Jul 13, 2014
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[Text: Kirby] Why is the word ‘best’ written on my chest?!!
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[Text: Kirby] Why is the word ‘best’ written on my chest?!!
//You are an exceptional Five and I am so glad you decided to play him because you're perf and he's perf and it's a match made in heaven.
How am I doing with my character? Tell me in the askbox, and I’ll publish it without comment.
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//Okay, something about a toaster. That’s all I’ve got.
good hustle
[text] Saw a horse today. Guess who it reminded me of?
[text] Professor Chronotis, perhaps? I’ve heard that creatures of the equine persuasion often find themselves in and around his flat.
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"What’re ya doin’ here.. look nevermind, don’t just stand there, come on in and start soakin’ up the place…"
"I think you have a problem with your brain being missing."
"At least mine is missing, which alludes to it being there at one point. That is more than can be said of some folks around here….”
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After the murder spree that had royally fucked his life up, Robbie had moved to New York City. He had gotten accepted into New York University, which had been his dream school since he was a pimple faced sixth grader.
It had been hard, but he had eventually moved on from Woodsboro and his old friends. He and Kirby's phone calls had started to get shorter and shorter until they were nonexistent. He had a few therapy courses, and they defiantly helped. After a while. Robbie hardly thought about the Woodsboro Massacre Reboot.
He made some friends, and started a Cinema Club at NYU. It was very popular, and people constantly congratulated him on the idea. It brought the occasional pang to his heart.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Robbie was walking his dog Randy. Yes, he had named his dog after a Stab character. He bumped into a familiar looking blonde. "Shit, I'm sorry." The film nerd apologized, helping her with her things.
<That's when he realized who it was. "Kirby?" Robbie said, smiling slightly.