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Post by ness11 on Jan 9, 2009 23:18:08 GMT -5
This is a fun (fun can't even describe it) rpg that is supposed to be random and really just be about a bunch of drunk dudes forming a band, and that's usually how it happens. But our band is different....this band will become the greatest band of all time. So pull out your guitars and bang on your drums, so let's rock and roll all nite and party everyday! (This will probably end up being random and nothing involving what the thread is about and to be honest I don't care) Guidelines Basically we form our own bands with each other (not everyone has to be in the same band) and go on the wildest tours ever. We you swim in money and chicks, or defeat the demons of emo and pop with your lucious power of rock! You don't nescarily have to play an instrument, you can be a groupie, manager, crazyed man, or the people who work those lazzer light shows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: We also get nicknames if you want  [Rongo / to be changed] Rongo always dreamed of playing in a band like KISS, but he soon realized he was too hardcore for the likes of them and set out to start a band of his own filled with keys, bass, rhythm, and lots of metal. He is currently in a tatoo shop getting a penguin tatoo. |
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Post by Rorschach on Jan 9, 2009 23:31:05 GMT -5
Mr.Post man
No he wasnt a post man, hes a crazy fool who tries to get laid every night and drinks........funny becuase hes an amazing singer and a pretty good drummer. Too bad hes too stupid to realize it. And he loves hello kitty. He has a tattoo of hello kitty all over his back. and it matches with his hello kitty backpack.
Right now Mr.Post man is at home calling random numbers in the phone book with his hello kitty phone
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Post by Big Boss on Jan 9, 2009 23:32:23 GMT -5
( hunnington beach california)
Styx
everyone at school knew who styx was, he was very different to say the least. He was the local town weirdo..not any people were nice to him, and the very few "friends" he had diddnt like to admit it. everyone at that school all listened to Lyl wayne and coldplay, Unlike styx..he was a Public enemy fan and slipknot fan. he also was the only one to play guitar there also.. His life was very blank..bored and a social outcast he wanted to get out of the beach and find a place to go..
But where?
all he had on him was his seven sring and about 50 dollars. he looked around for a place to stay, but no luck, he slept in the back alleys and everyday his hair grew, till he arrived at a salon and spent the rest of his money to get it braided...so he diddnt have to deal with it anymore.
styx is currently sleeping near a bar
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Post by ness11 on Jan 10, 2009 12:55:26 GMT -5
[Dave "Rongo" Stealflex] (Yeah that's right Steele, your name is mine)
After getting his killer penguin tatoo Rongo hoped on his black metal ridding lawnmoher named "Black Sabbath". The Black Sabbath got 32 miles by the gallon and was a smooth ride to say the least. However, he always dreamed of turning his rinky dink lawnmoher into a colossal monster-truck-ascouris. He remebered how he paraded around town singing and playing drums to Iron Maiden songs with his pal Jiminey Vic. Unfortunatly, Vic converted to Christianity and couldn't play in the band anymore; he would later die in an odd ritual ceremony.
He drove over to a bar near a local beach town and walked inside. He wasn't a drinker, he was looking for a new guitarist, for Rongo could wait no longer and wanted to reach the top right here right now. He spotted an odd figure that looked like he wanted to rock to the sounds of metal like there was no tomorrow. He sat next to the man as he finished off his first beer.
"Set me up some Bud Light," Styx said.
"Bud Light, eh?" Rongo said.
"Yeah, what about it?" Styx asked.
"Why Bud Light is the beer of rockers," Rongo stated, "and you my friend, look like a rocker that needs a good drummer."
Styx raised an eyebrow, "So you're looking for a band too?" Styx asked, and Rongo noded. "Well then what are we waiting for?"
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Post by Angel on Jan 11, 2009 20:02:25 GMT -5
[Enter Mimi]
She was looking for something.. to love. She needed a thrill. She needed.. something to do. She was bored. Her friends had ditched her. They were all the types to sit around and be party animals. And while she had a love for the music, she never fully fit in the scene. Her friends eventually ditched her, she was a total "wet blanket, buzz kill, goody-two-shoes".
Mimi was walked into a bar.. she had never been in one before. She was trying to prove to her friends that she wasn't just the same goody two shoes that they all knew her as. Sure, she kept to her morals, but she knew how to have a good time too.
Despite of all this, she got a little nervous in the place. She felt a little out of her element. She was embarrassed to admit she had never been in a place like this, never even had well.. *blush*
But this was going to change. She was going to be someone people.. wanted to hang out with.
All of a sudden she heard some guys talking.. a band...
She was known for her childlike curiousness, she grew interested in things FAST.. a band... wow..
She had to know more... maybe they were good. She had a passion for REAL music. She had to admit... these guys looked as real as could be. She felt somewhat stalker.. ish.. but she had to follow them.
Anyway.. this was the kinda thing she was looking for. Danger..
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Post by peram on Jan 11, 2009 23:20:02 GMT -5
[Enter Peram]
Peram played the guitar. He was a very random person, but as stupid as he sometimes acted, he wasn't stupid at all. Unlike all the great musicians, Peram didn't enjoy getting drunk, doing drugs, going out and picking up chicks, or trashing hotel rooms. However, he did enjoy rocking. Music was his life. Without music he'd be no one. Without music, he'd just be some depressed kid who just rotted away in his bedroom. On stage, he always used an electric guitar, but sometimes he enjoyed taking his acoustic guitar to the park where he would sit and strum away for hours as he thought.
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Post by Big Boss on Jan 13, 2009 0:16:23 GMT -5
well there goes my originality to the story count me out now
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Post by smashbro on Jan 14, 2009 15:54:08 GMT -5
"The Wacky Wonder"  Ebeneezer was now 88, born in 1920 and is currently a resident of the Sunny Side Nursing Home. He was a would be rocker, and even though his carreer never took off, he never gave up hope. But his family forced him to live in a nursing home, deeming him unstable or suitable to live on his own. (He did win that drag race though, stupid punk kids thought they could beat him). So currently, wearing his favorite purple wig and with his bass guitar, he flew down the hill on his shopping cart. The police would surely be on their way soon, and Ebeneezer was headed towards the park... |
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Post by Rorschach on Jan 20, 2009 18:08:25 GMT -5
it was an interesting day for Mr. Post man. it was night time, he was drunk and there was a karaoke bar down the street. You do the math. Post man: chose a song at random.....He got dancing queen. Post man: YEAH LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED. as Post man sang the night away the crowd......actually liked it. Post man:YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN, YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN....oh wait, im 28. The crowd roared as Post man was jamming with the music. crowd: ENCORE ENCORE ENCORE!!! Post man: YOU WANT IT, YOU GOT IT, ONLY IF I GET ANOTHER BEER. the crowd tossed him a beer. too bad he dropped it. So they handed him another one. Post man drank the beer dry and then chose another song. Ini miney miney moe, strippers going high and low, if she calls you, let her know, 10 DOLLARS A MINUTE, OK LETS GO. The song that showed up turned out to be.....SHE BANGS.the song william hung sang on american idol. Post man: She bangs She bangs, oh baby when she moves, she moves, she looks like a flower, she stings like a bee, OK LETS GO ANOTHER BEER FOR ME! the audience loved Post man so much that they asked him to come back next week. They would call it, Fridays with Mr. Post man. Post man: HEY, this beer tastes sour! audience member: How about we change ur name to Sour!!! the audience cheered in excitement: YAYYYYYYY manager: How about fridays with Singing Sour. Post man er Sour walked out the bar. He felt something that he didnt feel in a long time, happiness, when Sour got home, he dumped all of his Hello kitty stuff into a bag and donated it to a charity. Sour: hmmm, I like that line, Fridays with singing Sour, maybe I can get a job singing and get paid!! Sour liked the sound of that. OOC: I changed his name cuz every 2 minutes i Typed Sour instead of Post Man and it got reallly annoying so I changed it |
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