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Post by jokester on Mar 28, 2011 14:11:53 GMT
Temporis's latest pun was so bad that the fuel in the helicopter froze, the dwarves went into instant hibernation, and the metal freezes itself to his and Tamel's skin. When the helicopter hits the ground, it shatters like ice, throwing him and Tamel clear. Not particularly comfortable, but they are now free, at least.
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Post by timesting on Mar 28, 2011 17:25:14 GMT
That was a cold thing to do.
I throw Tamel into my stetson and look up then run away from the helecopter.
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 28, 2011 18:33:13 GMT
If all has gone well, this board should only be accessible to Tamel, Temporis, and myself. News just in! It isn't. Just saying y'know  And no, I have not read any of the posts except for the first and last ones. Your evil secret plans are safe. Also, why the hell is this board called "threesome2"? That's just a little bit squicky. |
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Post by jokester on Mar 29, 2011 13:03:07 GMT
Aw hell. I'll talk to Rowan about that sometime.
It's because, if you look at your own joint-board, you'll notice I have deliberately made it sound like a threesome in the description. It's a running gag.
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Post by timesting on Mar 29, 2011 21:15:03 GMT
Briden wont be able to see that  so you may need to post it on his board. |
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 30, 2011 0:10:37 GMT
Bryden wont be able to see that so you may need to post it on his board. Actually he can see that. Also, fixed my name for you  |
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Post by jokester on Mar 30, 2011 12:30:32 GMT
Technically, it would be more correct to say you fixed his name for you... but anyway, this is not your board. Get the hell offa ma property. [SHOTGUN CLICK]
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 30, 2011 16:27:17 GMT
Fix the permissions! |
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Post by timesting on Mar 30, 2011 22:46:34 GMT
No bryden the permissions dont need sorted you're view of e'etiquette needs sorted, for example it is basic e'etiquette not to enter a form if you know that it is not within your permissions.
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Post by timesting on Mar 30, 2011 23:04:40 GMT
Bryden i can see you veiwing the post please get off it.
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Post by timesting on Mar 30, 2011 23:19:52 GMT
If this ends then my iPod app is working.
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Post by jokester on Mar 31, 2011 12:02:25 GMT
Anyway, Temporis's second terrible pun, when stacked on top of the effects of the last one, freezes the air around him. A wave of this coldness also somehow leaps back across the inexplicable ethereal link that has somehow cropped up between this part of the world and Xylia, and hits her in the face.
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Post by timesting on Mar 31, 2011 15:44:31 GMT
I have sub-zero sympathy for her.
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Post by jokester on Mar 31, 2011 19:48:17 GMT
...well done. The area just hit absolute zero. you and everything around you crystallises into a perfectly-ordered system of bose-einsteinien material. Weirdly, you somehow remain conscious.
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Post by timesting on Mar 31, 2011 20:16:59 GMT
Chilling prospect isnt it.
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Post by jokester on Apr 1, 2011 12:51:02 GMT
A woman wanders into your consciousness. After a second, you recognise her as that Barmaid from the prologue.
"It won't work," she advises you. "There's nowhere left for it to go. If you try and push coldness much further you start dividing zero by itself and then things get messy."
One weird thing about this whole situation - you're a perfectly ordered system without eyes or ears - you cannot see or hear a thing. Yet, somehow, you can see and hear this woman.
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Post by timesting on Apr 1, 2011 14:10:37 GMT
So there is zero chance of you letting this continue.
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Post by timesting on Apr 2, 2011 16:42:37 GMT
Bryden get off i can see your ip adress
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Post by jokester on Apr 2, 2011 18:16:37 GMT
The Barmaid opens her mouth to respond, before deciding against this and just rolling her eyes.
"Look, there's nothing left to freeze!" she sighs, exasperated. "You just froze time itself with that last one! Do you know how much work it takes to fix that?"
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Post by timesting on Apr 2, 2011 18:50:30 GMT
"Time to say goodbye, Paesi che non ho mai, Veduto e vissuto con te."
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Post by jokester on Apr 3, 2011 19:34:20 GMT
The Barmaid raises an eyebrow. "There are quite a lot of countries you've never seen or lived in with me", she notes. "But... stop me if you've seen this one before." She makes a melodramatic show of blowing an invisible particle from her fingers. A paperclip with eyes unfolds itself out of nowhere.
"It appears you are trying to create a vision! Would you like some h-"
It gets no further before the Barmaid seizes it by just under the eyes and shakes it viciously. It transforms into a tiny 3D scene, which grows to fill Temporis's entire - well, not his vision, because he can't see. His consciousness.
The area is dark, and harshly cold. There is some kind of a floor, but it's strange and slimy, not quite solid and not quite liquid. There are... things... crawling over the surface. Hideous things. Things that look weird and unnatural even to a manxome foe.
"Now, it's not quite a country, but it's definitely somewhere you've never seen... or lived," the Barmaid says, leaning on nothing and inspecting her nails. "In fact, only a few people have ever properly seen this, and most of them went mad." She raises her eyes and looks Temporis up and down. "I don't think you have to worry there," she deadpans.
A hole opens in the nothingness. A hole leading to brightness and warmth.
"Ah," the Barmaid smiles. "Now this place you've seen and lived in."
The perspective zooms in on the hole. It zooms through the hole. And on the other side... is an unfamiliar, cold, dark room. The perspective rises, through the ceiling and up, out of the building... and Temporis recognises the resultant image as the Everroyal Isle. The central island of Diversity. He's seen it in pictures before.
"Time to say goodbye," the Barmaid smiles. The image vanishes. The paperclip returns. The Barmaid flicks it with a finger. It transforms into a bicycle. She lies on the bike, propped up on an elbow, and waggles her fingers goodbye as it speeds off into nowhere, taking her with it.
A wave of warmth hits the area all at once, reversing the chilling effects of those puns. The area goes back to normal, as does Temporis. His vision is initially blurry, but soon clears up to show the Snark, leaning out of a train window, staring at him.
"What the heck just happened, kid?"
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Post by timesting on Apr 3, 2011 19:49:46 GMT
"I think i just punndered my way here."
oh look rabbits
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Post by jokester on Apr 4, 2011 10:21:32 GMT
The Snark sighs. "Why do I even bother?" he muses, before addressing Temporis directly. "Hey, kid, we are still in hostile territory here. You in favour of gettin' out of here?"
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Post by timesting on Apr 4, 2011 10:38:03 GMT
"eye, i am"
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Post by jokester on Apr 4, 2011 11:25:48 GMT
"Good, cos I think I've fixed this train up so it'll drive on land. I say we find us a forest, high-tail it to the coast and build ourselves a raft, then get the hell away from this place."
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Post by timesting on Apr 4, 2011 12:11:27 GMT
"there two, there four, there six, there eight
Shunting trucks and hauling freight
red and green and brown and blue
they're the really useful crew."
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Post by jokester on Apr 5, 2011 10:18:53 GMT
"...yeah, whatever kid. Just get in the train."
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Post by timesting on Apr 5, 2011 23:55:59 GMT
From now until the privileges get repaired i will be posting on my locked forum.
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Post by jokester on Apr 6, 2011 11:54:29 GMT
Sounds like a plan.
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so you may need to post it on his board. 