TURTLESHROOM PRODUCTIONS PROUDLY PRESENTS: From 2000 to 2008, I had the honor and privalege of being but one heartbeat- pun intended -away from the Presidency of the United States.
My simplistic lackey, ol' Dubya, was a loving and patriotic man, but this kindness and good-heartedness made him putty in my hands.
You see, I ran America. George Bush? Please. He can barely run a blender. His cabinet was MY recconmendation. His foreign policy was MY idea, and heck, you can see the White House, but you can't see the Vice President house. Says, something, don't it?
I was a god in my time. Bush served the God of all time, and I served myself, my wallet, andmy sweet, sweet Halliburton.
Using top-secret government technology that I stole while the transition of power from my puppet was under way, I have successfully developed a means of travelling beyond my own world and into yours.
I seek power, money, oil, and discourse.
-and before you flood my asks with it, let me tell you straight. No, I do not have a heart or a pulse. My heart stopped beating years ago, and I use a pump, powered here (*pats left hip under suit jacket*), to stay alive. I am cybernetic in nature, might I add, which adds to just how imposing I can be.
Now, unless you're a TERRORIST, I am more than happy to speak to you, so speak up. I am Dick Cheney.
[I FULLY GUARENTEE THAT HIS BLOG IS SAFE FOR WORK (SFW). ON MY HONOR!]
ooc: you dont have to rp with this blog if you dont want to. you may follow if you wish but be warned there is a lot of strange stuff that goes on around my blog that not many people can handle.
{OOC: What exactly do you mean by that? What are we talking about that's "unclean". Violence is expected, but there are other things I can't follow in good conscience.
{OOC: I apologize for any inconviencence.
It'd be rude to just walk out of a storyline, and ruder still to ask. I was pretty much screwed until you said it's fine to leave. Sorry.}
{OOC: I'm still going to follow you. Not sorry.}
“A kid with gravity-defying hair told me about aliens. Why I believe him and what I’m doing is not your concern. However, you’re aliens and you’re not under lock and key.” *glares*
{OOC: Well, Dick Cheney technically is a cyborg in RL. Heh heh. In the IZ canon, he'd be the menacing man that pulls the strings of the goofy "President Man" that was bribed by Dib's cookies. He's like Miss Bitters, but worse, as you can remember. With wiretapping and torture. I was expecting this to be an IZ thing, so honestly, I'm in the wrong AU right now. I should leave. :P }
“A kid with gravity-defying hair told me about aliens. Why I believe him and what I’m doing is not your concern. However, you’re aliens and you’re not under lock and key.” *glares*
"A kid with gravity-defying hair told me about aliens. Why I believe him and what I'm doing is not your concern. However, you're aliens and you're not under lock and key." *glares*
It's the school dance. Where is your RP character? (add your own!)
Rocky: ((Either he would be playing with the band or messing around with Soure!))
Jubileena: ((In the middle of the dance floor or all over her date. It alternates. During slow songs it's both.))
Minty: ((usually just follows her friends around. She'd be a wall flower until they did something....or Gloyd showed up and they started to be huge pricks with amazing dancing skill together.))
Swizzle: ((Accidentally drank from the juice punch which was spiked, and flirted with the girls while doing impressive dance movies-- while still drunk.))
Rancis: ((Doesn't dance. Instead, he spends the entire night in the bathroom fussing over his looks because, in the few minutes he was out on the dance floor some dudebro messed up his hair))
Dick Cheney: ((In the computer lab installing wiretaps and tracers to all the phones, computers, and security cameras))
Dick Cheney had just finished inspecting and upgrading his increasingly sophisticated warrentless wiretaps on the Sugar Rush buildings and homes, and decided to take a walk to stay fitter.
Cane in hand, the Vice President strolled in a clearing near the Candy Cane Forest when he heard faint sobbing.
He turns and sees a preppy young man with a Reeces Peanut Butter Cup on his head weeping openly. Dick Cheney was impressed at this man's fashion sense and taste. His hair was immaculate and his little suit spotless. He looked like an upstanding young lad, but his misery was his current undoing.
Dick Cheney didn't really feel any sympathy for the kid, because life is rough and he should learn it, but he was curious all the same.
He walked over to Rancis and tapped him on the shoulder.
*spies on Jubi practicing for pageant from afar* Gah! I’ll never beat that! Everything about it is so perfect! All of the music is perfect, the dance is perfect, the outfit is so her! I mean, some of these things I know I’ll beat, but I won’t beat that unless I practice extra hard! *plans to practice extra hard, but continues spying on Jubi*
((This was a much better post before my browser crashed…))