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Post by matrixEscapist on Jan 30, 2014 21:15:26 GMT -5
((Alright, kiddos. This thread is for members of the Welcome To Night Vale fandom, which, we would like to report, does not exist. I repeat, there is no such thing as the Welcome to Night Vale fandom. That being said, let us continue. I will create a WTNV bio page in the Character Bios folder. Please go there and create a character. You may only have one character at a time. To be an exception to this rule, you need permission from either me or Andrew (for instance if you want two characters who go together). This rule may be changed later on. You may create a new character whenever an old character dies, which Night Vale citizens do frequently. Other rules: Do not enter, look at, discuss, or think about the dog park. Do not discuss the town council if avoidable. Do not approach hooded figures. Do not discuss what does not exist. Do not be in possession of pocket calculators, barcode scanners, or margarita glasses, as they have been banned by the town council for your protection. Also, be aware that books are dangerous and inadvisable, and should not be kept in private homes. Have fun and enjoy! ::: .))
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Post by matrixEscapist on Jan 31, 2014 17:57:55 GMT -5
Suddenly, she was. Yes, right there, she just was. I can not tell you where she was, because mention of the place is banned by the town council, due to the fact that it apparently does not exist. It can not be told when she was, because no one has the faintest idea. Almost as little idea as they had about why she was. She just was. She floated, emitting a buzzing, crackling sound as she did so, per usual. What was not usual was when someone passing by the $&@ #=+% suddenly stopped, turned towards her, and waved...
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Post by hella geoff on Feb 1, 2014 22:23:06 GMT -5
Robert retrieved his two gallon container of mustard. He began putting his hand in and pulling out large globs of it to put into his mouth. All while staring directly at Bobbero.
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Post by Andrew on Feb 1, 2014 22:45:21 GMT -5
Boberro was walking by a place that surely did not exist. He stopped, and risking the horrible, horrible consequences, turned to look into the dog park, despite it not being there. She was. This was happening in the dog park. A man standing next to Boberro was waving, so Boberro decided to join in, while staring blankly at the strange man consuming large quantities of a yellow condiment.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Feb 2, 2014 10:03:45 GMT -5
Diabla, for whatever reason, felt a pull towards the waving men. She began to be, in a place that seemed to be- but may or may not actually be- closer to the waving men and the one holding a bottle of a yellow-brown condiment which appeared to be mustard, but she could not verify. She continued to seemingly be, closer and closer. She may or may not have smiled. No one knew, as her characteristics were indescribable. Good thing it hadn't rained that day, as she assumed was forecasted. She had listened to the radio at Old Woman Josie's house, where the so-called 'Angels' would whisper into her ear the meaning of the song that was the weather. Surprisingly, the angels' predictions were usually accurate.
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Post by Andrew on Feb 5, 2014 19:57:02 GMT -5
As soon as the girl did be close enough to him, Boberro took the oppurtunity to make a new customer. With a cough, he said as suspiciously as possible,"Hey, kid. You interested in wheat and/or wheat by-products? I know they ain't legal, but they sure're popular. Everybody seems interested in wheat and its by-products." Then, after a moment's thought,"Or at least they would be. If anything was real."
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Post by matrixEscapist on Feb 7, 2014 7:45:05 GMT -5
Diabla tilted her head, being out of the dog park. "Wheat and wheat byproducts, huh?" she said in a low voice. She opened her mouth to respond, when a strange look suddenly crossed her face. She gasped softly. "The plants... They do and they will. Be warned. They do and they will. Heeeaaaar theeeem." The shriek of a whistle issued from her ears for a moment before the look left her face. She shook her head. "Sorry, what? Didn't catch that."
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Post by Andrew on Feb 10, 2014 23:01:15 GMT -5
Boberro hadn't while Diabla was ranting, so he continued talking. "Yeah, wheat and/or its by-products. You want? The Sheriff's Secret Police mandate that plot happens every ten posts or less, so we better get on that." He then glanced uncomfortably at Robert, and glanced at his phone to check the weather.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Feb 11, 2014 18:06:25 GMT -5
Diabla nodded as the weather ended. "Definitely. Haven't gotten my hands on some wheat or its byproducts in ages." She smirked, putting up her dark hood. "How much will it cost me?"
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Post by hella geoff on Feb 15, 2014 17:50:43 GMT -5
Robert began running at a very high speed towards the flamingly homosexual supplier of wheat and its by-products, when all of a sudden, he rose into the air and exploded into confetti.
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Post by Andrew on Feb 16, 2014 17:54:54 GMT -5
Boberro glanced at the puff cloud that used to be Robert. "Good riddance," he muttered in an extremely homosexual manner. Then, turning his attention back to Diabla he replied,"Well, depends on how much you go'n' want. I sell at rates of 120 cents per ounce for wheat or 79 cents for its by-product."
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Post by matrixEscapist on Feb 22, 2014 15:10:43 GMT -5
Diabla ignored the explosion and made a face that was most likely a thoughtful one, but no one could remember afterwards. "I'll take the bybroducts deal. Do you have any bread?" Suddenly her eyes slid out of focus and she turned towards the dog park. The air was filled with the humming of the hooded figures, which do not- it should be noted- exist. When the world came back into focus, she looked extremely confused. "Sorry, but scratch the bread idea. Cookies. You have cookies? I am DESPERATELY in need of cookies. In fact, I will, most literally, DIE if I do not buy cookies immediately. Cookies?" she finished in questioning desperation.
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Post by Andrew on Feb 22, 2014 19:25:58 GMT -5
Boberro decided to stare blankly at Diabla. He would let her die. Not that he was a bloodthirsty maniac whose creepy desires could only be satisfied if he gave the victim hope before they died, but because dead customers pay more; Carlos did a study.
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Post by hella geoff on Feb 24, 2014 18:12:01 GMT -5
In a moments notice, Robert was standing behind Boberro, he began sewing a rather muscular arm onto the back of his neck. Oh that Robert, always kind hearted and generous, doing his part to give back to our wonderful community.
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Post by Andrew on Feb 24, 2014 19:27:28 GMT -5
The arm failed to be sewn to Boberro.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Feb 27, 2014 20:03:29 GMT -5
Diabla paid no attention to Robert's sewing and her eyes widened in shock as she looked at Boberro and knew that he would give her no cookies. The humming sound returned. "Oh, you've done it now. THEY want cookies, and THEY shall have them. Don't think I'll be the only one to die tonight..." She let out a blood-curdling scream as a dark shadow burst from her chest and enveloped her. A moment later, a hooded figure stood where she had been and hundreds more gravitated towards it. "Dead end," the center figure intoned in Diabla's voice. The entire world went black.
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Post by Andrew on Apr 1, 2014 17:21:16 GMT -5
Boberro stared blankly at Diabla. "Not quite dead enough yet," he said casually, glancing at his watch.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 2, 2014 16:29:45 GMT -5
The hodded figures- nonexistent though they may be- began to move towards Boberro creepily, staring into his soul, if he has one. Then they all began to hiss. "Mustard... MUSTARD..."
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Post by Andrew on Apr 2, 2014 18:41:03 GMT -5
Boberro's small smile vanished. He turned his head very slowly towards the Figures. "IT IS NOT THE TIME!!!" hissed a voice from Boberro's mouth, though the words clearly were not Boberro's. "NOT THE TIME!!!!"
A huge flash and rush of energy spread throughout Night Vale.
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Boberro wasn't walking by the dog park, since, as every good Night Valian knows, it does not exist. Stopping, without care for the possible punishments, looked at the place where, if there were a dog park, a dog park would be. She was. She wasn't not happening in the dog park.
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Post by matrixEscapist on Apr 5, 2014 11:49:13 GMT -5
She sensed a fellow being and she sensed that he sensed her being-ness. She began to be closer and closer...
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