Spam Thread Mk. III

This confuses me more than the roleplay thread....

 

HO means Heavy Operation.

He meant we are on an espionage mission, and we have to discuss strategy.

 

Bomb the fuck outta them.

There. Problem solved.

 

This makes perfect sense to my party-addled mind, as I am part of the In Crowd.

 

Yes

 

o.0 .....

 

I see cats...

 

Party cats it seems...

 

*cue some classy jazz music*

This story starts off in an unnamed city, in an unnamed place, at an unknown point in time. I'm walking along in this cold weather, shivering due to my apparently poor choice of attire for this time of year. I'm on my way to meet a friend at a bar. Nothing really abnormal about this since we've turned this into a habit of sorts. We meet up at the bar, discuss our boring, meaningless lives over a few shots, play a game of pool and leave it at that. It's a weekly ritual of sorts.

It's kind of strange how even after all this time, I still don't know this guy's name. I'm never really quite sure why, but I always seem to forget to ask him. He knows my name since he calls me by it all the time, but I honestly can't remember a time I told him what my name was. Maybe it was something I said in one of my drunken stupors.

Something about this night was strange though. It started off ordinarily enough but around 4:00 PM today, I received a call from my mysterious friend. He asked me to meet him at the bar tonight as opposed to the usual day we meet. I voiced my confirmation that I would appear and hung up. I went to get ready for the inevitable hangover I would suffer from the next morning when a thought struck me: I've never given him my number. I do confess that my name might've slipped off my tongue while I was overly inebriated, but I know for damn sure I never gave him my number.

So now I find myself just outside the bar. Nothing appears to be amiss beyond how quiet it is, though that's to be expected due to this not being a busy day. I walk in and take my usual seat. I find that my dear compatriot is nowhere to be found at this time. He's generally pretty punctual so this gets my mind going into overdrive wondering where he is. Next thing I know, I feel a light tap on my shoulders. I jump and turn around and it's my friend. My mind calmed instantly and I asked what was so important that he had to call me out here on a night like this.

"I've got a couple things I need to tell you." He said.

He seems to be even more serious than usual today so I offer him my full attention.

"Now, this might be a bit much to take in, but I want you to listen carefully."

"Luke, I am the guy who plowed your mother and made you as a result."

...

NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEE SSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE

 

...Slurring words *tut tut tut*

 

YOU"RE NEVER COMING BACK WATCH YOUR FUTURE FADE

 

Search your heart, you know it to be true...
and while you're at it, check this Paternity Test. I took some blood from you when you were passed out.

EDIT:

 

AWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE

 

.

 

I see dead people O.O

 

i see living people... its way worse

 

I see boobs

 

Got your heart in a headlooccckkkkk~