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10-25-2004, 07:03 PM
R4ng3rb04rd: Chapter 2: “Snoops Gets a Boner”
A dark, cloaked figure walked down the halls of an apartment. The hooded figure had a tint of red, even a little Mega Red. The figure pushed his way into room number 135. The door smashed against the wall, putting a hole in the wall. A person sat in a chair, staring at his computer, his back to the figure. The figure took out a piece of extension cord and walked slowly to the man in the chair. The man typed across the page, writing up a fan fiction heading straight for Rangerboard. The figure crept closer and closer to the man. The figure pulled the cord tightly around the man’s neck, as the man struggled to get free. The figure pushed the man onto the ground, his lifeless body just oozing with Power Ranger fan-ness. The figure smashed a window and took off. The dead man’s name flashed on the screen. “ItsMorphinTime.”
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“Fufufufufu… I always was afraid of planes!” Green Thunder said, gripping his crappily taped up plane seat. “Well, it’s just like Ray to send for us in the Peasant Plane. Man, wish I was V.I.P” he said again. “ Excuse me, we will be landing in a few minutes, Green Thunder. This is your captain Morose Angel speaking. Hope you enjoyed your flight!” a voice said over the speaker system. “Great. A few minutes left. Guess I can quickly crack open one of these little liquor bottles Ray has supplied on the plane. Hmm, what’s this… a green, a pink, and turquoise colored pills in the bottom of it. Eh, what can you do.” Green said, chugging down the bottle.
Ivy walked into the hotel dressed in her James Napier ensemble. Sure, people looked and laughed at her, but she merely shrugged them off and flipped’em the bird. She walked up to the guy at the counter. “I’m here to check in. I was told everything was paid for… Mr. Janson, is it?” Ivy said, reading the man’s nametag. “Call me Wes. And we have everything set-up. Here’s your keycard, Ms. Ivy.” He said, handing her a keycard. “Thanks. You sound oddly familiar. Are you a James Napier fan!?” she asked. “Not particularly. But I’m sure we’ll meet again, Ms. Ivy.” He said, as he walked off to the backroom. “That was odd. Oh well!” she said, trudging up the many stairs of the hotel with no freaking elevator.
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”Well, I’m an hour fucking early. Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m fucking an hour early. Honestly, I must be a fucking retard. I should’ve gone to the hotel first, but oh well. There’s no way I can make it to the hotel and back again and still be on time. Oh well, what I mean to say, is that I’m too lazy to go to the hotel and back again. Wait, why the fuck am I talking to myself, while I hold my luggage in the middle of a road. Fuck!” Snoops said, dodging a car and walking towards an assortment of tables.
Avril plopped her luggage on the ground of her hotel room and layed on the bed. She flipped the TV on. “Wonder if there’s any free porn on,” she said to herself, getting under the covers. “One channel!? I thought hotels had cable! Aw man. It’s The Sopranos. Eh, it’ll have to do!” she said to herself, throwing her clothes on the ground and flipping the lights off.
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The dark cloaked figure from before slowly crept down the hall of the room Ivy was in. The figure had a dark, evil smirk on their face and went to room 427. They flung the door open and pulled out a handgun. A man froze, dead in his tracks in the room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!? What the hell!” he said, as he stood up straight, his eyes wide. The person pulled the trigger, the bullet nailing the man right in the chest. The man flew backwards, laying on the ground bleeding. The figure smashed another window and took off. A suitcase in the room read “Dcassi98”.
Oh, and Snoops (finally) gets a boner, in his hotel room, thinking about Avril. Yeah, Avril. I SO wasn’t going to say me. Umm.. Yeah, that’s it. *poof!*
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A dark, cloaked figure walked down the halls of an apartment. The hooded figure had a tint of red, even a little Mega Red. The figure pushed his way into room number 135. The door smashed against the wall, putting a hole in the wall. A person sat in a chair, staring at his computer, his back to the figure. The figure took out a piece of extension cord and walked slowly to the man in the chair. The man typed across the page, writing up a fan fiction heading straight for Rangerboard. The figure crept closer and closer to the man. The figure pulled the cord tightly around the man’s neck, as the man struggled to get free. The figure pushed the man onto the ground, his lifeless body just oozing with Power Ranger fan-ness. The figure smashed a window and took off. The dead man’s name flashed on the screen. “ItsMorphinTime.”
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“Fufufufufu… I always was afraid of planes!” Green Thunder said, gripping his crappily taped up plane seat. “Well, it’s just like Ray to send for us in the Peasant Plane. Man, wish I was V.I.P” he said again. “ Excuse me, we will be landing in a few minutes, Green Thunder. This is your captain Morose Angel speaking. Hope you enjoyed your flight!” a voice said over the speaker system. “Great. A few minutes left. Guess I can quickly crack open one of these little liquor bottles Ray has supplied on the plane. Hmm, what’s this… a green, a pink, and turquoise colored pills in the bottom of it. Eh, what can you do.” Green said, chugging down the bottle.
Ivy walked into the hotel dressed in her James Napier ensemble. Sure, people looked and laughed at her, but she merely shrugged them off and flipped’em the bird. She walked up to the guy at the counter. “I’m here to check in. I was told everything was paid for… Mr. Janson, is it?” Ivy said, reading the man’s nametag. “Call me Wes. And we have everything set-up. Here’s your keycard, Ms. Ivy.” He said, handing her a keycard. “Thanks. You sound oddly familiar. Are you a James Napier fan!?” she asked. “Not particularly. But I’m sure we’ll meet again, Ms. Ivy.” He said, as he walked off to the backroom. “That was odd. Oh well!” she said, trudging up the many stairs of the hotel with no freaking elevator.
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”Well, I’m an hour fucking early. Holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m fucking an hour early. Honestly, I must be a fucking retard. I should’ve gone to the hotel first, but oh well. There’s no way I can make it to the hotel and back again and still be on time. Oh well, what I mean to say, is that I’m too lazy to go to the hotel and back again. Wait, why the fuck am I talking to myself, while I hold my luggage in the middle of a road. Fuck!” Snoops said, dodging a car and walking towards an assortment of tables.
Avril plopped her luggage on the ground of her hotel room and layed on the bed. She flipped the TV on. “Wonder if there’s any free porn on,” she said to herself, getting under the covers. “One channel!? I thought hotels had cable! Aw man. It’s The Sopranos. Eh, it’ll have to do!” she said to herself, throwing her clothes on the ground and flipping the lights off.
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The dark cloaked figure from before slowly crept down the hall of the room Ivy was in. The figure had a dark, evil smirk on their face and went to room 427. They flung the door open and pulled out a handgun. A man froze, dead in his tracks in the room. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!? What the hell!” he said, as he stood up straight, his eyes wide. The person pulled the trigger, the bullet nailing the man right in the chest. The man flew backwards, laying on the ground bleeding. The figure smashed another window and took off. A suitcase in the room read “Dcassi98”.
Oh, and Snoops (finally) gets a boner, in his hotel room, thinking about Avril. Yeah, Avril. I SO wasn’t going to say me. Umm.. Yeah, that’s it. *poof!*
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Comment, flame, rant, compliment, insult, whatever. Just do it. :o