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“Poof-time it is, then.” Day began teleporting randomly to anywhere but his ‘destination’.
Meanwhile in a parallel universe where teleportation is physically common.
“My God. the teleportation is… immense!” (Poof)Finally, Day teleported to where Tails and the others were.
500 feet up, of course. With a Snorlax on his tail.
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“Someplace I made called the Carnival. I practically pulled you into my head. Which, thinking of the last time that happened to me, feels gross. Anyway, shouldn’t we get back to the others?”
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The Katana shattered in parry of the Force Palm, and Day sat down, confused.
“Where-? Wha-? Whachamawhat-?”
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Nothing? pfff.
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Raising his Juggalo Katana (Seriously, where-?), Day starts off with one word: “Enjoy.”
Day then teleports next to Gamer and strikes repeatedly, endlessly, teleporting everytime he struck.
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Random idea coming through.
Maybe you could make a RP/game about someone trying to escape a place in his/her mind called… umm… the Dark Carnival or something. Names aren’t my thing, so you can come up with ’em.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAQgcmARf9E
Welcome to the Dark Carnival. Enjoy your stay.
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Legends, Shmegends. Those shmucks can’t lift a wing without a Machoke there to kiss their ass. If they finally got the disease, good fer them. If not, whatever.
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Day stood with a crazed grin on his face. He tilted and rolled his head toward Gamer.
“Hey buuuddy. Heheh. How you doooooin’?” His eyes are demonic and his speech is slurred. In his hands he holds a strange unidentified device, and a Juggalo Katana. ((Where did he get that from, anyway?))
((You may want to prepare yourself. Quickly-73956395^&*($%@)%$( :O) kojkn))
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How many hours of blank time did I log? ‘Cause everyone moved. A LOT. I guess the stars D-1553-X through D-2054-Y are doin’ okay. Staring at ’em must help ’em out. Anywho.
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*Twitch* Ow. Let me de-mangle myself real quick.
——————-*5 minutes later*——————————There we go. I see about…. 2 people standing there for no reason. I wonder…. wait. I heard somein’ ’bout a guy named Day. Something about that gives me willies. Might as well say hey to these guys.
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Day shudders. “Oh man. Memories galore.” He then teleports away somewhere, maybe wishing to distance himself before he-^#&*(#%#@$$)62506326^($%$*@(%5-2345(#$($
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“Ahh. A relaxing car ride to Hoenn, the most hostile place for fire types. I mean, think about it. Almost every Pokémon there has an advantage against fire-types in some way by now.”
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Name: Unknown (Can give nicknames to him)
Gender: Male.
Original Species: Unknown. 2 Extra lungs present.
Affiliation: Amnesiac dude.
Side on War: None.
(Likely) Alignment: Peace Keepers.
Personality: Pretty damn serious. Gives me the shivers.
Appearance: He is a tall, skinny and apparently badass man in a black suit. Do whatever you want, he IS NOT James Bond.
History: Unknown, even to him.
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Annnd I’m falling out of a plane. Again. Really seems like planes just hate me for some reason. Anyway, I should probably introduce myself as I fall to what likely appears to be my doom. My name is July, creative, I know, and unless you knew my parents, you have said or thought by now how stupid that name is. Wait- one sec.
KERROOOMMMMMMMMMMMM
*5 minutes later*
Sorry ’bout that. As I was gonna say, I can’t die. Ever. Which seems awesome to you, I bet. Trust me, living forever SUCKS. It’s like having all of your ice cream melt in about 2 seconds, while everyone else’s is still cold. Seems I landed next a bajillion other random people- should probably say hi.