In.
*Opens up a wiki page on Batmans rogues gallery for inspiration*
Ah ha. That looks fun.
Look forward to mangled grammar, reversals of actual meaning, and all the skill of the worlds worst detective. I'm playing Batzarro.
Me think Fin should be Quinn. There names do not rhyme, and that is why it is a bad idea. Or do me mean good idea? Me am confused.
Originally Posted by Frank Trollman, Tome of Fiends
That and there is a certain segment of the roleplaying community that cannot differentiate absurdist humor from insanity and will insist on doing annoying things in the name of humor. And we hate those people.
In my experience, I've found that there are also people who don't realize, or don't care, that others simply don't appreciate their brand of nonsensical humor, even if they're not out of line with their antics.
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The moon rose and the sun set. The normal people went to bed and slept. The people awake, killed and leapt. Something bad was going to come. As the people stole the rum. The people would soon try and kill. To survive, not just for thrill.
A dark figure stands on a ledge of the giant clocktower, the face of the clock illuminated behind them. The shape is that of a humanoid with what appears to be a cat's ears and tail. Up close, a woman with a cat mask (hence the ears) and a trailing whip tied around her hip. She observes the city below, rather like, well, like a cat eyeing a bin of shiny things and wondering where to start.
She sees a large, blue fuzzy monster carrying a tin not unlike those commonly used for cookies, and also a gallon of milk. Puurrr~fect.
A jump down and crack of the whip is all that's needed. The cookie tin and milk gallon are caught neatly, and she is gone before anything can be done about it.
"Some milk, Ms. Kitty?"
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"You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself..." --the Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland, the disney movie)
Harvey Dent stands atop a Gotham roof, looking out at the dark and malignant city below.
"Something's coming. Again. I can feel the scum gathering, trying to tear my town apart. Again."
"Sounds like a party. It would be such a shame if we were to miss it."
A figure hurrying along the alley beneath him caught his attention.
"Who is that? One of the criminal scabs on Gotham's underbelly?"
"Or a poor innocent, only trying to get home before night falls?"
With a shrug, he reaches for his trusty coin and flips it. A scarred face stares back at him.
"Only one way to find out. Hee-hee!"
Two-Face pulls back his suit jacket and withdraws an oversized handgun, which he fires in Noir_Cat's general direction.(The only way to point when RPing Harvey)
"Now...how do I get down from here?"
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