The gray parachute descended up the mindless mob below as Rain was dismantling the GGG for spare parts and using them the build what appeared to be a giant mecha of some sort. " Rain !!! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS ??? " Rain looked up and saw VVerevvolf descending from above, and quirked an eyebrow. " What do you mean ? Dismantling these games, building a mecha, or causing mass chaos on a entranced mob ? " " It's not that you're doing it... It's that you're doing it WITHOUT ME !!! " " I don't need you. I have slingshots, I have ammo... " " I brought some guacamole. " The two grinned at each other. " That's why I let you be my lackey, VVolf. " -'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'- Improparty - Episode 27 ( Weird Al's number. Wai ! ) ( coincidence ? I think so. ) They'll have fun, fun, fun 'til the admins take the mecha away. or The separators from HELL ! -'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'-.,_,.-'~`^`~'- In the basement, formerly known as the Secret Lair of the Inquisition's Dominion, or SLID for short, now known as the Rein and Aaron Shattuck Shelter, or RASS for short, Ardweden was forcing Chris into a strange ( well relatively strange ) costume. " No, not that... almost anything but that... " " Chris, it's either that or the headset. " Chris began to sweat profusely, " Ok, alright, I'll put it on." Ardweden giggled evilly as Chris put on the aardvark costume. ,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{_,.-'~`^{ Meanwhile in a forgotten glove compartment, Chippy the gnome stopped banging to be let out, realizing that Aaron Shattuck was out there somewhere and he figured he was much safer inside the glove compartment. \/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/^\/ " It would seem my evil rival has indeed unveiled a great evil plan, I must admit... it is indeed truly evil. That can mean only one thing... We must now devise and evil plan to steal his evil plan and use it to our advantage." Epsilon laughs maniacally as the attic begins to creek from the pressure of the mob outside. " Um, Epsi don't you think that maybe we should get to the first floor ? " ** WHACK ** " Thou Shalt NOT call me Epsi. " .'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.' 600 Billion Years later, The sun goes super-nova and everyone dies. |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~ 600 Billion Years earlier, Chippy resumes beating on the glove compartment as he realizes that the 'mind over bladder' philosophy doesn't work. ~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ VVerevvolf and Rain, having completely dismantled the once-glorious GGG, finished constructing the Mecha and both began climbing in opposites sides of the mecha, which as the gods of conflict would have it was only a one seater. They both bumped heads as they attempted to board then looked at each other sparks flying between their eyes. " I'm piloting the mecha. ! " " No, I'm want the mecha. " " I WANT THE MECHA ! " " I WANT THE MECHA !!!! " * ROAR * * Chomp * They both glance over to see the dragon, now apparently hungry, chomp down on a random victim from the dragon buffet. VVere glanced back at Rain, pointing. " I want the dragon. " " I still want the mecha. " They nodded to each other and parted ways. VVere made his way through the crowd with relative ease, as Shattuck was still running about making sure everyone of them had a 'special' experience with him, and VVere mounted the dragon who's didn't seem to mind as he was still eating. " Now lets cause some chaos ! " cried Rain. " Chaos is my role-play character's first name ! " yelled VVere, then whispered to the Improtaxi. " He's a dragon too." The Improtaxi sweatdropped. Suddenly a UPS truck stopped in front of the Chez Impro and dropped a crate on the front lawn. The delivery guy quickly jumped back into the truck. DeliveryGuy B : " Hey, aren't we supposed to get a signature for that ? " DeliveryGuy A : " I see an entranced mob, a hungry dragon, a large machine of some type, and some guy eating squirrel heads. If you want us to have a signature, YOU go get it. " DeliveryGuy B sweatdropped, then looked at the large water drop over his head. DeliveryGuy B : " You're right this place is weird, let's get out of here. For some reason I have a strange desire to kill someone I don't even know." The UPS truck departs in a cloud of dust leaving the crate on the lawn. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- In the JUMBO JET, Dan, Defina, and Omi where waiting for the plane to reach to required altitude. " How Much longer is it going to be, Fatman ? " " Oh, not too much longer, but I think they might be doing too good a job down there, if the crowd isn't all together it will be a lot harder to dump the duct tape on them... " The radio buzzed and a familiar voice came from over the airways. ~" Hey, Are you guys going to need some more crowd control ? "~ Fatman picked up the radio and said back " Todd ? Is That you ? " ~" Last time I checked. I saw the crowd around Chez Impro on a CNN satellite photo when I was flipping channels and came as soon as I could. "~ " Well we have Aaron Shattuck, Rain, and VVolf down there to confuse the mod but now they're getting too dispersed for us to air-drop the cure. " ~" Whoa ! Thanks for the Shattuck warning I was going to try to land this thing. Hey, I'm going to drop the cat guys, they're still here on board."~ " From the Ragnarok ? Won't they splat on the ground ? " ~" Well cats always land on their feet, so they have a good 50/50 chance. "~ The Ragnarok bay doors opened and the catguys fall out. True to their genes roughly one half of them gracefully landed on their feet whilest the others doth inherited the earth. Dan sighed and leaned against the inside of the plane. 'That is strange, I thought I heard a slight buzzing when I leaned against this wall.' " Oh yeah, by the way, don't hit that flashing red button labeled 'Do Not Push' on the side wall there, that's the anvil release button. " " Uh... Fatman," asked Omi, "Why do you have an 'anvil release' button anyway ? " Fatman stared at her blankly. " ... Doesn't everybody ? " Dan leaned forward and examined the wall which he was leaning against. On the wall was a depressed red button labeled 'Do Not Push'. " Oh good..." said Delfina, " It isn't the flashing one. " -_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_-_=_ The entranced mob wondered around wildly, partly from Aaron Shattuck running amuck and over confusion over where TwoFlower was. In the process, a vehicle was shaken and the glove compartment was opened. The ever-so-glad-to- be-out-of-the-glove-compartment gnome escaped the vehicle and found relief in a near-by tree in the nick of time. Confused by the mob he found a nice to sit down and watch. Unfortunately for the little gnome the seat he choose was the crate that was delivered, which soon burst open to reveal... a man with... Angel wings ? " I'm here. I'm done with girls, like Ardweden, and with guys, like that person who's name I can't remember. I want my sexual dreams fulfilled by angels ! ... And for some strange reason I want to kill someone named TwoFlower. Hmm, I wonder why... " But as luck, or a deranged author with a sense of Irony, would have it, at that exact moment anvils fell on top of him. The gnome saw his good fortune of being tossed off the crate as he fell into someone's hands. " Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you !!! " " Hello Chippy, Where have you been ? " " I... I know that voice. " said the dismayed gnome opening his eyes to the person who had caught him. " oh, no.. NO... NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O ! " Aaron: RASS Aaron Shattuck: Outside causing mayhem Anko: RASS Ardweden: RASS BlackMage: RASS Blade: Somewhere Calculus: RASS - Comfy Chair Chris: RASS ColdFury: RASS Coyote: RASS Damien Roc: RASS Dan: JUMBO JET Delfina: JUMBO JET Epsilon: Somewhere Eslington: Grand Canyon Eternal Lost Lurker: RASS - Lurking Fatman: JUMBO JET H: RASS HottCoffee: RASS Jake: RASS Jesse: RASS Jonatan: RASS Kate Malloy: RASS Katy: RASS Kimberli: RASS Illyria: RASS Lady Chaos: RASS Lawrence: RASS Lusipher: RASS Mark Poa: RASS Myth: RASS NeoVid: RASS Nick: RASS nihility (Eric): RASS Omi no Miko: JUMBO JET Phoebe: RASS Rain: Outside causing mayhem in a mecha. Rags: RASS Random: RASS ravi: RASS Robin: RASS Roe: RASS Squall: RASS Stephica: RASS Steve Scougall: RASS Tameran: RASS Todd: Gone; with the catguys Twoflower: Grand Canyon VVerevvolf: Outside causing mayhem on the Improtaxi Wang Tu Chun RASS W4: Still a missing greasy spot. Oy. Yun Cheolsu: RASS Chippy: Wishing he was in the glove compartment Cousin Pete: Dead - Attic Evil Neighbors From Hell: Next door to Chez Impro (maybe) Hardhead Fred: Dead - Attic The Denizens of San Diego: ALL around Chez Impro Iron Chef Chen Kenichi: Kitchen Jess: Chez Impro Keith Richards: Digesting within Dragon's Stomach Leonardo DiCaprio: the Dead ( Not the Quick ) Dragon: Munching on the mob Mecha Tom Green: Dead and staying that way, we hope. Quistis: Wuffling in the bar Ragnarok: Above Chez Impro with it bay door open Ura: Bar Zombie Elvis: Still Dead - Bar Authorian Notes : This is my first impropart, so it is your right, nay, you DUTY to email me at VVereVVolf@email.com to tell me that my work sucks and you hate me with every fiber of your being. Yes the separators are bad, I will admit that. But now my part will be remembered well, even if that is a bad thing. Hey, I considered doing the return of footnotes, it could be worse. If I made someone do something out of their character, it was intentional and should be taken personally. Ardweden's ex-boyfriend was just thrown in so no one will ask " Whatever happened to him ?". Feel free to leave him dead, unless of course a person with angel wings is on the scavenger hunt list. Chippy I put back in Aaron's hands to help occupy him so he doesn't do things in the crowd to make us lose our "R" rating. ( We've already killed W4 for crying out loud. 'PG-13' ain't in the books. ) Other People to blame : Blame goes to W4 for starting this. Blame all those who pre-read for me: Montae ydodoN Stephica Blame Todd for his idea 'kill everybody.' Blame everyone else who was in chat when I asked for suggestions and didn't give any. Blame Fatman for leaving me where I started from. Blame the next person cause that just that's what I'm used to doing. Blame teachers who assign things due when there are improparts to write.