Hey Camp~! I'm looking for some info on where I can find rare items. Information on unusual events and monsters is fine too~!

*move over, noobspeaker. there is a new megaphone in town, and it's in the hand of one tracksuited babe standing in the middle of camp.*

ATTENTION!!!

Good. Now that you're all bright eyed and bushy tailed, we can get down to business. You've likely heard who I am by now, and frankly, yes, I have time for an autograph session. Unfortunately for you, that will have to wait. Because of all your whiny cries about EQUAAAAALITY and HUMAN RIIIIGHTS I now have to consider each and every one of you for the new Special Uplifting Cheerleading Klub. That's right. You all are part of SUCK. Fitting.

But just because I have to accept all you losers, it doesn't mean I have to take you like you are. Training begins now. First, we'll get rid of the stuff that you aren't using anyway, so why bother keeping it and adding it your already overweight body, you fatty. Behind me you'll see three boxes. Deposit the appropriate items in the boxes and then get in line. It'll be practice for those unemployment lines you'll be standing in when you're older.

...oh for...

Fine. Since you all can't read the boxes are as follows: SOUL. BRAIN. PINKIE TOES.

((edit: breaking for the night! thank you! ♥))

*in the Mess Hall, there are lot of pitchers of juice! bright blue juice! it sure looks refreshing and tasty! you should drink it*

Aaaaaugh, letmetellyou, we really need a way to fight the mistletoe! Maybe we should setitonfire? We might burn down some cabins butstill! Nomoremistletoe and Franky could build everyone new cabins! Although I bet someone's tried that, burningthemistletoe not buildingcabins, and I bet it's unburnable and probably un-blow-up-able. And youknow, if you didn't mind people kissingyouallthetime, it might not make bad armor or a bad weapon!

Something else that might make a good weapon are zombie heads! We got a lotta zombies and who would like a zombie head thrown at them? Noone! So you throw a zombie head and the person goes AAAAAAAAHHHHH A ZOMBIE HEAD and they duck and you can run! Or they get hit and start yelling about zombie sludge and eeeeeewzombiesludge. Of course, you gotta hold the zombie head and get zombie sludge on your hands somaybeit'snotthatgoodanidea because eeeeeewzombiesludge. And you gotta carry a bag of zombie heads around withyou and who wants to carry around zombie heads? NOTME! A fork catapult suit would be better. You press a button and ZOOM, tonsofforks shoot out and maybe they've got strings attached and you could use the suit to hunt the wildMessHallfood! AhahahahawildMessHallfood...

Wowthisjuiceisreallygoodreallybubbly, I definitely want some more! That pitcher over there hasCaptainUsopp'snameonitIbetmytongue'sallblue!!!

*on second thought, maybe you don't want to drink the juice*

[ooc: drinking the juice will make your character hyper; feel free to hyper it up or boggle at everyone else]

[ITP: There's a sudden explosion near the barrier and an old man walks by a few seconds later. Could he be the one who did it? Is he trying to escape from camp!? Maybe not, unless he likes to survey destruction and disapprove of himself.]

I wonder who could have done this.

[OOC: Latest intro post for Gaius! New voice, new icons etc. so standard warnings apply and my connection sucks. Feel free to mingle too!

ETA: Crashing soon, will pick up later in the morning!]

I am so tired, like exhausted, so I think you should entertain yourselves instead of relying on explosions and my sparkling wit.

((...mingle post. 'Tis the season for wacky tomfoolery.))

[Kairi is bundled up and standing in the snow, looking up at the sky.]

The stars are actually really bright here!

[Edit: ZZZzzzzzzzz I'm passing out, I ought to be able to pick up tomorrow!]

What's it take to get a butler around here? Isn't there any waitstaff?

((Going to bed. The magic 8-ball of picking up threads says "perhaps"!))

[in the messhaaaaaallllllllll, Dietrich was makin' a sandwich. . .]

. . . are we out of bread?

(ooc: slowing downnn/out)

[Somewhere in the Camp, there's suddenly a building that looks like a puppy doghouse, but it's a bit too big to be one. It has a door with a keyhole and it's closed. On its wall there's a sign:

Christmas Sale! Today only!

Price: Only as much as you think it's worth!

from inside you can hear a nine-year-old child's voice] Uwaah, somebody please open! I don't like the food here. And I'm hungry.


(ooc: Two months Camp anniversary for Yuki = deaging (headcanon). Can be a migle post too.)

[sitting on top of the Hospital roof are a pair of boys, staring down at the sea of mistletoe and snow. next to them is a giant pile of boxes covered in brightly-colored shiny paper.]

Humans are so weird. What is all of this for, anyway?

((OOC: S-sloooooow. ETA: This baby angel is going to bed and will pick up all threads later! o/))

[ This lovely afternoon in Camp Fuck You Die, there is a rumbling, a tumbling coming from beneath the earth. It grows louder until one can see the snow cave into a hole rapidly opening in the ground.

And that's when the giant ant bursts from the ground, pitching Zidane into the air. As he tumbles ass over teakettle into the snow, he says:]

I found it!

[he is now face-down in the snow, clutching something in his hand which is orange, shiny, and will ping you very hard if you're one of those who senses ~Light~ and that sorta thing]

((dehiatus for Zidane! And ... updating to Dissidia for the hell of it :V))

[the night is dark, the moon is full, and sitting atop a large rock by the lakeside there is a mysterious blond girl with a harp. it is a sad song that she plays.

but enough about that! what are YOU doing on this charmingly frigid night?]



((... go nuts guys, I will be around but am kinda gross feeling so if I pass out I will get back to it :|b))

[meanwhile, in THIS area of camp, Roy Mustang's gloves and hands split open, right down the scars already there.

Wow that's a shocked noise. And a lot of blood. And cursing]


((ok windin' down kids :|a))

Ah... ahhn~... iyaaan!

H-Hitagi-san, not there!


((ETA: Hitagi's is out for the night, she promises to pick up tomorrow ♥.))

[So Camp's brand of mistletoe came a day early. That's terrible enough on its own, isn't it? Thus, most people would want to retreat indoors, away from the magical greenery that blankets much of the outdoors.

[But not this time. For this time, the mistletoe has decided to also line nearly every window and doorway of nearly every single building in camp, both on the outside...and within.]

((Mistletoe continuation post! :D Have at it, guys!))

OH GOD IT'S BACK! It's not even December yet!

[suddenly, mistletoe, EVERYWHERE!]

[WHEREVER YOU ARE

A PRETTY BUTTERFLY HAS APPEARED

IN YOUR FACE

IT IS THE SIZE OF YOUR HEAD]



...hrm.


((I am housewifing and, thus, will be sort of slow, but I will be around all night. Shooting or otherwise attacking the Rorschach-fly is perfectly fine by me. Also, please, please feel very free to use for whatever mingling purposes you desire. o/

ETA 4 @ 11:50 PM EST: SHOWER TIME bbl BACK OUT FOR THE NIGHT. I will try my best to continue whatever threads are here, but I am going on hiatus in a day or two, so I will be very slow and, unfortunately, unable to pick up new threads. Thank you for playing!))

. . .

*though the nights are getting colder, over here there's a little campfire, a rough lean-to filled with blankets - old, tattered blankets, yes, but blankets - and a man tending a fire, over which hot chocolate is slowly becoming actually hot. and he has marshmallows.

he appears to be talking to the fire. or maybe to you?*

I have wondered, often, whether it's possible to change the future. Even in a very small way. Or is it predestined? If I do something differently once I go home, will everything play out as it's meant to?

But then who's to say whether it's meant to.

((zzzzz will pick up))

[It's a quiet evening in Camp Fuck You Die... unless you're anywhere near Canada, in which case a certain Mountie has just run out of the consulate, screaming his fucking head off.

Behind him spill out a few bloody, slightly worse-for-wear campers.

Investigate?]




((Fallout! Despite the journal we used, this happened in camp. Anyone who goes into the consulate to investigate will find it perfectly normal. Players and stalkers, please read this.))