#eh-batter-batter

[cori-ously]

{{ Day 2: Extra Limbs/Eyes/Etc }}

eh-batter-batter

[purifiedisolation]

eh-batter-batter started following you

"Alternate... what is that I can do for you?"

All of these Batters were starting to make him nervous for his family's sake.

[carlos-the-puppeteer-blog]

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Your Character pushes my character against a wall and kisses them. Send me "!!" for my characters reaction.

[Carlos is having a pretty shitty day. 

He wants to quit his mining job and move to Zone 3, which is basically the equivalent to wanting to move to Australia just because of a no good, horrible, very bad day.

And then it happens. 

Some guy he's never met before, never even seen before (but it's obvious he's a Batter, I mean, just look at him) has him pressed up against a wall and is locking lips with him. A shrill, high pitched squeak escapes him and all he can do is stare with wide, saucer-sized eyes at the face of the man that's kissing him while trying to decide if he should punch him or scream.

He settles on screaming AND punching him. Not very hard of course. He's got flabby noodle arms after all.]

OHMYGODWHAT? WHY DID YOU DO THAT? I COULD HAVE DIED OF A HEART ATTACK.

[asignalfromnothingness]

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Your Character pushes my character against a wall and kisses them. Send me "!!" for my characters reaction.

[One second Signal is happily talking to himself, the next he's pressed against a wall and there's lips against the screen. He blinks slowly, confused.]

Sporty Artie, what are you doing? My screen is dirty, you silly Sporty Man.

[He sounds amused, but his face is red behind the screen. Did he just try to kiss him?]

[cori-ously]

Cecil Palmer

Tell me what other character you could see me playing and I’ll try to write a short drabble portraying them.

"And now…" he dropped his pitch, "…the weather.". A flick of a switch, and the radio host was leaning back in his chair.  Awkwardly leaning to the side while (barely) maintaining his balance, Cecil procured his cell phone.  He immediately clicked on his Tumblr app.

"Oh~ 10 new followers!" A quick prowling of their pages, "And they are all named Erika." Cecil rolled his eyes, bit back an ‘ugh,’ and followed them back.  Just because he was polite like that.

Oh well, the more “people” that saw his wood carvings, the better.

[asignalfromnothingness]

Arthur arrived within Zone 0 and he instantly noticed someone else was there. It wasn't the Judge, or even Zacharie, it was someone new. The Batter approached, curious as to who this new person was and what was on his head, or was that his head? "Hello." He said calmly, trying not to startle this person.

Signal looked up from his position squatting on the ground, poking at the plastic sea that lapped at the edges of the yellow platform. He recognized his outfit as one of the sporty fellows that he had met before, but he didn't recognize his face.

it was interesting how each sporty man looked the same yet different from each other. Even if they seemed to have similar traits, they all looked very different. Unlike the merchants, all of which seemed to wear the same two masks, making it very hard to tell whether or not he had met them before. He stood and turned to the man, waving excitedly. 

"Greetings, Sporty Sir!" he exclaimed, voice muffled slightly by the TV on his head. "Have you come to see Pablo? I am afraid he is not here right now - but I am sure he will be back soonish. Such a good cat in that regard," He clasped his hands behind his back, swaying from side to side. "I do not think we have met, so I will introduce myself before asking for your name. I am Signal! It is nice to meet you I hope."

[thejudge]

Why is it that kids love the taste of cinnamon toast crunch?

it's got cinnamon swirls in every piece

[saccharineruination-blog]

eh-batter-batter came down to the basement

"Hi, Ducky!"