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[paradisamods]

  Fourth Wall Meme

It's the return of the Fourth Wall Meme, and we're opening it for the next full week! paradisa does not allow non-members to post or comment in our main community, so we're offering this as a place to roleplay with our cast. Both character journals and personal journals are welcome, as well as doubles, original characters, AUs, whatever. Not all can be applied to the main game, but they're certainly welcome here.

Premise:
You wake up in a giant, magical castle. Everything is beautiful and the castle grants material wishes. It also provides a magic journal to every resident that allows everyone to communicate with each other like a two-way radio.
 

Format:
[Actions] Dialogue.

IE:
[Mickey Mouse enters the room, and sits down at the kitchen table.]

Gosh, guys, is this place ever swell!

What are you gonna do?

Comments

[babyaliendaddy]

Dude, the last time you saw me was on the space ship on the way back to Blood Glutch.

[grifshot]

What are you talking about? The ship crashed and now we're stuck in another canyon. It was your fault so I'm surprised you don't remember it.

[pause]

Actually never mind.

[babyaliendaddy]

How the hell was it MY fault -- wait, did we take directions from Caboose?

[grifshot]

I don't think so...Wash said you were flirting with the pilot.

[babyaliendaddy]

Ooooooh ... yeah that sounds like something that would be my fault. My bad, dude. She must have been hot.

[grifshot]

I would hope so. Because if we actually die this time? I'm blaming you.

[babyaliendaddy]

Ppppffffft. If a million Texes didn't kill us, I doubt one ship crash will.

[grifshot]

We survive the crash. It's just the starvation, the rain, Cabooses's giant fucking robot, and Sarge that are going to kill us all.

We're relying on Donut to rescue us, Tucker. Donut.

[babyaliendaddy]

Ooooooh shit. That's ... Donut?

Yeah, we're fucked.

[grifshot]

Yup. And it's your fault.

[babyaliendaddy]

Hey, I take no blame for Donut.

[grifshot]

Yeah, Donut's not really your fault. He's Wash's fault.

The crash and starvation are yours.

[babyaliendaddy]

Exactly. Always blame Wash for Donut.

Well dude, you did need to go on a diet.

[grifshot]

No way. My body's a temple, and a diet would just ruin it.

[That's...not exactly how that works Grif...]

[babyaliendaddy]

Dude, if your body is a temple, it's sort of like ... ruined....

[Not even in the slightest is that how it works.]

[grifshot]

So?

[He...doesn't really have a comeback.]

Whatever. Your body's ruined.

[babyaliendaddy]

Man, my body is in peak, lady pleasing, condition.

[grifshot]

If there are any ladies around.

[babyaliendaddy]

Where I am now? You would not believe how many ladies. Like ... at least ten.