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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]

[Tucker rolls his eyes.]

And? Does it make me a better person? Does it help me love my son better?

[deardirect0r]

It allows you to have some chance of defending your son against our enemies.

Unless you think you could do it without the armor?

[babyaliendaddy]

[Oh good grief. He's not going to be happy until Tucker says something about the fucking armor. He really is Church. One track fucking mind.]

Thank you for the armor, Director. [Said in a mono-tone.] It's spiffy.

[deardirect0r]

[The armor is just an example. Something that Tucker would take for granted, that actually took years of R&D to get working. And the armor is only a fraction of the ultimate goal of the Project.
Which he has absolutely no expectation that Tucker will understand or appreciate.]

Now, if you're done wasting my time...

[Plus, face it... the armor is pretty damned impressive. He could have just handed it over to ONI as is and they would have wet themselves with joy.]

[babyaliendaddy]

[Tucker shook his head in disgust. Yeah, that's right. Tucker, the lowly sim soldier, thought as much of the Director as he did alien shit. Which wasn't much besides 'nasty'.]

The copy of you is ten times the man that you actually are. No wonder she loves him and not you. [And with that, Tucker turns his back on the Director, and starts walking away, muttering under his breath.] And no wonder everyone under your command turned into a fucking mess... what a douchebag...