> You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! > You: Howdy > Stranger: asl? > You: 89 male Vostok Station in Antarctica > Stranger: wogh > Stranger: 89 tahun main ginian > Stranger: kawokawokoaw > You: I'm not a wog! > Your conversational partner has disconnected. I'm sorry if you read this. > You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! > You: Howdy > You: Ha I spoke first! > You: Lame > You: Lame > You: Lame > You: 5 > You: 6 > You: 7 > You: 8 > You: 9 > You: 10 > Stranger: Greetings. This is captain Xion of the Federation Starship Revere. How can we help you on this fine solar day? > You: boom you're dead > You: I accidentally my computer > You: Xion. > You: Do you know that is a type of cat> > You: Well, Actually, I wanted to go to the park. > You: Do you? > You: The breeze through my hair.. > You: The sun shining > Stranger: Our ship has an arboretum if that's what you mean… > You: The grass rippling with the wind coursing throught it's many blades. > Stranger: Though if it's real parks you're talking about, I try to get my crew shore leave as often as I can > You: Are we on a space,sea or air ship? > Stranger: (OOC: Space) But who is this, exactly? Where are you and why have you contacted my ship? > You: Soz amnesia > You: I don't know. > You: Forgot soz lol > Stranger: Right... Can we get a trace on that communique? I wouldn't want to cut the channel thinking we just left some poor crazy bastard floating around in a shuttlepod somewhere... > Stranger: Communications: I'll get right on it, sir... > You: I have parents you know? > You: I'm not really a bastard. > You: And I don't remember if I'm crazy. > You: Want to play a game of leapfrog? > You: That is a dandy game. > Stranger: Umm, is one of your parents around, perchance? > You: I forgot. > You: I'm actually a bastard > You: I forgot. > Stranger: Com...? > You: I have amnesia. I don't think I've told you. > Stranger: Communications: Hang on, I've almost got it... > You: Comics are fun! > You: beep! > You: SPACE ROBOTS! > You: ARRRGGHHHH! > You: PIRATES ARE ATTACKING! > You: OH MY GAWD! > Stranger: Communications: Got it! The transmission is originating from the Giramandix system! > Stranger: Giramandix... That's a shared Gorn and human world, isn't it? > You: no. > Stranger: Science: Indeed > You: Space robot village > You: with androids littered around the whole place > You: Man you suck at geography > You: Where did you go to school? > You: Could you afford it? > You: I mean look at those clothes. > You: SO many stains > You: I don't like your shoelaces either. > You: The metal tips are too shiny > Stranger: Science: If I may, sir, it is likely we are currently in communication with someone with mental difficulties. If we can get a more precise trace on the tranmission, we should be able to pinpoint him and send the Giramandix authorities after him for wasting Starfleet's time... > You: OMFG! I noticed you have a picture of a mudkip on your shirt > Stranger: Indeed, but we don't have time for that... > You: Starfleet? > You: You said this ship's name was sunship. > You: lulz. > You: pranked! > You: You just got punk'd by aston kutcher > Stranger: Keep the channel open, But keep us on our assigned patrol path... Lieutenant Zir'kana, monitor the transmissiona nd let me know > Stranger: If anything changes > You: YOU DID A TYPO! > Stranger: Communications: Aye sir > You: WHAT KIND OF SPACE CAPTAIN ARE YOU? > You: OMFG GFMO > Stranger: Communications: I'll also inform the Giramandix authorities that one of their mental paitents (maybe) is loose on a communication terminal... > Stranger: You do that, lieutenant... > You: I think that's my cell phone. > You: I have auditions for doctor who. > You: Beam me out! > You: If you can. > You: Jees. > Stranger: Yeoman: *Stepping off the turbolift* Your log book, sir... > You: People are so slow at beaming these days > You: I burnt the log book > You: soz > You: needed some warmth > You: There's a space slug stealing the warmth over thar > You: It stole my shoelaces! > You: You have a brain slug on you. > Stranger: Thankyou yeoman... Captain's log, Stardate 4523.1, the Revere is mainting its standard patrol pattern along the Romulan border, but something of a mystery has befallen us as a mysterious and not entirely stable person has somehow managed to open communications with the Revere from the Gorn/human colony of Giramandix > You: That's why you are typing so slowly > You: It's sucking your blood! > You: http://chickenpie.tk > You: mmm > You: I lurve that site > Stranger: Lieutenant Zir'kana is continuing to monitor the transmission and has informed the Giramandix authorities > You: It's my site for pies and other stuff! > Stranger: End log... > Stranger: Alright yeoman, that's it. > You: WATCH OUT! > Stranger: Yeoman: Thankyou, sir *leaves* > You: MY SPIDEY SENSES ARE TINGLING! > Stranger: So, does anyone have plans after this shift? > You: yes > Stranger: Helm: Well, I was going to meet E here for dinner... > You: Raping my pet goldfish > You: YOU HAVE DRUGS1 > Stranger: Navigator: *Hopefull look* And desert, V? > You: ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT! > You: lol > Stranger: Helm: AND desert, E... > Stranger: Navigator: *Blushes* Can't wait... > You: you spelt dessert wrong. > You: You really suck at RP. > You: Man I have an imagination. > Stranger: First officer: I could go for dinner with my significant other myself. *Turns to look at the captain* > Stranger: I look foward to it, commander... *Smile* > You: *first officer pulls off clothes and starts raping my pet goldfish* > Stranger: First officer: OK, someone shut that manman off! > You: manman > Stranger: Communications: Sir... > You: Yes, I do believe I am a man > You: not a manman > You: Moreso a ladiesman > Stranger: *The communications officer shuts the transmission down* > You: beep beep > You: SPACE ROBOTS AGAIN! > You: OMFG! > Stranger: (OOC: It's not easy to be good at RP when your typing everything in as fast as you can, mate) > You: THEY BLEW UP THE CAPTAIN! > You: (soz, I have skill) > Stranger: (OOC: And you're not RPing, you're just typing in random, non-sequiter bullshit... > You: YOU FORGOT END PARENTHESIS! > You: I"M GOING TO STEAL YOUR FATHER CHRISTMAS! > Stranger: (OOC: Gah, fuck this...) > Your conversational partner has disconnected. I won in the end. Took a while because he's a good rp'er. NOTHING CAN BEAT MCNUGGET THE FLAMBOYANT TROLLER! GRRARARARAGGHH!
