LadyBernkastel

My sincerest apologies. It will get better.

Mages suck ass.

Wouldn't you?

I don't remember the word BANHAMMER ever appearing in this thread.

Um . . . Let me think about it. . . . . . . . . . No. Nuu chapter: [spoiler2]Chapter 3 A large number of SPUFers gathered into the living room to hear Stamda play his banjo. In the far back of the crowd, KillaWaliid and the last Templar were trying to hide a stray cat they found. KillaWaliid scratched his head while Templar tried to hide it with his jacket. “Killa, why are we doing this? Commander will be so mad at us.” KillaWaliid held the cat by its stomach. “Because look at him. We can’t just leave him out in the rain, can we?” “Put it down!” Templar held his jacket up higher to prevent anyone from seeing the cat. “We can’t keep that cat here. What’s keeping us from leaving it outside?” “It’ll get cold eventually.” KillaWaliid set the cat down. Templar lowered his jacket and wrapped the cat in his jacket. “Besides, if LadyBernkastel can stick around, this cat can stay here. If Commander tells us to get rid of Snickerdoodle, I’ll tell him to kick her out too.” “You named the cat Snickerdoodle?” “Doesn’t it just sound so cute?” Killa started poking the cat. “Her name shall be Snickerdoodle, and she shall be the cutest cat in the world.” “Well, let’s get her out of here before someone sees that we’re hiding her. I think if we sneak out now we can take her to our room before anyone sees her. Let’s go.” KillaWaliid and Templar snuck out of the living and dashed for the bedrooms. To the far right of the crowd, Doopliss, Corvette, and LadyBernkastel were listening to Stamda’s music. LadyBernkastel was curled up, half-asleep. Doopliss and Corvette lounged against the wall with their eyes closed. All three of them were startled out of their daze by a loud beep coming from Doopliss. He grabbed a beeper from his pocket. “Damn it. I forgot I had Mann vs Machine tonight. Hey, Bern, can you do me a favor?” “Sure thing, Doop doop. What is it?” “I’m going to be rather busy at dinner. Can you take Verumae’s dinner to him?” LadyBernkastel ears perked up. Her smile became a large grin. “Of course!” “Thanks. I need to go get ready now. I’ll see you guys in a little bit.” Doopliss stood up and left the room. LadyBernkastel and Corvette went back to lounging around. Bern opened one eye and looked at Corvette. “So . . . wanna see me without my cosplay on?” Corvette shot her a confused glance. “I have before. We promised to never speak of it, remember?” “Oh, right.” ------------------- “This is awful.” Medic checked her reading once again to make sure she didn’t read it wrong. “But it looks like it’s true. I – I’m sorry to say, but . . . Cube, you caught the weeaboo.” Idiot Cube sat up in his bed. “But that can’t be true! I’ve never had the weeaboo, nano desu~!” He immediately put his hands over his mouth to stop himself. Buddhazilla walked over to Cube’s bed. “He – He’s going to be okay, right? We can still cure him, can’t we?” Medic walked grabbed her clip board and looked closely at it. “Yes, we can cure him. But it won’t be easy. For starters, we need copious amounts of Red Bull.” She glared at Cube. “Your condition seems to stem from you not having enough Red Bull in your diet.” Idiot Cube hid the bottom of his face under his blankets. “Isn’t Red Bull extremely unhealthy for you though?” Medic slammed her clip board down on the bed. “No! It’s not!” Medic opened the door to the room and looked outside. After determining no one could hear her, she closed the door and walked back to Cube. “That’s what they want you to think. The Man wants you to not drink Red Bull, so that the whole world will become weeaboos, making Japanese occupation of America easier! This whole world will be on its knees all because people didn’t drink their god damn Red Bull!” “Medic, you’re scaring me!” Idiot Cube was now completely obscured by his blanket. Medic readjusted her glasses and picked the clip board back up. “Anyway, the best medicine right now is Red Bull. Buddha, I’ll need you to make sure he finds some Red Bull, got it?” “I’ll do that. Thanks so much for coming, Medic.” “It’s my pleasure. I’d hate to see our mansion be overcome by a Red Bull deficiency.” Medic walked out of the room. Before she closed the door, she took a look a Buddha. “By the way, call me some time.” After she finally walked away, Buddha pondered what she said for a moment. “I don’t get it. I did call her. If I didn’t, how would she have known to come here?” “Maybe she meant . . . Maybe she meant saying Medic is a treatment option, nano desu~” Idiot Cube sighed to gain his focus. He started chanting “Medic . . . Medic . . . Medic . . .” over and over again. ------------------- Bernkastel walked around in the kitchen, waiting for Buddha to finish Verumae’s dinner. “What are you cooking him?” “What? Do you think we cook him something different than we cook the rest of you?” Buddha opened up the oven and took out a cooking platter with baked chicken on it. “He’s having the same thing you ate just a few minutes ago.” “Oh.” Bernkastel walked over to the counter and picked up a book she had set down earlier. “Well, that’s good. I hope he likes it.” “Me too. So make sure you are extra careful with this. I don’t want you shedding all over his chicken.” Buddha put the chicken on a plate and handed it to Bernkastel. “By the way, what’s the book that you’re holding?” “Oh, that book? That’s just one of Doopliss’s spell books. I’m going be a great mage just like him, someday.” Bernkastel took the plate and began walking out of the kitchen. “I’m just going to read it when I’m done with this. Bye~” LadyBernkastel started heading up the stairs that led to Verumae’s room. When she got there, she made sure to stand two steps below the door as to not intrude on Verumae’s level. Verumae opened the door. “They asked the cat to bring me food? Where’s Doopliss?” “He was busy, so I’m here now. Here’s your food, nya~!” “What’s a nya?” “Ancient feline language, nya~!” Bernkastel handed Verumae the plate. As Verumae took the food into his room, Bernkastel start frantically flipping through her book. She found the page she was looking for and held her hand in the air. Verumae walked back to Bernkastel. “By the way, I was going to ask you to . . . what are you doing?” “Kuro~n!” A ball of light appeared in Bernkastel’s hand. She threw it at Verumae. Verumae began to sparkle, and then began to glow. He fell at the ground gasping for breath. “What the hell did you do to me?!” He began to glow more brightly, and then he split off into two Verumaes. And then three. And then four. When the spell finally stopped working, fifty Verumae’s were crammed into the room. Bernkastel immediately slammed the door shut and dashed back down to the dining room. [/spoiler2]

Because that's what we have right now. It would fall under leave it be.

I'm starting to get the feeling Unromantic XYTWO doesn't like my fanfics.

Thanks for contributing to this thread.

Now that I have some actual plot ideas, let's see where the story takes us. Also, I hope the great Verumae approves of how I portray him in this story. Nuu chapter: [spoiler2]Chapter 3 Buddhazilla and Idiot Cube worked diligently to prepare today’s lunch. They hurried back and forth, grabbing ingredients for a pizza, checking on that which was already in the oven, and preparing the food the was done to be delivered to the mansion occupants. After they finished cooking the food, they set it on a platter to be picked up by Designator and Stamda. They then took it to the three tables, where everyone gathered in the same spots as they did earlier that morning. Idiot Cube and Buddhazilla continued cooking food. They worked as quickly as they knew how. “Cube, I need some pepperoni. Do we not have any left in the box?” Idiot Cube checked the box where they had been storing pepperoni earlier. “No, it doesn’t look like it. Do we have it stored anywhere else?” “Yeah, check the cabinet just to the right of the oven. There should be a container with some pepperoni in there.” Idiot Cube opened the cabinet and started looking through it. He pushed some pots and pans to the side and found the container of pepperoni sitting in the very back. “Here it is.” “Good. Thank you.” Buddha continued preparing the pizza to be baked. Idiot Cube looked at Buddha preparing the pizza. He nervously looked at the ground and tried to think of what he wanted to say. “Um . . . Buddha . . .” He tried to force himself to say it, but the words weren’t coming to him. After another moment of waiting, he finally blurted it out. “Am I kawaii?” Buddha completely froze. He turned to Idiot Cube with a concerned face. “Cube, what did you just say?” “I want you to tell me if I’m kawaii!” “Oh god!” Buddha rested his hands on Idiot Cube’s shoulders. “Dude, you need to go lay down now. I’m not a doctor, but it sounds to like . . . like you’ve caught the weeaboo!” Idiot Cube lurched back in fear. “No!” He stood with his back against the wall. He breathing grew heavier. “I – I don’t want to catch the weeaboo, Buddha!” “There may still be time. Go lay down. I’ll finish the lunch for today and I’ll find someone to fill in for you tonight.” Buddha took the apron off of Idiot Cube and set it on a nearby counter. “And whatever you do, don’t talk to any weeaboos. It’ll only accelerate the process. They were able to handle it, but you will most likely be killed if this continues.” Idiot Cube trembled as he slowly walked towards the door. “Buddha, you aren’t going to let the weeaboo destroy me, are you?” “Of course not.” Buddha smiled and continued working on the pizzas. “Once lunch is over, I’m going to start making the cure for weeabooism. You’ll be just fine by tomorrow. Trust me.” “Thank you, so much, Buddha-senpai . . . Ach! I’m leaving now!” Idiot Cube dashed out of the kitchen. -------------------- Verumae sat on his bed playing DOTA 2 on his laptop. “Damn it!” He stood up and clutched his head in anger. “Why do these terribads even bother playing?” He leaned down and activated the push-to-talk button. “Get on my level, scrubs!” Suddenly, someone started knocking on Verumae’s door. He hopped off the bed and walked over to the door. “Finally, it’s about time those slow-asses brought me some food.” He opened the door and saw Huff standing there with a plate of pizza in his hands. “I’ve brought you your lunch, Verumae.” “It’s about time.” Verumae grabbed the plate and sat it on a table near his bed. “I was starting to think you slow-asses forgot about me. I see you remembered to stand two steps below my level though. I think that deserves kudos.” Verumae started slow clapping. Huff cleared his throat. “You know, Verumae, a lot of the rest of us don’t really know that much about you, since you stay up here so much. Why don’t you let me in and we can chat?” “No!” Verumae tried to block the door to his room with his arms. “No one gets into my room! This is my level, and you all will stay down!” “. . . Fine. Doopliss will be up here tonight to bring you dinner.” Huff walked back down the stairs. Verumae slammed the door, and walked back to his pizza. “Why should I bother getting to know those losers? A collection of nerds, weeaboos, manchildren and the like.” He took a bite of the pizza and sat down on his bed. “They even have the nerve to serve me this plebian food!” Verumae walked over to his window, overlooking the SPUD mansion. “Look at them. They have a much better mansion than us. It doesn’t have nearly as many issues as ours.” Verumae set his hand on the window. “Maybe I can convince Tim Timsen to attack this mansion again and get us a mansion like theirs.” Verumae finished off the piece of pizza. He walked over to a small fridge next to the table and grabbed a Red Bull. “And you know, I deserve better than this? Why aren’t any of the SPUFers my personal butler? It’s like I’m the only person around here who can wait on me. The next person who comes up here to hand me my food, I’m going to commission him to be my new butler.” ------------------- Razputin and Façade stared intently at the SPUD Mansion directly across the road. “Those bastards are lucky.” Razputin kept his eyes on a pair of binoculars, allowing him to see directly into the windows of the mansion. “Those bastards got the support of the government. They were practically given this mansion, and we had to pay for this with every penny we had. Why didn’t we just move in with them?” Façade took a step back and started smoking a cigarette. “Because those of the SPUD Mansion have far lower intellect than us. Their reliance on the government for a mansion proves they wouldn’t be able to get their own mansion.” “Maybe.” Razputin continued looking through the binoculars. He scanned over one of the windows and noticed something. “Oh god. It looks like they’re making preparations. Possibly war preparations.” “What? Let me see!” Façade pushed Razputin out of the way. He looked at the window and saw the same thing Razputin saw. High ranking members of SPUD were gathered together around a map, but he saw someone else there that worried him even more. “It’s . . . it’s Aabicus!” “Aabicus? What’s he doing there?” “He’s betraying us, that’s what.” Façade left the binoculars. “I’m going to go talk to Bynary. We need to plan for when SPUD Mansion tries to attack us. They aren’t going to last long.” [/spoiler2]

I'm in too. Played TF2 with a controller for the first time since I last played the Xbox version. (Years ago.) I'm surprised that they finally got controller support for TF2 working. Now if only I knew why I couldn't access the Steam community the whole time.

Good to know.

That's what you say.

asjh has a one-sided attraction to sst. Barfel and asdws both have one-sided attaction to nope. No, it's not accurate. I never said the shipping in this story would be accurate.

You already know who I'm shipping you with.

I didn't like horror either before watching Higurashi.

Just for that comment, I'll ship aaby with not you. Because I'm a very nice person. You're welcome.

Higurashi no Naku Koro ni.

Everyone is in the mansion. Everyone will get screen time.

Old posts, as in three hours ago?

I didn't, but Binar.y and Commande.r show up fine.

Testing: [spoiler2]11000100110100101101110011000010111001001111001 Rammire technocrat[/spoiler2] Edit: Interesting. Does the Drawing Board have different word filter rules than the rest of the forum?

So, is the world filter case sensitive?

I'm starting to think IPB doesn't support options.

Okay, keeping up with all the things you people are canonically able to do is going to be hard.

So I'm trying to make my chapters not be so short with little substance. I started reading a little bit of the stories that inspired me to get into writing again. It helps a little. Hopefully by the time this ends, my chapters won't be so short with almost nothing but dialogue. Anyway, nuu chapter. [spoiler2]Chapter 2 Rynjin and Stackbabbin' Bumscags sat across from each other at the table. They waited impatiently for the others to show up. "Why does it seem like we're the only people that enjoy playing these games anymore?" Bumscags started setting up the board for Pandemic. "You should start offering a cash reward if the players win. That will get them to join." "As if any of you deserve my hard earned cash." As Bumscags began shuffling the cards, Doopliss joined the table. "Sorry I'm late. I had some set up to do in my room this morning." Rynjin reached into a cooler at the side of the table and set it on the table. "Set up? Are you guys doing something special?" "We are but . . ." Doopliss looked out the door as if he were expecting to hear someone eavesdropping on him. "I probably shouldn't tell you. Corv and Bern don't think anyone else should hear about it." "Come on, Doop, you can tell us." Rynjin picked up the beer and held it just out of Doopliss's reach. "I'll let you have this beer if you tell us." "Ryn, I'm not falling for that." Doopliss took his class card and got ready to play. "We're not five anymore." "Well you're no fun." Rynjin set the beer back down beside Doopliss. Idiot Cube joined them and set some cubes down on the table. "Uh . . . why did you bring these cubes?" "I'm glad you asked. Watch this." Idiot Cube tapped the top of one of the cubes. It immediately sprouted arms and legs and started dancing around. It then sprouted a birthday hat with the word "unbirthday" on it. "I made these cubes for our unbirthday! There's one for each of you." Idiot Cube reached into the bag slung over his shoulder and took out a plate wrapped in tin foil. He took off the tin foil, revealing the most scrumptuous cookies any SPUFer had ever laid eyes on. "Thank you very much, Cube." All three of them spoke nearly in unison. They all took a cookie and started eating them. "Enjoy those, guys." Idiot Cube had the biggest grin on his face. He set his bag down beside the table. "Now, let's start this. What classes are you guys again?" Bumscags grabbed his notebook and started writing down some notes. "Doopliss is a generalist. Rynjin is a field operative. Rammire still hasn't shown up yet. While we wait for him, what will you choose, Idiot Cube?" "Um . . ." Idiots Cubes eyes moved back and forth as though he were reading the cards in his head. "I want to be a medic." "Alright." Bumscags took note. "Now, we just need to wait for Rammire to get here." Bynary passed by the room they were playing in. After seeing the four sitting there, he remembered that he had to deliver them a message. "Oh, guys, Rammire won't be able to make it tonight. He has important god duties that need to be finished now. He promised he'd be able to meet you guys tomorrow though." Bumscags closed his notebook and started putting the game away. "At this point, I've come to expect it. Thanks, Bynary." He finished putting the game back in its box and started to leave. "Lets meet again tomorrow at the same time then. See you gentlemanns tomorrow." Rynjin, Doopliss, and Idiot Cube waved goodbye. After Bumscags was gone, Rynjin and Doopliss went back to eating Idiot Cube's cookies. "How do you make these?!" Rynjin looked intently at one of the cookies. "I must know!" "A lot of love." After all the cookies were gone, Idiot Cube put the tin foil back on the plate and put the plate back in his bag. "Lots of love and lots of the butchered remains of Cub --" "What did you say?" Doopliss didn't seem to hear what he said. "Just lots of love." Idiot Cube had the most innocent smile on his face. ------------------ Bernkastel laid curled up on her bed. She lightly batted the air with her hand. The door slammed open, causing Bernkastel to perk up her ears and open her right eye. She saw Corvette and Doopliss returning with bags full of markers. "Corvette! Doopliss!" Bernkastel jumped to her feet and dashed at them, hugging them both as tightly as she could. "Hey, Bernk!" Corvette put an arm around her, before walking to his bed and setting down the bag of markers. Doopliss hugged Bernkastel back as well. "Sorry we took so long. We had trouble finding the room that Bynary keeps the markers in." Bernkastel grabbed a black marker and ran over to the poster. She began writing down the names of every SPUFer in the mansion. "Did I forget anyone?" Corvette took a long look over the list. He used his own black marker to write in the name of one more person. "Yes, XYTWO." "Oh, right. My mistaske, nya~" Doopliss sighed and rested his hand on Bernkastel's shoulder. "Bern, do you remember what we talked about regarding ending your sentences with 'nya~'?" Bernkastel thought for a second. Her ears perked up as the wheels started turning in her head. "Don't end your sentences with 'nya~' because the non-weeaboos think it's weird." Bernkastel's ears drooped down. She had a nervous smile on her face. "S-sorry." "Hey, guys, who should we ship Rynjin with?" Corvette stared at Rynjin's name, trying to make a connection between him and the other SPUFers. Bernkastel grabbed a red marker and started drawing a line. "Oh, Rynjin so has a thing for Idiot Cube!" "Do you guys not like Huff's shipping chart or something?" Doopliss picked up a purple marker and looked at the names. "Of course not." Bernkastel drew another red line from Silent to Razputin. "Huff's chart is based on that, oh what do they call it, ham steak?" She drew a third red line from Huff to Nitzan. "I'm not even in it." "Probably because he doesn't think it's acceptable to ship people with a cat." "Says the guy who runs around wearing nothing but a bedsheet and a party hat." Corvette put his hands over both of their mouths. "Guys. No bickering right now. Shipping." Bernkastel and Doopliss nodded back at him and focused their attention back on the shipping chart. Doopliss started to draw something until he noticed something odd about Verumae's name. "Corvette, why did you circle Verumae's name in green?" "A green circle around someone's name means narcisist. The only person who Verumae can be shipped with is Verumae." Bernkastel ran to the other end of the room. He started looking through the books on Doopliss's bookshelf. He picked up a book about using magic for cloning. "Doopliss, we should clone Verumae so that he can have someone to love." "I'll think about it." Doopliss didn't turn his attention away from the shipping chart. "By the way, what should we list the three of us as, Corv?" Bernkastel jumped back over to them and rest her head on Corvette's shoulder. "Yeah, Corv! What lines should we draw for us?" "Isn't it obvious?" Corvette grabbed a blue marker and drew lines connecting all three of them together. "We're the three amigos!" Both Bernkastel and Doopliss had depressed looks on their faces. "Oh. Yeah, you're right." They both said this as if they knew the other was about to say it too. Suddenly an alarm sounded. It was the familiar alarm of a group meeting. Everyone had to meet in the big living room on the bottom floor. "You guys go ahead to the meeting. I need to finish up a couple of things. I'll meet you there. Save me a seat." "Will do." Bernkastel and Doopliss walked out the door and headed for the meeting. Once they were gone, Corvette walked over to the door and locked it. He grabbed the red marker and pointed it towards his on name. He looked at the name he planned to draw the line to, but he hesistated. After a moment of waiting, he snapped the cap back on the marker and set the marker away. "Not today, but some day, 3fort, you'll be mine . . ." ------------------- The entirety of the mansion gathered in the giant living room. To their front was a large stage with three chairs. Bynary and Rammire were sitting in the chairs to the left and right of the stage, while Commander stood in front behind a podium, reading off of an attendance sheet. He had almost finished checking the attendance, but it seemed that one person was still missing. "Verumae . . . Verumae . . . does someone know if Verumae is here?" "Commander," Rammire called from behind him. "We spoke to Verumae earlier. He says that he refuses to come down from his level." "Well, fine. If he's going to miss this information, then so be it." Commander pounded his fist on the podium. "Alright, everyone, listen up. This mansion is going to be going through some changes here in the next few days. We're upgrading to a more useful and efficient mansion. Don't worry, you aren't being kicked out. The changes will happen around you as the days go by. You may not even notice they're there." From the crowd, Razputin shouted out. "If we won't even notice they're there, then why are we changing it?" "Well, trust me, it will make our mansion much more efficient. I mean, we have to get a leg up on the SPUD Mansion, right?" Dr. Evil Brain was the next one to protest. "We all chipped in to buy this stupid mansion, shouldn't we put it to a vote instead of letting you three make all the decisions." "What do you think this is, a democracy?" Bernkastel stood up in her chair. "Right, this is a monarchy! Bow before me, scrublords!" Commander pounded his fist on the podium again. "If you all don't shut the hell up right now, I'll banish all of you five ever!" The whole room became quiet. Commander waited to see if anyone dared to peep after that. He cleared his through and began speaking again. "In conclusion, if you see changes to the mansion over the next few days, do not be alarmed. Now, Buddha and Idiot Cube should almost be done making lunch. Everyone report to the dining hall."[/spoiler2]