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Castle of Beasts: An NME Murdergame
Yeah!!!!!!!! All we have to do is get them 8efore they get us, and we win!
Stupid doomed timeline...
[Skid & Pump, having missed the battle due to their admin being busy, applaud Boris.

“Aw, now that's nice!”
“I'm darn proud right now!”
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
"Alright, let's beat up that boss!" George says, running in.

"ah"
"oh hell no, kung fu panda!"
It's OK, George. Don't strain yourself Bossman says as he pats him on the shoulder.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Klonoa pats George on his shoulder, being unable to reach his back.
"Right, so what do we do next?"
Boris pulls out a bottle of vodka.

NOW? WE WAIT. VODKA, COMRADE? he asks, offering Robin a shot of vodka

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

"Vodka?" Klonoa tilts his head confused. " What's that?"
"Alright..."

> Drink vodka
It's an alcoholic drink, cat boy. You all make sure not to go over the limit.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
I'll drink to that! Jessie said, reveling in the celebratory mood the group was in. The monster went down before she could even get a hit in edgewise, which impressed her.
I've never tried vodka, a true gam8lignant drinks rum!

Actually Vriska hadn't had anything stronger than soda pop, but she wasn't about to say this.
Stupid doomed timeline...
Boris pours some shots for those who asked and hands them out.

CHEERS, COMRADES!

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

Jessie downed her shot easily, sighing at the rough burn going down her throat. She was more of a whiskey drinker, really -- maybe tequila if she was planning on waking up without her shoes or wallet on the B train -- but this was the only chance she was probably going to have of even getting a drink during this thing.
Heck with it, I'll take one too.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
>Drink vodka
Everyone shared a hearty drink.
"Can. . . Can I try some?" Oh god, the adorkable cabbit is about to try vodka. This isn't going to end well.
SURE, COMRADE! Boris cheerfully replies, handing Klonoa a shot of vodka.

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

Okay, I'll try one too, 8ut I 8et it's not as good as rum.

........yeah she's never had rum either.
Stupid doomed timeline...
Klonoa didn't even drink it, he just took a small whiff, already getting a bit hammered. He was on the ground coughing and hacking, the burning sensation in his nostrils. "M-Maybe. . . I just need to get used to it. . ." Klonoa wheezed, before taking a sip. . . What followed afterwards was Klonoa in the middle of a coughing fit and choking. "W-Water!" And then he promptly collapse on his back, spirals in his eyes and flustered.
   
Poor boy couldn't handle his alcohol....

Bossman picks up Klonoa and takes him to his barracks and tucks him in. He gives him a pat on the head before going back to the others.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
...BLYAT. OH WELL, HE GET USED TO IT!

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

Klonoa smiled in his sleep at the head pat, sleeping peacefully for the moment before the eventual hangover.
AH, TROLL LADY WANTS SOME TOO? HERE YOU GO. CHEERS, COMRADE!

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

Thanks!!!!!!!!

Vriska knocks back the shot and OH NO SHE UNDERESTIMATED THIS STUFF. She does manage not to cough or sputter or anything but the face she makes is... not good. Damn, that's strong.

Whoaaaaaaaa. Okay may8e I should sit down.
Stupid doomed timeline...


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