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Post by Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam on May 17, 2009 23:32:24 GMT -5
[All right, anti-yammers. The Yam is back in black brown and green. For how long you ask? Only the great cheese god of Google knows. But until then here's a roleplay for you peoples of refute to pwn till the cows take over...]
SSTDY - Just shut up and introduce me, voice in head of Yam...
[Ah, my fellow fellow peoples of the realm of roleplay. Fresh from his time at the St. Joan's Mental Facility and Spa. 1432 Know your Ass Boulevard. The one, the only - SAM, SAM THE DANCING SALAD!!!!!!!!!]
SSTDY - It's Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam.
SSTDY - They did, and I have the certificate to prove it. Unfortunately, I'm still contractually obligated by my BOB contract to continue to play this character till the day I die. Or until I sign all likeness and rant rights over to the company. Which will never happen.
[So very true. So how do you feel now that you have finally come back to the crazy place known as Brawlers on a Budget.]
SSTDY - It still looks like hell, but it keeps me busy, and out of the nut house. So it can't be all bad.
[Out of the nut house?]
SSTDY - Gotta vent my insanity somehow. Now describe describer man.
[The new and improve Dancing Yam appears to be healthier then he's ever been, but still dressed in his horrible tights and glasses. He's gained a few pounds and has a new hair cut. Hopefully he'll pwn some n00b's and become uber uber l33t in his pursuit of BOB gold, and his never ending quest do do whatever it is that Yam's do at night when they're not working for brawlers on a budget.]
SSTDY - May the Yam's be with you...
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