym with a heavy heart. Even weightlifting was becoming slightly cumbersome. What a terrible feeling this was, to have life's greatest joy become a chore.
More to himself than anything else, and surely there was no-one hanging off of a rooftop or anything to overhear him, "Sometimes I wish I was a pokemon. It'd be easier if I was. Everything. You know. If I was a pokemon."
Just the words of a simple man with his simple thoughts thinking simple things.
((OOC: Post a time and a place to meet with... ... ...this guy. Though I would like to save the first encounter for Char. And then everyone else.))
What: Max makes a stupid wish. The stupid wish comes true.
Where: Outside of the gym, and then everywhere.
When: 7am Sunday, March 11 - 7am Sunday, March 18
Warnings: A whole lot of violence. Everything on fire. Swearing.
Max was tired of all of this runaround, stressful world of concerns that he was currently inhabiting, a place where he was still on bad relations with Vinnie and Sasha was a who-knows-what.
He walked to the gym with a heavy heart. Even weightlifting was becoming slightly cumbersome. What a terrible feeling this was, to have life's greatest joy become a chore.
More to himself than anything else, and surely there was no-one hanging off of a rooftop or anything to overhear him, "Sometimes I wish I was a pokemon. It'd be easier if I was. Everything. You know. If I was a pokemon."
Just the words of a simple man with his simple thoughts thinking simple things.
((OOC: Post a time and a place to meet with... ... ...this guy. Though I would like to save the first encounter for Char. And then everyone else.))
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Five times.
That was too many times.
Brock was a little bewildered by all this. Perhaps it was because he'd escaped most of the school's strange happenings. If it had happened to him five times, then sure. Maybe he'd be desensitized.
"Why would you...not want to be regular you?"
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"Woah, woah woah! Watch it!"
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"It ain't like I was gonna hit nothin' with that."