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//Sorry for the big absence
//School just started for me and so the robotic contest I participate at my school. I'm in the programming team and there's a big challenge for us. I stay longer there and also the week-end, as I just did today. I don't even have time to play video games for now. I'll try to find time to RP with you.
//And for those who don't care at all, I'm not even sorry.
//For those who care to RP, just ask and I'll answer you with my biggest data processing smile.
//I'll have to leave you now to go, my people need. So it means my bed and those crazy dreams I have. I'll try to be there tommorow and answer all those creepy soldiers from RvB who just want to kill Ray. Accidentally. Good night.Â
notcrazyokay started following you
“And now Washington is there. I can’t believe that shit. I don’t drink alcohol and I’m not taking drugs at all, so you better clean your bullshit before I punch you one by one. That joke isn’t funny at all.”
“Excuse me?” Washington’s eyebrow rose, both confused and unimpressed with this stranger’s apparent anger. He gave the other a scrutinizing look from behind his visor in a failed attempt to figure out what his issue was, as well as to find some sort of recognition. Apparently, this guy knew who he was, but it was a quick realization that he himself had no idea who he was. Nothing clicked, there was no recognition. Not the first time something like this had happened, someone knowing his name without his knowing them, but it was a rare and suspicious occurrence every time. “Do you have some sort of problem with me?” He asked in a tone of warning, though it also had a threat of irritation hidden beneath.
Ray sighed as hearing him. Maybe if he goes play video game and pretend not hearing him, maybe that jerk will dissapear like all those characters from Red vs Blue. It doesn't mean he doessn't like the show, it's just that they are worse in real life. "I'm sorry for your life and soul, Washington. Mostly for being created by us. We're kind of asshole." Brownman walked to his desk and logged on his xbox live. "I don't have problem with you, just the fact that you're not 2-D anymore." Just a little game of halo 4. Maybe it will help.
Let's start this in beauty.
“Pony?” That only world just fucked his mind even more. Worried for his mind, he turned to meet the pony’s eyes slowly. My little pony attacked the office and no sign of Applejack. “Well fuck.”
“Just be thankful it’s me here, and not Gamma or Omega.”
The pony was right for once. “Does other people see you too? So if Gavin walk inside, can his brain see you as I do now?” What a strange question, but he still had to be sure of his sanity already lost.
“Um yeah. At least I think. I kind of feel as awkward as Theta.”
“Great. Crazy did really hit me. Go hide in that closet, please.”
“Could you make sure I’d fit first?”
“Gavin was hidden there last week. You can fit.”
“Forgive me for asking, but why am I hiding?”
"Just because those guys I work with are jerk. If I talk to you, them will say I'm crazy. So go hide and never go out. In the less gayest possible."
Let's start this in beauty.
“Pony?” That only world just fucked his mind even more. Worried for his mind, he turned to meet the pony’s eyes slowly. My little pony attacked the office and no sign of Applejack. “Well fuck.”
“Just be thankful it’s me here, and not Gamma or Omega.”
The pony was right for once. “Does other people see you too? So if Gavin walk inside, can his brain see you as I do now?” What a strange question, but he still had to be sure of his sanity already lost.
“Um yeah. At least I think. I kind of feel as awkward as Theta.”
“Great. Crazy did really hit me. Go hide in that closet, please.”
“Could you make sure I’d fit first?”
"Gavin was hidden there last week. You can fit."
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"Nonviolent game?" Sounded very impossible to his ears for now. "Let's play minecraft. Nothing violent at all." Ray said, hoping a little creeper won't kill him.
agent-connecticut started following you
agent—texas started following you
a-ragey-conqueror started following you
 “What have I told you about being alive?! Stay 2-D would you?” Ray wasn’t amused at all.
“Whatever are you talking about? Were we dead before? Were we 2-D? Fool, I don’t think you’re thinking right now.”
Well fuck. “O’malley!” He said with that fake voice tone of joy regardless that crazy character. Maybe it was just his laughing skills. Or just his entire personality who put madness in a whole new level. “You are so real put that gun away.”
O’Malley sneered at him. “Are you mocking me? That’s not a smart move, fool.” He turned the gun over in his hands and gave him a glare through his visor. How dare this man impersonate his voice. And, of all things, mock his existance! What a horribly rude person. And that’s saying something, coming from O’Malley.
Ray shook his head quickly, lifting his hands next to him as a precaution. Well, to not die from that psychopath’s hand. No one will wish to be him now. “No! I didn’t! I promise!” Karma is really a bitch.
With a frustrated grunt, O’Malley crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “Oh, are you so sure? It certainly sounded like it.” Apparently only now did he understand the folly of his actions. Rolling his eyes, he holstered his gun. At least he had the decency to correct himself before pushing the matter further. “Nevermind. What’s all this talk about being 2-D and not real? Do you not believe what your eyes are seeing?”
Should he answer those silly questions and had a chance to die. Well, he will die if don't answer anyway. What a luck he had today. "I never said you were 2-D. Look at you, all alive and 3-D. It doesn't sound like something I'll say." Believing in what he saw right now? More like falling more apart in madness than ordinary. "You're real, sir. Very real." Crazy psychopath.
She slowly raised an eyebrow at the…unorthodox man. He was babbling, telling her things that made no sense whatsoever. A waste of her time. The Freelancer slowly uncrossed her arms, looking around for a moment. It looked like she was in an office somewhere in a city. Funny, she didn’t remember walking in here. Her eyes snapped back to the man, and an amused smile tugged at her lips at his request.Â
“I won’t blow your brains out if you can entertain me.” She said, her tone slightly joking. No, but really, where was she? Why was she in an office? She had half a mind to bring the building down just because she was confused.Â
“Alright, name. Oh, and where I am, too. That’d be nice.” She stated, inspecting her dark gauntlets. She looked up after a moment, slowly leaning onto his desk with her palms flat against the wood, her visor reflecting his nervous stare. “And I’m pretty fucking real, don’t you think?”
Well shit. Mental institution, there’s a new patient for you somewhere. May the food be enough good to pass the day. And wifi to tweet life about madness town. Brownman ran his eyes around the room, looking for a mundane savior. It seemed to be clear that no one will save him. “My name’s Ray. This is the Roosterteeth’s office, creator of Red vs blue. So it means you.” Halo didn’t endure those reject and finally eject them in real life? How can Halo think like that anyway. Sound stupid. “Very real, so does your guns. And can you put them away. This may be Texas, but no head need to explode.” Trying to hide his fear of his damn voice, he only hoped Gavin was there. Maybe he will become a human shield for him. Anyway… “Please?”Â
Tex noticed his increased nervousness when she neared, her grip tightening around her pistol before she slowly put it back into its place on her armored thigh. “Creators of…us? What?” She asked, shaking her head as she leaned away from him. Hopefully he hadn’t pissed his pants while she had played the little intimidation game with him. “The fuck do you mean we were created?!” Her voice rose an octave, and her eyes glanced at the door to the office.Â
If anybody walked in—well, they’d have a knife to dodge, probably. She looked back to the man—Ray. “I’m in Texas? What the hell!” She threw her hands up, looking around. From the Mother of Invention to Texas. There was a point where the blonde just decided to stop questioning things.Â
“Yeah yeah, don’t shit yourself. I don’t feel like killing you.” She scoffed, falling back onto the chair behind her and placing her metal boots up onto his desk without asking.Â
After all, he was in no position to complain about it, she thought smugly.Â
Ray pushed his glasses up his nose. Those questions should be qualified as unreasonable. The creation who wonder about it creator. Sound more and more like Frankenstein then it should be. "It's complicated. As you know everything was created by something bigger, so you're not the exception." It's because you're a 2-D program who just turned wrong wasn't the best idea to tell aloud. "Austin to be clear." Those boots full of mud. what a good idea to put them on his desk. he pushed as far as possible his figures from that crazy woman. "Could you... Put your boots somewhere else? Maybe on Gavin's desk. Everything already broken." The gamer pointed the less clean desk of them. "It would be nice."
Let's throw roses and the world will be happy
Let's start this in beauty.
“Pony?” That only world just fucked his mind even more. Worried for his mind, he turned to meet the pony’s eyes slowly. My little pony attacked the office and no sign of Applejack. “Well fuck.”
“Just be thankful it’s me here, and not Gamma or Omega.”
The pony was right for once. “Does other people see you too? So if Gavin walk inside, can his brain see you as I do now?” What a strange question, but he still had to be sure of his sanity already lost.
“Um yeah. At least I think. I kind of feel as awkward as Theta.”
"Great. Crazy did really hit me. Go hide in that closet, please."
agent-connecticut started following you
agent—texas started following you
a-ragey-conqueror started following you
 “What have I told you about being alive?! Stay 2-D would you?” Ray wasn’t amused at all.
“Whatever are you talking about? Were we dead before? Were we 2-D? Fool, I don’t think you’re thinking right now.”
Well fuck. “O’malley!” He said with that fake voice tone of joy regardless that crazy character. Maybe it was just his laughing skills. Or just his entire personality who put madness in a whole new level. “You are so real put that gun away.”
O’Malley sneered at him. “Are you mocking me? That’s not a smart move, fool.” He turned the gun over in his hands and gave him a glare through his visor. How dare this man impersonate his voice. And, of all things, mock his existance! What a horribly rude person. And that’s saying something, coming from O’Malley.
Ray shook his head quickly, lifting his hands next to him as a precaution. Well, to not die from that psychopath's hand. No one will wish to be him now. "No! I didn't! I promise!" Karma is really a bitch.
agent-connecticut started following you
agent—texas started following you
a-ragey-conqueror started following you
 “What have I told you about being alive?! Stay 2-D would you?” Ray wasn’t amused at all.
“Whatever are you talking about? Were we dead before? Were we 2-D? Fool, I don’t think you’re thinking right now.”
Well fuck. “O’malley!” He said with that fake voice tone of joy regardless that crazy character. Maybe it was just his laughing skills. Or just his entire personality who put madness in a whole new level. “You are so real put that gun away.”
O’Malley sneered at him. “Are you mocking me? That’s not a smart move, fool.” He turned the gun over in his hands and gave him a glare through his visor. How dare this man impersonate his voice. And, of all things, mock his existance! What a horribly rude person. And that’s saying something, coming from O’Malley.
Ray shook his head quickly, lifting his hands next to him. "No! I'm not! I promise!" Oh god, please the video game god come over there and kick O'Malley's ass for once. "No one will do that to you." Please send anyone. Even Caboose.
I mean YOLO right?: omalleys-little-plaything: lllllletsplay: omalleys-little-plaything:…
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Ray shrugged at that awkward situation in front of him. Maybe he could make that less complicated. "No reason. Just to hang around with that psychopath and do psychopath stuffs."Â Brownman looked around him. "Do you want to play video game? Do something less... Medical?"Â
Ask my muse painfully personal questions
Let's start this in beauty.
“Pony?” That only world just fucked his mind even more. Worried for his mind, he turned to meet the pony’s eyes slowly. My little pony attacked the office and no sign of Applejack. “Well fuck.”
“Just be thankful it’s me here, and not Gamma or Omega.”
The pony was right for once. "Does other people see you too? So if Gavin walk inside, can his brain see you as I do now?" What a strange question, but he still had to be sure of his sanity already lost.
"Um, do you know where I am? I think I'm lost."
"Don't quit me brain." If there were a video game god who exist somehow, maybe he was the Jesus of that world.
