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Post by Tanon on Mar 31, 2005 10:31:06 GMT -5
One day there was a box of radioactive crayons. They lived in a toy store. One of them was named RedGreenBlue, due to the fact that he had been left on a furnace and turned funny, radioactive colors. He seemed to have lost it, and spent most of his time gibbering. But today he had found a little toy car. 'Today I'm gonna bust out of this place as soon as someone opens up that door' He thought to himself, sitting on top of a monster 4x4 toy car and waiting paitently...
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Post by Mullet Fish on Mar 31, 2005 18:43:35 GMT -5
Fred was a faded purple crayon. He had a blunt end and was much shorter than most crayons. He had been left in the sun and had absorbed an excess of UV rays, causing him to gain he abilities of speech, movement and juggling. He was currently in his tattered box, all by himself, planning to enslave mankind.
Brad
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Post by Me on Mar 31, 2005 22:55:19 GMT -5
*lurking* Wow, this is... kinda scary. XD
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Post by Tanon on Apr 1, 2005 9:49:27 GMT -5
(Yes, isn't it?)
RGB, as he was known, may well not have been able to read the closed sign on the other side of the glass, or been able to tell that it was night now, but he knew just how much more fun it would be to blow through that big glass window by the table... so he quickly turned the car around, turbo-charged it up the little ramp, and positioned it right by the window... Now all he needed was for someone to come in through the window... RGB hopped up and down with joy, making his funny little squeaking sound.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 2, 2005 17:25:01 GMT -5
Fred could come up with no type of mind-control that wouldn't require billions of dollars of research and supplies, so he decided to get some money. He decided the best place to get some money would be the bank. He left his box, juggling in a particular way that didn't involve the use of hands, as he lacked these. He pondered how he was going to get out of the store. Suddenly, he dropped one of the fragmentation grenades he had been juggling idly. He watched it dumbly as it arced slowly towards the shop floor. He turned, as if in slow motion and dove, as if in slow motion away from the potential blast. "NeeyoooOOoooOOo!" he shouted in a slow motion scene with a dramatic camera angle. He landed a couple of inches farther from the edge of the table than he had been prior to the maneuvre, and tried to cover his ears. He then realized that he lacked both ears and hands with which he might cover any sonic receptors. Instead he lay onn the counter rather stupidly, waiting for a blast. Nothing happened. He lay on the counter a moment more, before getting up and walking to the edge of the counter. The grenade hadn't gone off. He hopped off the counter, chipped his bottom and left a purple mark on the floor. He looked at the grenade. "Made in China" was etched into the moulded plastic. It was then Fred realized that somewhere, a G.I. Joe action figure was missing three grenades. He sighed miserably and hurdled the grenade at the store's door in frustration. He was sauntering off when he was thrown backwards by a violent explosion and the sound of shattering glass. He stood up, wiped some melted wax off his face and whooped with glee. He hobbled to the door, which had been ripped off it's hinges and now jutted rather oscenely from an apartment.
Brad
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Post by Tanon on Apr 2, 2005 17:39:26 GMT -5
RGB looked blankly over to the door, now defunct. Someone had finally opened the door! "Weeeee!" He squeeked, putting the car into overdrive and hurling twards the door...
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 3, 2005 19:54:37 GMT -5
Fred was happily hopping over to the gap left by the door when he was hit quite forcefully by a speeding RC car. "Oof," he squeaked as he was thrown into the air. He bounced and skittered across the floor, leaving purple streaks. He moaned quietly, but was cut short as he watched the two remaining grenades skitter along the floor in a fashion much like he had been doing, just much faster. He stared wide eyed as it struck the bottom of the counter and exploded, sending the last grenade flying across the room. It struck a wall which connected the toy store to a beauty salon. It too detonated, blowing the wall outwards and destroying several chairs and a member of the cleaning staff. Fortunately the janitor had no immediate family and was a notorious drug dealer so nothing bad came of the whole incident. Except the destruction of two chairs and several mirrors. Fred got a little bit droopy from the heat, but was otherwise unharmed. He lay on the ground, a vacant look in his eyes as he waited for the melted wax to re-solidify.
Brad
Brad
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Post by Tanon on Apr 3, 2005 20:56:51 GMT -5
RGB sat on a small metal chunk, holding two bits of melting plastic in his hands, occasionaly twisting them around like he was still driving, staring out the door...
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 16, 2005 19:31:28 GMT -5
Fred stood up, and cursed as his top half bent slightly. He hobbled over to the other mutant crayon, who was blinking rather dumbly, much like he had been doing earlier. He spoke quietly. "Um...need a push?" he asked.
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Post by Tanon on Apr 17, 2005 13:14:20 GMT -5
RGB gibberedfor a split second, nodding. Of course, being seated on solid ground, he looked somewhat senseless...
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 18, 2005 15:09:29 GMT -5
Fred nodded and pushed the piece of metal on which RGB sat. It had, however, been welded to the ground firmly by the blast. He walked back to RGB. "It's no use."
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Post by Tanon on Apr 18, 2005 17:38:04 GMT -5
RGB got up, pounding on the metal several times, then hopping angrily up to the display and taking a seat in yet another jeep. He pushed the 'on' switch. Nothing. He hopped off, retreived the control pad, then hopped back, punding the foward button. The result was that both RGB and the car smashed through the window and landed upright on the pavement outside. RGB squeaked it's approval.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Apr 18, 2005 18:38:31 GMT -5
Fred had been examining the very same Jeep, and needless to say he was quite ruffled when he was shoved through the store window. He landed heavily on the hood, bounced off the windshield and bounced off the sidewalk. He stopped and groaned.
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Post by Tanon on Apr 18, 2005 18:56:44 GMT -5
RGB looked around, haring the funny sort of sound, and shoving his head through the hole at the bottom of the footpeace (Yeah, right, SP.). "Yu dere?" He squeaked.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Apr 26, 2005 22:28:30 GMT -5
Mario, a peachy pink crayon made in Italy, hopped out of the box. "Mama Mia!" He cried, seeing the car jammed in the window. "That is a broken carr-a. I fix-a you up nice-a!" He hopped over to the car. "May I-a, be of assistance, my insane looking friends-a?"
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