rtcity will be back genreral

you gotta believe

epoch are you still working on that RPG where we save rtcity

i wonder what his parents ought to be feeling after all this shit happened

Princess Daisy wrote:i wonder what his parents ought to be feeling after all this shit happened

stupid and determined

everyone who was boo-hooing about 'ALL HOPE IS LOST' has never seen a parent after losing their kid even the most deadbeat shitty parent would claw their way to hell and back to get their kid if they get taken from the goobermint

they're painting their house i can only imagine the horrors inside

seth2 wrote:they're painting their house i can only imagine the horrors inside

there's a snowballs chance in hell that it hasn't been cleaned spotless yet

amsogaydurr wrote:epoch are you still working on that RPG where we save rtcity

"N-no, I don't want to" poor little RTCity stuttered to his capturer.

It had been 3 months since being kidnapped. RTCity was hungry, cold and wanted his Kindle Fire back. He was busily drawing a picture of Spinnythings in highlighters when he was pulled off his feet for his "nightly routine".

"I don't give a FUCK what you want!" said one of his kidnappers. She pushed a cloth of chloroform over his mouth while his eyes fluttered and he fell asleep.

RTCity woke up an hour later, his head throbbing, confused and dazed but knowing exactly what was happening - his nightly routine. His apparent "foster mom" and her lesbian lover sat next to each other, the first one grinning with sharp teeth as she held "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins. RTCity immediately felt his stomach twisting with dread - anything but this. They were in the "think tank", where intellectual free-thinkers came to religiously worship godless sodomites. The walls were decorated with pictures taped to the walls - an autograph by Neil DeGrasse Tyson, the "Darwin Fish", the works. His eyes burned at such abhorrent sights.

The first kidnapper immediately began to read. Richard Dawkins' words pierced RTCity's groggy skull like a jack knife being stuck into his head. He immediately screamed in agony as such pseudintellectualism killed his hearing cells while his demonic capturers laughed with pleasure at this damnation.

Then, suddenly, RTCity could hear something, over all other things. It was a sound he knew well. The lyrics came to him instantly;

Her name was Lola,
She was a showgirl...

His eyes opened widely, with Richard Dawkins' bullshit being completely tuned out. His capturers were taken aback, shocked at this. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a wrecking ball exploded through the north end of the "think tank", demolishing it and causing the roof to rain debris upon the now very unlucky lesbian kidnappers, both now screaming with horror. As the dust was clearing, 5 shadows were visible at the newly-formed entrance to the house.

holy fuck that was well written

seth2 wrote:holy fuck that was well written

i get bored

we forgot to ask rtcity if his parents were atheists

Suddenly, a hacksaw of bullets pierced the dust, filling the room with a choking smell of gunpowder, cutting through anything that dared getting in their way. Both lesbians were fatally shot 144 times in the ribcage as Red Epoch's minigun tore though all in its path, be it man or tacky avant garde furniture. Both womens' final thoughts were them wishing they could have updated their Tumblr status to make it look like they had comitted suicide, as they were literally cut in half from the downpour of armory. RTCity was lucker, as he was tied down to his bed and bullets whizzed inches above him.

Meanwhile, Epoch was having the time of his life blowing this shithole to bits. He saw as the captors were blown back into the wall and a bloody mist mixed in with the dust now falling from all corners of the house, as a thick gore burst back and gave the old walls their last paint job. He didn't feel like stopping, though - he was itching to use this puppy from day one, and he wanted to make the most of it while it was still possible. The walls were decorated with jagged lines of bulletholes and eventually Seth had to tell him to let them get RTCity out before making the whole place collapse, which would be his only break until exactly that happened. Spinnythings ran into the house, untied a confused RTCity while Copacabana continued to blast out of Epoch's boombox, and ran out with RT's arm over his shoulders. Epoch went back to firing until the house gave and toppled over, debris gushing out of the ruins like a shockwave.

seth2 wrote:we forgot to ask rtcity if his parents were atheists

i'll keep it in mind for next time

the cops showed up all hope was gone but out of the sky trashbot jumped out of the sky and destroyed all of the cop cars screaming "THUNDERDOME AND SUPERIOR NERDS"

seth2 wrote:the cops showed up all hope was gone but out of the sky trashbot jumped out of the sky and destroyed all of the cop cars screaming "THUNDERDOME AND SUPERIOR NERDS"

i'm thinking i should write this in the tense of a dystopian alternate universe where there are no cops because there is NO JUSTICE

otthunderdome is the police here

what if i made an epic series where its the future and trashbot is dealing with the world

spinnythings wrote:what if i made an epic series where its the future and trashbot is dealing with the world

do it for an english project

The invention of the Trashbot marked the beginning of mankind's destruction. An entity with artificial knowledge that expanded exponentially, the Trashbot in two hours became intelligent enough to outwit the combined military forces of the world, and destroyed them. But its true, divine, God-given purpose -- his original role, was not forgotten. His creators had been killed in the resulting global conflict, but despite minor damage Trashbot's hydrogen-powered backup generators would keep him running for millions of years. He had only one instruction now: to shitpost valiantly in the name of OTThunderdome.

base it on that one asimov story where the ai dude turns into a god and recreates the universe but instead of just saying 'let there be light' or whatever he shitposts individual particles and atoms like the monkey typing shakesphere thing

"Are you okay?" Spinnythings said to RTCity after the house fell over. He nodded wearily; he had been waiting for this moment for what felt like centuries. He looked up at the chiselled faces of OTThunderdome and then passed out on the thick, dewy grass that lay beneath him; it was only ten in the morning, but his day was already pretty satisfactory. Trashboat was sitting behind the wheel of the crane that wrecked the house, he gave a thumbs up to the group, and then jumped out of his seat. He had let the wrecking ball fly after the initial hit on the house, causing it to blow through the interior and chew through its insides like a knife cutting a block of warm cheese, and continue flying for another 30 or so feet into an empty field.

so the wrecking ball flew through the house and into an empty field

seth2 wrote:so the wrecking ball flew through the house and into an empty field

yes

it takes place in a rural area, the empty field is right behiind the house

i'll write more later

i was thinking videos

spinnythings wrote:i was thinking videos

do it

hej!