Dude, Where's My RP? (OPEN- Planning, Multi-Genre RP, IC,)

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

OOC Thread

ISTORY Is Important

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Xthveuir National Museum

Rather medium sized on the outside, it was built using transdimenional engineering making it a LOT bigger on the inside, so big no one even knows how much is really there. The last guy sent to chart the museum died of old age 107 years later and barely even finished the first five floors:

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Xthveuir National Museum Reception Desk

''Dude...I'm so bored,'' moaned Stanley to his live imaginary friend whom everyone could also see, Oscar Rabbit.



''Like, all the guests have disappeared somewhere in one of those infinite floors.''

''Uh huh....'' replied Oscar with his eyes glued to his laptop.

''Dude, what are playing?''

''Of Men and Titans, its a NationStates P2TM RP.''

''That sucks, all you ever do is write stuff, with no pictures. Its just like reading,'' replied Stanley.

''Rats!'' shouted Oscar.

''What is it now?''

''There's this really angry guy and...oh and I have to use the bathroom.''

''Oh no...you can go yourself dude.''

''Don't make me go by myself Jeff- I mean Stan! I'll get lost and die of old age finding the bathroom.''

''You're not gonna pee in my coffee mug dude.''

''PLEASE! I'll never find my way back if I go looking for the bathroom.''

''No way dude, besides last time we tried looking for the bathroom we ended up in the Cthulhu exhibit and I am not doing that again.''

Oscar just smiled and looked sleepy.

''What's wrong dude?'' Then he smelt it.

''I don't have to go anymore'' he said still smiling.

''Ah! That's sick dude, go get a mop!''

''From the broom closet?''

''Its not gonna try to eat you again, now go!''

''Oh..okay..'' he stuttered as he left the reception desk and headed for the broom closet across the room.

I can do this...I can do this... He started to sweat.

[Hlerop]

Xthveuir National Museum
Ground Floor
The glass doors that served as the entrance to the Xthveuir National Museum flung open, and a full Roman century, with 80 well-equipped and well-trained Legionnaires, marched in. At the head of the massive column was an enormous Scottish-looking man. The bear emblazoned on his large shield marked him as the leader, and he strode up to the front desk with authority.
He turned to his men and roared, "LEGION! Five men to every enterance, double that on the main doors! Any men left over, begin setting up camp."
As the lower-ranking officers began to herd the men into their proper spots, the leader turned back to Stanley at the front desk.
"Hail, sir. I am Balronus Tacitus, of the 6th Legion of Rome. My men must camp here for the night. We have our own food and supplies, we simply need the space in here."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Xthveuir National Museum
Ground Floor
The glass doors that served as the entrance to the Xthveuir National Museum flung open, and a full Roman century, with 80 well-equipped and well-trained Legionnaires, marched in. At the head of the massive column was an enormous Scottish-looking man. The bear emblazoned on his large shield marked him as the leader, and he strode up to the front desk with authority.
He turned to his men and roared, "LEGION! Five men to every enterance, double that on the main doors! Any men left over, begin setting up camp."
As the lower-ranking officers began to herd the men into their proper spots, the leader turned back to Stanley at the front desk.
"Hail, sir. I am Balronus Tacitus, of the 6th Legion of Rome. My men must camp here for the night. We have our own food and supplies, we simply need the space in here."

''Um..yeah, hail to you too, I am.. Sir Stanley... Baron...of the Xthveuir Museum. I think you'll be quite at home in our Roman Exhibition, its down at Floor-''

''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!'' Oscar came running back and jumped behind the reception desk.

''Dude, what the hell?''

''Lord Voldemort, he's in the broom closet?''

''Don't be ridiculous, he's in limbo.''

''I swear, I SAW him Gregory- I mean Stanley!''

Stanley sighed and looked at Balronus Tacitus. ''Please excuse my real live imaginary friend, he had a urinary nervous disorder.''

Suddenly the door to the broom closet was swung open and a tall bald man with a hideous face stepped out.



''I am free!'' he exclaimed. Behind him his legion of Death Eaters followed and approached the reception desk.

''Oh...crap...'' said Stanley. ''It really is You-Know-Who...''

''There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it,'' said Lord Voldemort. ''That's my most famous quote, from the first book.''

''Okay...'' said Stanley. ''How can I help you your Dark Lordiness?''

''I need no help! I..wait, where am I?''

''Xthveuir National Museum,'' responded Stanley.

''How do you spell that?''

''NA-SHUNAL-''

''No, how do you spell 'Xthveuir'?''

''No one knows, Dr Frankenstein couldn't get it either.''

''Oh..so any way,'' he raised out his wand and a powerful green blast erupted from it. The Death Eaters began to disco dance.

''I SHALL RISE AGAIN AND BECOME THE IMMORTAL MASTER OF THIS WORLD! ALL WHO OPPOSE ME SHALL MEET MY MERCILESS WRATH!''

''You want any premium membership with that?'' asked Stanley.

[Hlerop]

The instant the closet door burst open, 80 men froze for a half second as their brains reverted back to the training that was a permanent part of them. They all sprang into action simultaneously: the soldiers guarding the exits ran to the reception desk, while the men building the camp threw down their picks and grabbed their weapons to join their comrades. Within 30 seconds, the century had formed into two ranks of ten men, four lines deep. Stepping forward cautiously, Balronus pointed his sword at Voldemort.
"You. Demon. Identify yourself."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

The instant the closet door burst open, 80 men froze for a half second as their brains reverted back to the training that was a permanent part of them. They all sprang into action simultaneously: the soldiers guarding the exits ran to the reception desk, while the men building the camp threw down their picks and grabbed their weapons to join their comrades. Within 30 seconds, the century had formed into two ranks of ten men, four lines deep. Stepping forward cautiously, Balronus pointed his sword at Voldemort.
"You. Demon. Identify yourself."

''I am the Dark Lord, the Master of the World, the most powerful wizard in the world, and also the greatest disco dancer in the world I am-''

''Hey my Lord'' said a Death Eater raising his hand. ''How much college credit am I getting for this again?''

''Forty eight'' responded Voldemort before turning back towards Balronus with his wand pointed out.

''Now declare your undying loyalty to me and I will spare you're lives.''

''Um, I hate to interrupt but could you guys sign these insurance papers if you're gonna kill or attempt forward slash intend to cause grievous bodily harm. Please?'' said Stanley holding out two ball point pens. ''Would you prefer quills?''

''I swear my undying loyalty to you!'' cried Oscar the Rabbit. ''Please spare my imaginary but still real life!''

[Hlerop]

Balronus simply grimaced at the Dark Lord's offer.

"I am a soldier of the Roman Legion. When I enlisted, I swore an oath to the emperor. I will not break that oath for some noseless piece of shit with a stick." He spat.

He just barely got his shield up in time to deflect the nasty-looking spell Voldemort fired at him. Around the pair, Death Eaters and Legionnaires began dueling, sword against wand.

"FALL BACK TO THE STAIRCASE!" he roared, stabbing at a random Death Eater while dodging a Killing Curse. The legion began retreating, some units moving into the tortoise formation, others just running for dear life.

Barlonus grabbed Stanley by the shirt and yelled, "What's the safest place for my men?!"

[Rhodevus]

Balronus simply grimaced at the Dark Lord's offer.

"I am a soldier of the Roman Legion. When I enlisted, I swore an oath to the emperor. I will not break that oath for some noseless piece of shit with a stick." He spat.

He just barely got his shield up in time to deflect the nasty-looking spell Voldemort fired at him. Around the pair, Death Eaters and Legionnaires began dueling, sword against wand.

"FALL BACK TO THE STAIRCASE!" he roared, stabbing at a random Death Eater while dodging a Killing Curse. The legion began retreating, some units moving into the tortoise formation, others just running for dear life.

Barlonus grabbed Stanley by the shirt and yelled, "What's the safest place for my men?!"

Leonidus Artmis, a Greek (mage-like) archer rolled into view. He landed on one knee and launched an arrow; magic'ed to have the killing curse on it, straight at a deatheater, hitting him square in the chest. The deatheater fell on his back, with an awkward expression and eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Can someone help me! I have seem to misplaced the Greek Myth room!" He yelled at the dueling Roman Legion and Death eaters.

He followed closely as the Roman Legion retreated, mystified with both their armour and incredibly Greek-like attitude. I have lived for thousands of years. Didn't the Romans die off a while ago? He thought to himself confusedly

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Balronus simply grimaced at the Dark Lord's offer.

"I am a soldier of the Roman Legion. When I enlisted, I swore an oath to the emperor. I will not break that oath for some noseless piece of shit with a stick." He spat.

He just barely got his shield up in time to deflect the nasty-looking spell Voldemort fired at him. Around the pair, Death Eaters and Legionnaires began dueling, sword against wand.

"FALL BACK TO THE STAIRCASE!" he roared, stabbing at a random Death Eater while dodging a Killing Curse. The legion began retreating, some units moving into the tortoise formation, others just running for dear life.

Barlonus grabbed Stanley by the shirt and yelled, "What's the safest place for my men?!"

''Well Sir,'' started Stanley, trying not to panic from the ensuing chaos.
''Like I said we have a Roman Exhibition where you should feel right at home in floor number 525,2P0,29R as its full of Roman armors and artillery. Alternatively you could check out J.K Rowling Exhibition in floor number 1321,771,25. You can access any exhibit by inputting their floor number on the teleporation key pad embedded into the wall opposite you, and it will teleport you there.
But if you have teleporphobia, you can also use the elevator. But if you have Claustrophobia then I recommend using the stairs, but if you have Acrophobia, then I suggest using the stairs, though I would warn you, the last person to use the stairs was a baby who died of old age while trying to locate the Infinite Floor. So unless you're immortal, I wouldn't take my chances. Oh, and could you please sign these insurance papers?''

''You're not going anywhere!'' shouted Voldemort before casting another Killing Curse towards Barlonus.

''Uh oh'' said Stanley before ducking down the reception desk to avoid it.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Balronus simply grimaced at the Dark Lord's offer.

"I am a soldier of the Roman Legion. When I enlisted, I swore an oath to the emperor. I will not break that oath for some noseless piece of shit with a stick." He spat.

He just barely got his shield up in time to deflect the nasty-looking spell Voldemort fired at him. Around the pair, Death Eaters and Legionnaires began dueling, sword against wand.

"FALL BACK TO THE STAIRCASE!" he roared, stabbing at a random Death Eater while dodging a Killing Curse. The legion began retreating, some units moving into the tortoise formation, others just running for dear life.

Barlonus grabbed Stanley by the shirt and yelled, "What's the safest place for my men?!"

Leonidus Artmis, a Greek (mage-like) archer rolled into view. He landed on one knee and launched an arrow; magic'ed to have the killing curse on it, straight at a deatheater, hitting him square in the chest. The deatheater fell on his back, with an awkward expression and eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Can someone help me! I have seem to misplaced the Greek Myth room!" He yelled at the dueling Roman Legion and Death eaters.

He followed closely as the Roman Legion retreated, mystified with both their armour and incredibly Greek-like attitude. I have lived for thousands of years. Didn't the Romans die off a while ago? He thought to himself confusedly

''No problem!'' yelled out Stanley while still taking cover from the violence under the desk.

''Our Greek Mythology Exhibit is located in floor number 11-''

His voice got muted over the intense fighting between the Romans and the Death Eaters.

[Rhodevus]

Leonidus Artmis, a Greek (mage-like) archer rolled into view. He landed on one knee and launched an arrow; magic'ed to have the killing curse on it, straight at a deatheater, hitting him square in the chest. The deatheater fell on his back, with an awkward expression and eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Can someone help me! I have seem to misplaced the Greek Myth room!" He yelled at the dueling Roman Legion and Death eaters.

He followed closely as the Roman Legion retreated, mystified with both their armour and incredibly Greek-like attitude. I have lived for thousands of years. Didn't the Romans die off a while ago? He thought to himself confusedly

''No problem!'' yelled out Stanley while still taking cover from the violence under the desk.

''Our Greek Mythology Exhibit is located in floor number 11-''

His voice got muted over the intense fighting between the Romans and the Death Eaters.

Leonidus rushed over to Stanley, an arrow ready for launch from his bow. He watched a Roman push back a death eater using his shield. "That'll be useful." He said to himself. He turned to the man under the desk. "And, is this museum finished yet? I... think it is important to know."

The arrow Leo was carrying, flew straight at a charging death eater, knocking him back, off his feet. "And why all the fighting? Plato always said that magic and soldiers should work together... Voldemort must've not read his Plato..."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Balronus simply grimaced at the Dark Lord's offer.

"I am a soldier of the Roman Legion. When I enlisted, I swore an oath to the emperor. I will not break that oath for some noseless piece of shit with a stick." He spat.

He just barely got his shield up in time to deflect the nasty-looking spell Voldemort fired at him. Around the pair, Death Eaters and Legionnaires began dueling, sword against wand.

"FALL BACK TO THE STAIRCASE!" he roared, stabbing at a random Death Eater while dodging a Killing Curse. The legion began retreating, some units moving into the tortoise formation, others just running for dear life.

Barlonus grabbed Stanley by the shirt and yelled, "What's the safest place for my men?!"

Leonidus Artmis, a Greek (mage-like) archer rolled into view. He landed on one knee and launched an arrow; magic'ed to have the killing curse on it, straight at a deatheater, hitting him square in the chest. The deatheater fell on his back, with an awkward expression and eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Can someone help me! I have seem to misplaced the Greek Myth room!" He yelled at the dueling Roman Legion and Death eaters.

He followed closely as the Roman Legion retreated, mystified with both their armour and incredibly Greek-like attitude. I have lived for thousands of years. Didn't the Romans die off a while ago? He thought to himself confusedly

''Dude, we're gonna get fired for this!'' panicked Oscar Rabbit.

''No we won't, we're the only ones I know willing to work here. Still, these guys should sign the insurance papers paying for any damage incurred.''

Meanwhile a TARDIS materialized into the room from which a man stepped out:



''Dude, is that the Doctor?'' asked Oscar.

''Yeah dude...that's his very first incarnation.''

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''No problem!'' yelled out Stanley while still taking cover from the violence under the desk.

''Our Greek Mythology Exhibit is located in floor number 11-''

His voice got muted over the intense fighting between the Romans and the Death Eaters.

Leonidus rushed over to Stanley, an arrow ready for launch from his bow. He watched a Roman push back a death eater using his shield. "That'll be useful." He said to himself. He turned to the man under the desk. "And, is this museum finished yet? I... think it is important to know."

The arrow Leo was carrying, flew straight at a charging death eater, knocking him back, off his feet. "And why all the fighting? Plato always said that magic and soldiers should work together... Voldemort must've not read his Plato..."

''Actually sir, no one has yet discovered how much is inside this museum, there's a rumor going on about a so called 'Infinite Floor' which is supposed to symbolize both the last part of the museum and how infinitely big it is.''

''You lad,'' said the Doctor approaching Stanley. ''Where can I find the Native American exhibition?''

''Floor number 54'' responded Stanley.

''Much thanks'' he said before locking his tardis to prevent intrusion and heading into the elevator to take him there.

[Hlerop]

Balronus simply grimaced at the Dark Lord's offer.

"I am a soldier of the Roman Legion. When I enlisted, I swore an oath to the emperor. I will not break that oath for some noseless piece of shit with a stick." He spat.

He just barely got his shield up in time to deflect the nasty-looking spell Voldemort fired at him. Around the pair, Death Eaters and Legionnaires began dueling, sword against wand.

"FALL BACK TO THE STAIRCASE!" he roared, stabbing at a random Death Eater while dodging a Killing Curse. The legion began retreating, some units moving into the tortoise formation, others just running for dear life.

Barlonus grabbed Stanley by the shirt and yelled, "What's the safest place for my men?!"

''Well Sir,'' started Stanley, trying not to panic from the ensuing chaos.
''Like I said we have a Roman Exhibition where you should feel right at home in floor number 525,2P0,29R as its full of Roman armors and artillery. Alternatively you could check out J.K Rowling Exhibition in floor number 1321,771,25. You can access any exhibit by inputting their floor number on the teleporation key pad embedded into the wall opposite you, and it will teleport you there.
But if you have teleporphobia, you can also use the elevator. But if you have Claustrophobia then I recommend using the stairs, but if you have Acrophobia, then I suggest using the stairs, though I would warn you, the last person to use the stairs was a baby who died of old age while trying to locate the Infinite Floor. So unless you're immortal, I wouldn't take my chances. Oh, and could you please sign these insurance papers?''

''You're not going anywhere!'' shouted Voldemort before casting another Killing Curse towards Barlonus.

''Uh oh'' said Stanley before ducking down the reception desk to avoid it.

"EVERYBODY! ELEVATOR!"
Barlonus's voice cut through the chaos, starting a mad dash towards the elevator door. Several Legionnaires were cut down by Killing Curses, but any Death Eater who tried to cut them off was quickly rewarded with a good hearty dose of Imperial steel. Ducking Voldemort's Killing Curse, Barlonus grabbed a pilum off the ground and chucked it at the Dark Lord. Without even bothering to see if his projectile hit its mark, he turned to join his men in the elevator. He was a few feet from the open door when a Death Eater materialized in from of him, raising his wand...

"Oh no you don't," Barlonus growled before punching the Death Eater in the face, grabbing him around the neck, and throwing him into the elevator. Curses gouged out holes in the floor as Barlonus finally ran into the elevator, and not a second too soon: immediately after the doors shut, a Killing Curse hit the shiny metal doors right where his head had been.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''Well Sir,'' started Stanley, trying not to panic from the ensuing chaos.
''Like I said we have a Roman Exhibition where you should feel right at home in floor number 525,2P0,29R as its full of Roman armors and artillery. Alternatively you could check out J.K Rowling Exhibition in floor number 1321,771,25. You can access any exhibit by inputting their floor number on the teleporation key pad embedded into the wall opposite you, and it will teleport you there.
But if you have teleporphobia, you can also use the elevator. But if you have Claustrophobia then I recommend using the stairs, but if you have Acrophobia, then I suggest using the stairs, though I would warn you, the last person to use the stairs was a baby who died of old age while trying to locate the Infinite Floor. So unless you're immortal, I wouldn't take my chances. Oh, and could you please sign these insurance papers?''

''You're not going anywhere!'' shouted Voldemort before casting another Killing Curse towards Barlonus.

''Uh oh'' said Stanley before ducking down the reception desk to avoid it.

"EVERYBODY! ELEVATOR!"
Barlonus's voice cut through the chaos, starting a mad dash towards the elevator door. Several Legionnaires were cut down by Killing Curses, but any Death Eater who tried to cut them off was quickly rewarded with a good hearty dose of Imperial steel. Ducking Voldemort's Killing Curse, Barlonus grabbed a pilum off the ground and chucked it at the Dark Lord. Without even bothering to see if his projectile hit its mark, he turned to join his men in the elevator. He was a few feet from the open door when a Death Eater materialized in from of him, raising his wand...

"Oh no you don't," Barlonus growled before punching the Death Eater in the face, grabbing him around the neck, and throwing him into the elevator. Curses gouged out holes in the floor as Barlonus finally ran into the elevator, and not a second too soon: immediately after the doors shut, a Killing Curse hit the shiny metal doors right where his head had been.

''You heard the man!'' shouted Oscar Rabbit as he promptly jumped into the elevator with the Romans, escaping from the Death Eaters.

''No way dude, I'm not abandoning my post,'' said Stanley steadfastly whilst watching the Death Eaters trying to ram the elevator door open with spells.

''Sorry, Security Protocol 7, all metal doors must be magic proof,'' said Stanley. ''You have to wait your turn.''

''NOOOOOOOOOOOO!'' yelled Voldemort. ''I am the Lord of Darkness, I will not wait.''

''Then use the stairs or teleportation key pad.''

''I'll teleport then, which floor are they heading for.''

''Probably the Roman Exhibition in Floor Number 1321,771,25.''

''ONE, THREE, TWO, ONE, SEVEN, SEVEN, ONE, TWO, FIVE'' inputted Lord Voldemort before suddenly he but not his Death Eaters were teleported into the Roman Exhibition.

The Death Eaters just stood in confusion.

''We have a cafe'' said Stanley.

[Arabic Spain]

A huge portal came out of no where (:3) it lead to an unknown place suddenly a little Blue Hedgehog about a size of a 5 year old jumped out of nowhere. It was Sonic from the Video Games. He made his signature jump sound from his first game http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvzcgZL2AHo sort of.Sonic bounced on a few Death Eaters which killed them.The Hedgehog was unable to speak because he was Classic Sonic and not the modern one. He looked around he saw a pale guy and some Romans also something Greek.He didn't know which side to take

"The Heck?",Sonic thought

"Maybe those guys in the funny hats and armor need help",Sonic thought

He dashed towards the elevator without anyone noticing there was a blue Hedgehog in there. "Too easy",as Sonic thought.He saw a few ring monitors and smashed his face(literally) and he tapped his foot waiting if someone would turn the elevator up or down."Come on just choose!",Sonic thought.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

A huge portal came out of no where (:3) it lead to an unknown place suddenly a little Blue Hedgehog about a size of a 5 year old jumped out of nowhere. It was Sonic from the Video Games. He made his signature jump sound from his first game http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvzcgZL2AHo sort of.Sonic bounced on a few Death Eaters which killed them.The Hedgehog was unable to speak because he was Classic Sonic and not the modern one. He looked around he saw a pale guy and some Romans also something Greek.He didn't know which side to take

"The Heck?",Sonic thought

"Maybe those guys in the funny hats and armor need help",Sonic thought

He dashed towards the elevator without anyone noticing there was a blue Hedgehog in there. "Too easy",as Sonic thought.He saw a few ring monitors and smashed his face(literally) and he tapped his foot waiting if someone would turn the elevator up or down."Come on just choose!",Sonic thought.

''Hi, I'm Stanley. How may I-''

Another portal opened, a tear in the fabric of reality.

Joseph Stalin stepped out.

''At least its not Hitler,'' said Stanley with a sigh of relief.

''SONIC!'' shouted Stalin before tearing off his shirt to reveal a very muscular torso and 8 pack abs.
Pulling on a pair of boxing gloves he shouted:

''Бой меня!''

''I think he said...'fight me'..'' translated Stanley.

[Arabic Spain]

A huge portal came out of no where (:3) it lead to an unknown place suddenly a little Blue Hedgehog about a size of a 5 year old jumped out of nowhere. It was Sonic from the Video Games. He made his signature jump sound from his first game http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvzcgZL2AHo sort of.Sonic bounced on a few Death Eaters which killed them.The Hedgehog was unable to speak because he was Classic Sonic and not the modern one. He looked around he saw a pale guy and some Romans also something Greek.He didn't know which side to take

"The Heck?",Sonic thought

"Maybe those guys in the funny hats and armor need help",Sonic thought

He dashed towards the elevator without anyone noticing there was a blue Hedgehog in there. "Too easy",as Sonic thought.He saw a few ring monitors and smashed his face(literally) and he tapped his foot waiting if someone would turn the elevator up or down."Come on just choose!",Sonic thought.

''Hi, I'm Stanley. How may I-''

Another portal opened, a tear in the fabric of reality.

Joseph Stalin stepped out.

''At least its not Hitler,'' said Stanley with a sigh of relief.

''SONIC!'' shouted Stalin before tearing off his shirt to reveal a very muscular torso and 8 pack abs.
Pulling on a pair of boxing gloves he shouted:

''Бой меня!''

''I think he said...'fight me'..'' translated Stanley.

"Soda Popinski? No wait…Robotnik?…no..Oh my god..ITS STALIN THE FREEDOM CRUSHER.",thought Sonic. Sonic later smashed his head on a life monitor and dashed right towards Stalin.Sonic also dodged a few punches from Stalin. "Come on step it up!",thought Sonic. Sonic bounced on Stalin's head in when he curled into a ball.He thought it would kill him like any enemies he saw.Instead Stalin flashed white for 2 seconds.Sonic realized it was a boss battle he was facing.

"Darn it this seems fun",thought Sonic.Sonic realized that he needed to use his acrobatic skills and his flexibility to defeat Stalin.Sonic found a minor shield monitor so he smashed his head on it.These minor shields can only protect him from one hit.Sonic made a grin and started to circle Stalin with his super speed he went 750 mi-1560 mi per hour."Hah! too easy!",thought Sonic.Then he made a spin kick about to hit Stalin's face but Sonic got hit and lost his minor shield."Shoot!",thought Sonic.

[Rhodevus]

Leonidus Artemis, holding his bow in one hand and the other on his hip, watched sonic and stalin fight. "I didn't know Stalin was in such great shape!" Leo said. He laughed watching the little blue hedgehog circle around the

Russian. Leo put his bow on his shoulder and clapped, not even minding the the death eaters and Romans fighting each other in the distance. "I call winner!" Leo said calmly. "I need some real competition, not these useless
wizards.."

[Fraire]

Leonidus Artemis, holding his bow in one hand and the other on his hip, watched sonic and stalin fight. "I didn't know Stalin was in such great shape!" Leo said. He laughed watching the little blue hedgehog circle around the

Russian. Leo put his bow on his shoulder and clapped, not even minding the the death eaters and Romans fighting each other in the distance. "I call winner!" Leo said calmly. "I need some real competition, not these useless
wizards.."

Immediately, a milk carton fell from a tear in the fabric of reality that had opened near the ceiling, and fell to the ground near Lio's feet.


Meanwhile, in Chocolate Milk's evil lair. Chocolate milk was crunching numbers on his mac computer. " ", it said, realizing that milk can't speak. It kept typing on it's laptop. But unbeknownst to Chocolate Milk's grouchy mother, he wasn't being evil at all. He was playing a cool new RP on NS called "Dude, where's my RP." It began typing: Immediately a milk carton fell from a tear in the fabric of......

[Rhodevus]

Leo jumped back, his bow ready to fire at the threat of... a milk carton?
He walked up to it and poked it a few times. "Hello? anyone in there?" He walked around it a few times. he read thee expiry date. "Yup, stil good. And I am getting quite thirsty..."

[Fraire]

Leo jumped back, his bow ready to fire at the threat of... a milk carton?
He walked up to it and poked it a few times. "Hello? anyone in there?" He walked around it a few times. he read thee expiry date. "Yup, stil good. And I am getting quite thirsty..."

Suddenly, there was a loud booming voice. "YOU DARE THREATEN TO DRINK ME?!?!?!?!?", it yelled, enraged.

[Rhodevus]

Leo jumped back, his bow ready to fire at the threat of... a milk carton?
He walked up to it and poked it a few times. "Hello? anyone in there?" He walked around it a few times. he read thee expiry date. "Yup, stil good. And I am getting quite thirsty..."

Suddenly, there was a loud booming voice. "YOU DARE THREATEN TO DRINK ME?!?!?!?!?", it yelled, enraged.

Leo stood up tall, his hands on his hips. "Ya! What are you going to do to stop me? You do not even have arms or legs!"

[Fraire]

Suddenly, there was a loud booming voice. "YOU DARE THREATEN TO DRINK ME?!?!?!?!?", it yelled, enraged.

Leo stood up tall, his hands on his hips. "Ya! What are you going to do to stop me? You do not even have arms or legs!"

"That's wat you think", it yelled. Suddenly, the milk sprouted large, muscular, hairy arms from it's side. They were soaked in milk. "I just happened to be able to do that. I wish I could grow feet though." It was true that this particular milk carton had retractable arms. It was very strange to look at.



Meanwhile, back in Chocolate Milk lair or whatever. "So, Milk Carton is in some place or something called....Exourvare or something/ How do you pronounce that?!"

[Arabic Spain]

Sonic kept shouting "Your way too slow!" Sonic was able to speak certain words.Then Sonic jumped and bounced in ball form on Stalin's Head.He saw a Greek Artemis and a Milk Carton with Milky arms. "What the heck?",thought Sonic.Then Sonic got a massive punch to the face he lost all of his 39 Rings and his face smacked on the Milk Carton. Sonic quickly got discombobulated(frustrated) and succumbed to his rings.Then Sonic slipped on a little pond of Milk.


Sonic fell down he found himself in a middle of a battle between a Greek God and a Milk Carton.He pulled out a letter wrote on it it was a short letter nor did he have to write it well.It was kinda sloppy but it was still readable.So Sonic tried to get out but was stuck so he made a paper airplane out of the letter and sent it to Stalin. Here is what it said..

To:Stalin
From:

I will be back in probably 15 minutes.See you soon.

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[Fraire]

Sonic kept shouting "Your way too slow!" Sonic was able to speak certain words.Then Sonic jumped and bounced in ball form on Stalin's Head.He saw a Greek Artemis and a Milk Carton with Milky arms. "What the heck?",thought Sonic.Then Sonic got a massive punch to the face he lost all of his 39 Rings and his face smacked on the Milk Carton. Sonic quickly got discombobulated(frustrated) and succumbed to his rings.Then Sonic slipped on a little pond of Milk.


Sonic fell down he found himself in a middle of a battle between a Greek God and a Milk Carton.He pulled out a letter wrote on it it was a short letter nor did he have to write it well.It was kinda sloppy but it was still readable.So Sonic tried to get out but was stuck so he made a paper airplane out of the letter and sent it to Stalin. Here is what it said..

To:Stalin
From:(Image)

I will be back in probably 15 minutes.See you soon.

-

(Image)

The milk carton turned around and smacked sonic in the head. "Why would a hedgehog be blue?" it said in what seemed like amazement, except that it seemed like the milk had seen much stranger. Suddenly, all the milk flew into the air and back into the spout of the carton.