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402 No. 402
As the title suggests - Post anything related to TF2 roleplay that doesn't deserve its own thread and doesn't fit anywhere else. Funny stories, logs, what have you. Just keep it nice and civil!
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>> No. 403
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Have this piece of silliness. This came out of the blue from a discussion about Chi's university situation and a joke he made about it. Hooray for spontaneous roleplay!


[#e]Zoon-li: it iz called "Eirony", Dummkopf. look it app!
[#e]Perrydotto: IS THAT SOME KIND OF NAZI THING?
[#e]Perrydotto: LET ME TELL YOU THAT YOUR SCHEMES WILL NOT WORK ON ME, FRITZ
[#e]Zoon-li: no, now you ah confusing it wiz Schadenfreude
[#e]Zoon-li: ZAT is a nazi thing
[#e]Perrydotto: WHATEVER IT IS, DON'T TRY IT ON ME
[#e]Perrydotto: AMERICANS DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR WEAK STRATEGIES
[#e]Zoon-li: Eez Soldier getting on your nerves, Doktor?
[#e]Zoon-li: Let me handle eet for you.
[#e]Perrydotto: MY MIND IS HARDENED THE AMERICAN WAY
[#e]Perrydotto: AND YOUR COMMUNIST LAP DOG ISN'T GOING TO CHANGE THAT
[#e]Zoon-li: And my feests are hardened the Soviet way. You vant to find out which ees harder?
[#e]Perrydotto: YOUR PINKO THREATS MEAN NOTHING TO ME
[#e]Perrydotto: I HAVE PERSONALLY KILLED 6078 MEN IN COLD BLOOD WHILE LOOKING THEM IN THE EYE
[#e]Perrydotto: JUMPED ON 1455 LIVE GRENADES
[#e]Perrydotto: AND STUFFED FOURTEEN FEET OF MY OWN INTESTINES BACK INTO MY STOMACH
[#e]Perrydotto: NO STALINLOVER CAN IMPRESS ME
[#e]Zoon-li: So many vords, so leetle sense. Is funny, no?
[#e]Perrydotto: IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO YOUR MINIATURE BRAIN
[#e]Perrydotto: NOT MY FAULT YOU GOT HIT ON YOUR HEAD BY HAMMER AND SICKLE EVERY DAY
[#e]Zoon-li punches the Soldier in the face
[#e]Perrydotto is sent flying, tries to get back on his feet
[#e]Perrydotto: TELL THAT TO MY SHOVEL YOU GODLESS BASTARD
[#e]Zoon-li: You are starting to make me ANGRY!
[#e]Perrydotto gets out his shovel and charges towards Heavy
[#e]Perrydotto: HIIIYAAAHAAAAAH
[#e]Zoon-li tries to grab Soldier's arm and disarm him
[#e]Zoon-li: Oh dear, I seenk I shall haff to fetch ze medigun...
[#e]Perrydotto: YOU CAN'T DEFEEAT ME, I'M AMERICAN
[#e]Perrydotto hits Heavy on his arm
[#e]Zoon-li delivers an Uppercut against Soldier's massive jaw
[#e]Perrydotto tumbles
[#e]Perrydotto has trouble staying concious
[#e]Perrydotto: WHAT WAS THAT
[#e]Perrydotto: I THINK IT WAS YOU CRYING FOR YOUR MOMMY
[#e]Perrydotto puts shovel onto Heavy's head with a last massive blow
[#e]Zoon-li: ARE YOU INSULTING MY MOTHER?!
[#e]Zoon-li: Insulting Mother Russia ees one thing...
[#e]Zoon-li cracks his knuckles angrily
[#e]Perrydotto: YOU AND YOUR GODLESS ANIMAL FAMILY
[#e]Perrydotto hits Heavy's head repeated while clinging onto the massive man
[#e]Zoon-li ignores this
[#e]Zoon-li grabs Soldier's arm firmly and twists it until it breaks
[#e]Zoon-li: SAY THAT AGAIN, LEETLE MAN!
[#e]Zoon-li: SAY THAT AGAIN AND I WEEL...
[#e]Perrydotto: YOU DO NOT FRIGHTEN ME
[#e]Zoon-li stops, his eyes drift out of focus
[#e]Perrydotto: PAIN DOES NOT HURT
[#e]Zoon-li: Soldier also suddenly feels very tired
[#e]Perrydotto: I STAND CO---
[#e]Perrydotto falls over
[#e]Zoon-li: Medic reloads the Syringe Gun as Heavy falls to the floor
[#e]Zoon-li: "Fess..."
>> No. 404
A nice little tale out of the FBRP, between a Sniper trying to enjoy a nice day at home, and a Soldier trying to get some ribs for him and his other Solly friend. I admit... It gets to be a bit much at the end.

YOU!
FORMER INHABITANT OF THE ISLAND IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN KNOWN AS AUSTRALIA!

WHatdyou want, Solly?

ME AND MY BROTHER-IN-ARMS DEMAND A TRIBUTE FROM YOUR INFERIOR SELF!
RIBS SHALL DO NICELY!

Piss off, ya bloody yobbo.

You remember the wheel?
Well, it's a new month, and I have to spin it again...
And it might just land on you if I do not receive some ribs!

Mate, you already tipped me van. Don't push me or I'll get me wife.

IT WAS A CAR BOMB. TERRORISTS RIGGED IT.

Bullocks I saw you!

Osama bin Laden just hypnotized you to think that you saw that!
I heard that the Australians originally came from Pakistan...
YOU'RE EITHER WITH US, OR THE TERRORISTS.
AND IF YOU'RE WITH US, YOU GIVE US RIBS.

He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, looming over the Soldier
Don't make me kick your arse, Soldier.

He runs his chin for a few seconds, before taking out his bugle and blowing it right into the Sniper's ear as loud as he can, be shoving him aside and running for the kitchen.
CHARGE!

The Sniper clutches his head a moment in surprise before charging after him, snatching at the back of his jacket
Git back here for I kill ya!

No chance in Hell, Brit!
The Sniper grabs his jacket, but he quickly unbuttons it and tosses it off, before running away again, knocking a a chair in the way of him.
You refuse to give anything, so we must take it by force!

He vaults the chair and sprints, intent on tackling the Soldier. He'd fought bigger animals, before.

And he had fought bigger Australians. Real ones. With mustaches. The Sniper manages to land on Solly's back, but he counters by ramming his back into a nearby wall a few times, hoping the Sniper's grip would weaken, before going back on his rush for the kitchen. It was within sight!

You bloody-
He swears, wrapping long arms around the Soldier in a headlock and slamming his heels down in an attempt to both stop and lift the shorter man

Soldier stops in his tracks, letting out a strained breath. He leans back before tossing his upper body forward, hoping that he could fling the Sniper forward and off of him. Goddamnit, just give me the ribs!

I don't have any, you fuckin' nut!
He snarls, holding on tight, his feet momentarily leaving the ground

LIES. THAT'S WHAT THE INJUNS SAID ABOUT THEIR GOLD.
He started spinning himself around, twirling around the Sniper like a helicopter blade, trying to smack him into walls and furniture.

Goddammit, Solly!
He twists, trying to take the Soldier to the mat

The Soldier goes down with a thud and a grunt, before quickly trying to get back up like nothing happened, but struggling a small bit.

The Sniper fights hard to keep the Soldier down, jamming a knee between his shoulders, intent on hogtying him

Soldier struggles his heart out, flailing about like a fish out of water, and roaring incoherently. He could not be capture by AUSSIE SCUM. He tried to reach for his grenade...

He hauls off and punches the Soldier. He hadn't wanted to hurt the bloke, but he had two infant children and a wife and pets in this home, like hell was he going to blow it up. Soldier! He howls
Me kids are in this house, ya bloody galah!

He drops the grenade, and it rolls off, much to Soldier's dismay. With a groan, he stopped struggling. He'd done wrong, and he knew it. But the allure of ribs was so great, he couldn't help himself. Get off!

You gonna get out? He growls

Not until I get some goddamn ribs!

Go to a steakhouse, idiot! There are none here!

Get me a crowbar, and I will show you how badly you have been brainwashed by the Arabs! Hell, I don't even need a crowbar!
He tried to buck him off, before taking out Shovel and trying to dig at the floor.

Hey! He's momentarily repelled but gets his feet under him and bullrushes the Soldier again

He gets sent forward, but he just had Shovel in between a floorboard, and so it was plied off as Soldier hit the wall. Underneath where the floorboard had been, was a mysterious chest...

What.. the fuck is this, Soldier? He groans, rubbing his forehead

He grabs the chest, and picks it up, eyes widening once he realizes what it is.
...It's the lost treasure of Beefbeard the Pirate! This was his former secret cove where he kept his treasure of meaty goodness! Steak, ribs, veal, hamburgers... We've it the jackpot, Sniper! This stuff is worth MILLIONS!
He opens the chest, revealing golden ribs with silver barbeque sauce. He licked his lips.

...w...what... what is this...? The Sniper has no idea what the fuck is going on or where that chest of treasure meats came from

Soldier started destroying the floor, pulling out several more chests of the jewel-encrusted beef and pork. Ruby hot dogs, Emerald Hamburgers with diamond cheese, oh it was amazing. Soldier's dream come true. He took out a rib from the chest and bit into it, before letting out a surprised moan and feeling an orgasmic sensation. He sits still for a few more seconds, before offering Steven a rib.

. . . You fuckin' wrecked my house, Solly. You're eatin' nonedible barbeque. You are payin' for this damage. He rolls his eyes and rubs his temples
The fuck is this anyways?

It's edible... Somehow... And REALLY GOOD. Try the damn rib! He waves it in his face. And don't worry about money, this is worth BILLIONS, Aussie! We can take it to a professional and everything! ...
Also, can I get a change of pants?
Or a tissue, or something...

THAT IS DISGUSTING GET OUT OF MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW. The Sniper is on the verge of a massive coronary. Unlike the BLU Sniper, he was not known for his sense of humor.
YOU TAKE YOUR EDIBLE METAL MEATS AN' GO. SEND ME A CHECK OR SOMETHIN'.

He forces the rib into the Sniper's mouth, and makes him chew. Once it touched the tongue, there was no denying that wonderful sensation, or the jizz in your pants.
EAT IT!

The Sniper essentially mule kicks the Soldier off him and spits out the so-called magic meat SOLDIER GODDAMMIT.

He goes flying back, but stands up and waves the meat around some more. You're not getting any money unless you eat it!

He narrows his eyes and snatches it and throws it to the floor where it's promptly hoovered down by one of the dogs Fuck your magic meat!

And so the dog shoots his load on the floor while Soldier just shakes his head. You'll regret this one day, Sniper!
He took the chests and rode away on a giant flying fish.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
The Sniper is convinced he ate bad vegemite and is hallucinating so he snatches up his bow and shoots the fish

The flying fish is struck down, and crashes into a skyscraper while Soldier parachutes down, holding all of the treasure in between his arms. After he lands, he starts spreading the magic meat to all of the people in the world. They are quite surprised when they take a bite, causing the largest mass orgasm in recorded history.

Sniper goes inside and drinks himself unconscious
>> No. 735
We had fun with this one. F2FWL Steam RP. All OC characters: Alice and Grant are Soldiers, Finch and Les are Scouts, Mikhail is a Heavy, Dingo's a Sniper, and Lucillia is a Medic.
It was an RP that started out kind of serious, and ended very serious, but somewhere in the middle, it just went to crack. The girls are pissed because Grant just told them women have no place here.
Also, Sascha is a cat.

ALICE: How dare you!
Emily Finch: YEAH!
Les Parker: Are you on your period?
Dingo slinks off under the table
ALICE: WHAT, PARKER
Mikhail goes back to petting Sascha
Emily Finch: OH NO HE DIDN'T
Mikhail: I do not want part of this
ALICE: NO I DON'T HAVE TO BE TO GET PISSED YOU SEXIST PIGS
Sgt. Grant Wilson: Because that is teamwork. Bravo.
Sgt. Grant Wilson claps.
Emily Finch: DON'T YOU FUCKING CLAP
ALICE turns back to grant
Emily Finch: NO ONE SAID YOU COULD CLAP
Mikhail: Sascha, this is not good, da?
ALICE: /I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU EITHER
Sgt. Grant Wilson snerks.
Les Parker: -hands on hips-
ALICE: YOU REALLY WANNA DO THAT?
Lucillia grabs Dingo
Emily Finch: I KNOW WHAT I REALLY WANNA DO!
Lucillia: Come on! Lets go!
Dingo: Whuh?
Dingo: Oh yeah, right
Emily Finch: I WANNA...
ALICE: Em, you with me?
Dingo fless
Emily Finch: I WANNA.....
Mikhail: I never did like the fighting. I was going to have happy little family in Russia. But then lady tells me I must fight or I will be killed.
Dingo: flees*
Emily Finch: I REALLY, REALLY, REAAAAALLLY
Mikhail: Why does this have to happen?
ALICE punches him
Lucillia fleez
ALICE: Dot aht?
Emily Finch: WANNA ZIGAZIGAH
Sgt. Grant Wilson watches her.
ALICE: What?
ALICE: Distractions!?
Mikhail: >>oh lawd Finch.<<
Emily Finch: /dances like a British hooker
ALICE does up her coat, flattening herself
Emily Finch dances like a British hooker
Mikhail: Sascha, is it too late to go back to Russia?
ALICE: .... What the hell, Em?
Mikhail: Or am I still wanted man?
Les Parker: -has absolutely no idea what these women are trying to prove-
Dingo sits outside of commons
Les Parker: -it seems to change every 2 seconds0
Les Parker: *-
ALICE: Really?
Mikhail: -Sascha just mews-
Lucillia leans on a wall and sighs
Emily Finch: If you wanna be mah lovuuur, you gotta git with mah frieeends
Dingo looks up at Lu
Mikhail: >>Oh dear god. I love this I AM A FAGGOT HUMP MY RUMP<<
ALICE: Well, there goes my cause
ALICE goes back to sit with Miki
Sgt. Grant Wilson: Wow.
Les Parker: -scratches head-
Sgt. Grant Wilson: Wooooooooow.
ALICE eats ice cream again
Emily Finch continues dancing
ALICE: I know, right?
Mikhail watches Finch with a little confusion
Les Parker: -is damn certain he's been sent to the madhouse-
Mikhail: >>Nope, he's been sent to TF2, which is even better than the madhouse! :D <<
Emily Finch: SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT, WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT!
Sgt. Grant Wilson: I am fucking -scared-. These women are so impressive with their mental capacity and -skills-. I might as well quit and let them take control of the team.
Dingo scratches ear again
Emily Finch: I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT
ALICE: You to help me hit Wilson?
ALICE facepalms
Emily Finch: I WANNA I WANNA I WANNA
Emily Finch kicks Grant in the balls
Emily Finch: DO THAT
Emily Finch: HA!
ALICE: thank you!
ALICE springs up
Lucillia: Mad. the lot of them! *slides down the walls, holding her knees* I wonder how I;m going to remain sane
ALICE: Men are weak there
Les Parker: -sympathy wince-
ALICE: We're all a little insane here
Sgt. Grant Wilson grunts and leans a bit.... thank god for athletic cups.
Emily Finch: Did you know if you grab a man's scrotum, and twist it, he'll pass out?
ALICE: Oh god
ALICE: really
Emily Finch: Here, I'll show you.
Mikhail shivers
Emily Finch: Come here, Les.
Les Parker: ...
ALICE: do it do it do it
Les Parker: No
Les Parker: no
Les Parker: nononononono
Les Parker: no
Les Parker: No.
Mikhail: Do not do it
ALICE: Miki, grab Les
Les Parker: -backs away-
Mikhail: It is painful
ALICE: ...you know?
Emily Finch is surprised
Mikhail stares at Les sadly
ALICE has mental images
Mikhail nods his head
Sgt. Grant Wilson stands up straight.
ALICE: oo. Sorry man, you don't deserve it
Mikhail: I did not fall unconscious though. I watch another man fall unconscious
Emily Finch: Yeah, you're nice.
Les Parker: -looks like a cornered animal, deciding between fight or flight-
ALICE: But you do~
Sgt. Grant Wilson: Kick her right in the pussy, kid. As hard as you can.
ALICE: I dare you
Emily Finch: DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY CAT
>> No. 736
And this one was also rather hilarious and random. Leon is the Spy.

Emily Finch: Hey Leon.
Leon now dislikes Mikhail
Leon: oui..
Mikhail has always disliked spies
Leon grimaces
Mikhail: This is all right with me
Emily Finch: My neighbour said European people don't wear underwear neither.
Emily Finch: That true?
Leon ... flinch
Emily Finch stares at Leon's ass.
Leon scoots away
Emily Finch: That reminds me,
Mikhail doesn't know what to say in this situation
Leon: Go ahead. I dare you.
Leon sheer
Leon sneers
Emily Finch: I forgot to put on underwear today.
Leon BIG FROWN
Leon tries to run away
Mikhail is a little confused now
Emily Finch sticks her hands down her pants
Emily Finch hauls out a rubber chicken
Mikhail: >>LEON CAN'T ESCAPE!<<
Leon looks away
Emily Finch puts it on the table
Leon blushes
Emily Finch resumes eating
Leon: non
Mikhail: >>She has arena trap, bro. You're stuck<<
Leon: zat... es disgusting
Emily Finch: Wut?
Emily Finch eats
Mikhail is confused but smiles at the chicken
Leon: a chicken...
Emily Finch: 'S just a chicken.
Leon: agh...
Emily Finch: In case...you know.
Leon: Of what?
Emily Finch: I need a chicken
Leon: Where would you need a chicken?
Mikhail: >>man, I wanna make Mikhail more like Russia from Hetalia.<<
Emily Finch: I don't know.
Mikhail: Chickens are very useful
Emily Finch: If I did, I'd just leave the chicken there, wouldn't I?
Leon: then why would you carry one in your pants?
Leon: Be quiet, fat man
Emily Finch: It won't fit in my bra.
Leon: .... gross
Mikhail: Girl is right, it does not fit
Leon: WHY WOULD YOU KNOW

(And later, after some OOC chatting)
Leon: ...Nozzing will surprise me any more
Emily Finch hauls Mikhail out of her pants.
Leon uses pokerface
Leon: really
Leon: he was in your pants
Emily Finch: Yah.
Emily Finch: Where'd you think he was?
Leon gaydar is confused
Emily Finch: Just sitting here eating chicken?
Leon: oui
Emily Finch: Well...he wasn't.
>> No. 744
So.. Who here's on the corkboard and who do you rp as?
>> No. 745
>>744
I've been on it for a bit, first as RED Scout and right now as RED Medic.
>> No. 746
I'm mostly SLVR Medic & GRN Spy (also CYN Spy & UV Medic). And I need a name other than anon. I post too often.
>> No. 747
>>744

I was the creator of GLD and SLVR teams, playing mostly GLD Medic, both Scouts and Snipers, SLVR Spy, and GLD Soldier that one time.

>>746

So you're SLVR Medic? haha, you play well! I don't suppose you have a steam or AIM account do you? I would love to have some one on one roleplays similar to the clipboard madness.
>> No. 749
I'm the GRN Pyro, though I'm an ammeter roleplayer compared to you folks. Im really off my game and whatnot.
>> No. 750
>>747
Oh why thankya. And yes, my Steam name is TotodileTetris.

>>749
Say, what are GRN Pyro's feelings towards GRN Spy?
>> No. 751
>>750
He likes the guy quite a bit, but he's generally confused about his own feelings and pretty inexperienced when it comes to relationships (though he lets on that he's not).
>> No. 753
>>749
Oh, you're GRN Pyro? Cool! I've enjoyed interacting with you. It's been fun. You're good to roleplay with.
>> No. 754
Any particular reason the threads aren't bumping up when someone posts?

In other news, captcha was hamowl. Lolwut?
>> No. 755
>>753
Ach, thank you. You're an amazing player yourself. :)

>>754
Ive noticed that too, it's kind of bizarre. If I remember right, they were bumping fine a few weeks ago.
>> No. 757
>>755
Yep, they were, I remember too.

By the way, you don't seem much like an amateur RPer, you're quite good at it!

And I chose a name. Yay me.
>> No. 758
>>757
I used to RP, years ago, but havent in a good long while, so Im feeling a bit less-than-good. Thank you though, that does make me feel better knowing Im not terrible though. :)

I really wish the threads bumped, maybe a mod can fix it.
>> No. 759
>>758
And perhaps I need a name, too.
>> No. 761
>>755 Oh, thank you.

As to why it's not bumping, maybe it's been maxed or something? Sometimes they'll stop bumping after a certain number of posts.
>> No. 763
>>750
And before I forget to ask, what are the GRN Spy's thoughts on the GRN Pyro?
>> No. 767
>>763
Hmm.. Well he certainly does have a strong bond with him, and he knows he likes Pyro in a romantic way, but he also knows he has a good bromance going with him, and he backs up enough so Pyro mostly thinks that Spy thinks of him as a bro.
>> No. 785
If anyone wants to do any roleplaying that's more than just a few sentences in note format or whatever, my email is in the feild.
/random rushed post
>> No. 809
Has it died?
>> No. 835
Oh, it lives. It just still isn't bumping back onto the front page for whatever reason.
>> No. 885
Yo. I'm back. Been busy for a while (work mostly).

And urrr... Spy's been gone a while hasn't he? Gotta figure something out for that..
>> No. 890
>>885
Glad to know you're still around :)
>> No. 899
God, at first I was all 'what? GLD Medic no! Don't give me tentacles!' but now all I can picture is GRN Py carting RED Tentascout around, and for some reason, I fucking love it. Kudos to whoever GLD Medic is. This will be fun to work with.

Should we think about making a Corkboard 2.0 thread, though? Since this one's not bumping anymore.
>> No. 900
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>>899
You too? Here, have a thing I doodled. Im no good at coloring or lines, so its just a sketch. If anyone wants to mess with it, feel absolutely free. (just let me know)

Im all for a new thread if only to get it bumping again, though I've got no idea how to go about starting it.
>> No. 901
>>900
Oh god, I love you forever. It looks great.

I'm not really sure what to do about starting a new one. But apparently the current one is covered in blood, ink, and the questionable fluid found in a turkey baster, so that's probably a good enough excuse to start a new one.
>> No. 904
So who's gonna start up the new one? I say a medic or a pyro should do it. Seems more believable.
>> No. 905
>>904
I'll do it. My RED Medic hasn't done much in a while.
>> No. 908
>>905
Im fine with this.
Glad you liked that sketch, btw
>> No. 912
>>908
I loved it.

And the new thread's up. Post away, mein lovelies.

I love playing Scout. He's whiny, self-centered, a bit of a moron...
I'm having a lot of fun with this.
>> No. 913
>>912
And poor Pyro just wants to please everyone...
I really like this dynamic
>> No. 914
>>913
It's certainly a good one we got going on.
>> No. 920
I feel bad for poor RED Scout, he just wants someone to love him too! I'd totally give him a hug and a popsicle.
>> No. 922
>>920
Everyone wants somebody to love!

Damnit. Now I want a popsicle.
>> No. 923
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923
>>922

Here's five & a half.
>> No. 924
>>923
Oddly enough, that's almost exactly the type of popsicle I just had.
>> No. 940
Anyone remember a game we played as kids where someone would say a sentence or phrase and the next one would add to it and it ended up being a big ol' random story?
>> No. 941
>>940 Never played it as a kid, but I've played it on the internet before. It's called 'one-word-story'.
Can be fun.
>> No. 944
>>941

I'm thinkin'... Maybe a new thread idea? Not just words though. The thread might full up a bit quickly.
>> No. 1313
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1313
Is it me, or is the thread not bumping already?
>> No. 1314
>>1313
Yeah, it's not just you. It's been not bumping for a few days now.
>> No. 1499
Okay, Imma post a new corkboard. Old one stopped bumping a while ago, so it's about time, eh?
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