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Post by The Director of Mutant Affairs on Jul 28, 2008 20:07:40 GMT -6
z11.invisionfree.com/Why_So_Serious/index.php?We currently have TWO subplots to sign up for. So go and sign up for them! 1. show your loyalty : PHASE ONE Rules are simple. Break the batsignal and don't get caught. 2. party animals Red's hosting a ball. ALSO NOMINATE FOR COTM. If you guys don't do any of this stuff, we're never gonna get out feet off the ground! ;D Harls
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Post by Harley on Jul 28, 2008 20:17:55 GMT -6
Not quite the ad I would've liked. But thank you. --------------------------- Hey, clowns.
Welcome to Gotham City. Just do as I say, and I'll have you rolling around in laughter soon enough. But first, let's have a little chat.
Gotham, if you didn't already know, is a crime-ridden city with a police force that'll throw you behind bars faster than you can let out a giggle. And with that Harvey Dent up for D.A., the number of opportunities to tell [perhaps the better word, in our case, would be "demonstrate"] jokes has gone on an extreme Weight-Watchers routine. But don't worry. If you follow my instructions to a 't', the police won't be the ones pestering you. Our main kill-joy is a man named Bat and his little entourage of Chickenboy and Bratgirl. Once I get myself out of this place, you can bet your bottom dollar that we'll be putting a smile on Bat's face. Haha, don't you love the sound of the gargled scream or a person who's ripped their fresh Glasgow at the seams?
You're probably wondering where I am and what my deal is, but there's method to the madness. My current residence is the lovely Arkham Asylum in a five-star looney suite equipped with padded walls and a bullet-proof glass panel. They don't make me wear the complimentary white jacket anymore.
Now, contrary to what you're probably thinking right now, I'm not going to need your help getting out. I'm going to be let out. Impossible? Hardly. Just implausible, considering how the tables are turned against me. But trust me, kiddies, I could have escaped the jail cell that I previously called my home if I wanted to. Don't worry about how I'm going to get out. Everybody will know how I did it soon enough, and I want it to be a surprise.
What you're going to do for me now is await my arrival at Laff City. It's an old comedy venue that I've set us up in. It's a little small, but cozy. The dressing room is off limits, but please, help yourself to whatever other rooms you'd like. Oh, and I'd advise that you stay away from the grenades...Unless you have a wish of death-by-laughter. Ha ha!
If you don't already know where Laff City is, you're just not meant to be taking part in the execution of this joke. And unfortunately, if you're not behind it, then you're the target.
Be there, or miss out.
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Post by The Director of Mutant Affairs on Jul 29, 2008 6:48:45 GMT -6
Sorry about that Miss - I was unsure what to put down as a advert Not quite the ad I would've liked. But thank you. --------------------------- Hey, clowns.
Welcome to Gotham City. Just do as I say, and I'll have you rolling around in laughter soon enough. But first, let's have a little chat.
Gotham, if you didn't already know, is a crime-ridden city with a police force that'll throw you behind bars faster than you can let out a giggle. And with that Harvey Dent up for D.A., the number of opportunities to tell [perhaps the better word, in our case, would be "demonstrate"] jokes has gone on an extreme Weight-Watchers routine. But don't worry. If you follow my instructions to a 't', the police won't be the ones pestering you. Our main kill-joy is a man named Bat and his little entourage of Chickenboy and Bratgirl. Once I get myself out of this place, you can bet your bottom dollar that we'll be putting a smile on Bat's face. Haha, don't you love the sound of the gargled scream or a person who's ripped their fresh Glasgow at the seams?
You're probably wondering where I am and what my deal is, but there's method to the madness. My current residence is the lovely Arkham Asylum in a five-star looney suite equipped with padded walls and a bullet-proof glass panel. They don't make me wear the complimentary white jacket anymore.
Now, contrary to what you're probably thinking right now, I'm not going to need your help getting out. I'm going to be let out. Impossible? Hardly. Just implausible, considering how the tables are turned against me. But trust me, kiddies, I could have escaped the jail cell that I previously called my home if I wanted to. Don't worry about how I'm going to get out. Everybody will know how I did it soon enough, and I want it to be a surprise.
What you're going to do for me now is await my arrival at Laff City. It's an old comedy venue that I've set us up in. It's a little small, but cozy. The dressing room is off limits, but please, help yourself to whatever other rooms you'd like. Oh, and I'd advise that you stay away from the grenades...Unless you have a wish of death-by-laughter. Ha ha!
If you don't already know where Laff City is, you're just not meant to be taking part in the execution of this joke. And unfortunately, if you're not behind it, then you're the target.
Be there, or miss out.
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