I'm gonna try forum RP again. It's been a while since I've done it, but I think it could be a lot of fun to let off steam. I'm sure if you figured out the title, then you figured out that I've decided to do this the way I do any of my short stories. Let's just wing it! (For those of you that didn't, that's Lord of the Rings, the Matrix, X-Men United, and Star Wars: A New Hope all in one title)
Just have fun and role play whatever comes to mind. This is kind of a creative writing exercise with the help of all of you. React to other people playing, and add your own twist. Try to leave it open and be respectful of other people's characters - no forcing them to respond; let them do that! But if you're good you can roll with any punch. Even if it's something silly! Example - a meteor is crashing to the planet and will wipe out all life everywhere. So you hit it with a titanium alloy adamantium bat, because those exist, and send it hurtling back to Glacknor 7. I think everyone gets it. Let's see how this goes! Open RP!
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Proto threw himself against a wall, pressing his back into it as a laser guided pool noodle slapped with the force of a thousand million gigatons into the wall near him. The cement melted and burned the fur on his arm. Curling his lips at the stench of burning hair, he clenched his 1.21 gigawatt harpoon blaster in his right paw, throwing the safety switch to the setting "Not Very Safe At All." Leaning around the corner, he pulled his arm back and through the gun down the hallway at whoever was noodling him, which in this scenario doesn't really matter. It's a bad guy. Deal with it.
The earpiece he was wearing started blinking and vibrating gently. His ear twitched as he lifted a paw and hit the answer button. "This is Proto."
"That's not how you answer these things and you know it, Captain Commander."
With a sigh, putting digits to his eyes and rubbing the headache away. "This is Whale Twilight Fangs."
"Better." The voice on the other end responded. "This is the president. We need you to finish the mission you're on as soon as possible and return to the Vaguely Square-Shapped House That's Painted White for an update. Something horrible is happening out there, Whale Twilight, and your country needs you! And probably a few others, too, we hope. Maybe like six or seven more. But eighteen would be good too. So finish canning and noodling out there and get back here, Pronto!"
"Canning and noodling?"
"Yes. Finish canoodling out there, and get back here! Double time!"
Proto growled, baring his pearl white, devilishly charming teeth. How teeth can be charming, I don't know, but there it is. "Yes, Mr. President. I'm your wolf, sir."
'You have been disconnected' rang in his ear as he made a mad dash for the exit.