This RP is only for Tinker and I and it involves lots and lots of sex if you post in this and you're not Tinker, you are a big fat dong

Ashley woke up one morning, groggy, the lingering smell of charred incense wafting into her nostrils from a previous night's attempt at revitalizing an interest in smelling burning smelly things. She tried to open her eyes, but found them almost wielded shut, finding what little of the darkened room's light to be too much for them to handle. With what she could see of the clock's blurry blue light in the distance with her half-open eyes, it was blank o' blank in the morning. Ashley dragged her body onto the floor, crawling towards the computer. Her hair a mess, her body tired and limp. The pajamas could be removed later. A shower could be taken later. But who knows what could be going on on CR.

She slowly brought her eyelids open and brought her palms to the keyboard, in a rigid stance. Instinctively, she opened firefox and typed in the URL, seconds passing, and beforelong placed her right hand on the computer's mouse. She was here.

"Let's see what's going on today," the words were mumbled, crusty and half-awake, "dumb post by Gerkuman, there's my buddy Tinker doing something silly, sardonic attitude by Awesomeguy Hatman, a bunch of nothing, no new Global Studios topics..."

She paused at the board index. There was nothing new. Even since last night, the only topics that have been made or new posts were to be found elsewhere, in the Phoenix Wright-related sections that the girl dare not venture into. "Maybe later," she uttered quietly, "besides it's not like this is the only place I go to. I have a full day ahead of me."

She stripped, admiring her body in the mirror for a second or two before assuming shower position, covering herself in massive amounts of water and shampoo and foamy things and duck toys. Singing was had and naked frolicking was assumed post-shower, drying off and planning her day. The house, two stories too large, was empty. Her father was on a four-night trip to whoknows and every sound bounced off the walls as a constant reminder of her loneliness. A depressing sight. It bothered her to stay her.

"I have so many things to do. I mean, it's not like I just... go online and then stare at message boards all day. I have a life. I had friends once. I know how to drive a motor vehicle. The sky is the limit! The sky is... the limit!" She thrust her closed, balled fist into the hair, tightened with determination and pride.

She straddled her vespa, strapped the helmet to its proper location (it goes on the head), and zoomed off into the distance.

Before hitting a Starbucks and running inside, quickly smashing her laptop onto the nearest table, plugging in the power cord, and frantically clicking the button that connected the internet to the free wi-fi. Success!

Ashley brought her palms to the keyboard, in a rigid stance. Instinctively, she opened firefox and typed in the URL, seconds passing, and placed her right hand on the laptop's touch pad. She was here at Court Records. "Let's see what's going on today," the words were mumbled, crusty and half-awake, "dumb post by Gerkuman, there's my buddy Tinker doing something silly, sardonic attitude by Awesomeguy Hatman, a bunch of nothing, no new Global Studios topics..."

She paused at the board index. There was nothing new. Even since this morning, the only topics that have been made or new posts were to be found elsewhere, in the Phoenix Wright-related sections that the girl dare not venture into. "Maybe later," she uttered quietly, "besides it's not like this is the only place I go to. I have a full day ahead of me."

And then a mountain of penises fell from the sky

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Elias sat down at his computer; as he does every day.

He decided to check on the Doomsday RP but was stopped by the arrival of the newest RP.

With a laugh he opened the new RP, reading the many exploits of Ashley and her nakedness.

He finished reading and got weird looks from his roommates as he laughed at the penis joke.

He decided to post on the RP, making himself forever part of Holy Hell's insanity.

Seconds later he morphed into a Dong

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Adam was stuck at a computer at college as per usual, with an assignment that soon needed handing in. Naturally, he left the assignment to post in CR. To his annoyance, he noticed that Holy Hell had made an RP. "Oh joy" he thought. "She's at it again". So he decided to humour Holy Hell by posting in this RP, and commenting on his every move whilst posting.

He also noticed that someone in the room smells of sweat.

Oh wait, that's me...

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Rudolph van der Onderbroeckenzaal woke up in the perfect bit of morning, the bit where you feel relaxed, but aren't too late to make a great day out of it. He greeted the sun, like every morning, and blessed himself for his great life, tons of friends, and awesome family. Jumping out of bed, he had already done his hair right and brushed his teeth, and now walked to the shower to take a refreshing wash, like every normal and awesome person should. As true men sleep naked, he happily hopped in the shower without the need to take off those constricting cottons, turned the water knob, and let the ice cold, glorious and vitalizing morning dew spray over his rippling muscles. He whistled, and the birds outside sang with him the song of another glorious day in the glorious country of Denmark. As he stepped out of the shower, drying every well-toned inch of his body (this is quite a few inches), he smelled the morning air, and smiled. The smell of freedom had wafted into his nose.

Riding his bike to his work, passing windmills, weed shops and tulip fields, he stopped many a time to greet a good friend. He also stopped many a time to greet many a stranger, and instantly become friends. Charisma, a good body and a happy attitude towards life inspires people, and they will like you when you like them (hence Rudolph's agenda was full of dames who wanted a piece of him, especially a piece slightly lower than the belly button, between the thighs, long and erect and long and A PENIS OBVIOUSLY SHEESH). As he arrived at the pastry factory, where he was CEO, raking in trillions of billions but never forgetting to reward his employees royally, he quickly dived in the closet with a secretary. The day, Rudolph thought, has started.

Handling international orders for hundreds of parties for the likes of Barack Obama, Gandhi, Genghis Khan and Alexander the Great, he stretched himself in his chair, almost ripping his shirt vertically. Ah, he thought, I'm really done for the day. But wait! Seeing as I'm behind the computer anyway, I could as well entertain myself for five minutes or so, before my well-trained abs start cringing at the very sight.

So he did. Happily accepting thousand of MySpace friend requests, quickly mailing damsels in distress with perfect solutions to their problems, he suddenly remembered that he was a moderator on a very pink and slightly embarrassing board as well. Thinking that "a job is a job", he quickly clicked, and opened his PM box for a familiar sight.



She still can't resist me, Rudolph sighed. Oh well, some time she will learn that she needs to have a more positive attitude towards life before she'll have her all-included flight in my private jet to here. Let's hope it's soon, though, as he thought of the possibilities. Denmark has wonderful sights, especially very, very close up.

Playing the keyboard like an expert pianist, he quickly locked bastard threads that were made by scum of the lowest degree, banned those with one rigid motion and grim look on his face, after sending a stern letter to their parents about their son/daughter's behaviour. People, he thought out loud, if you don't want me to reveal that you're over at the hentai thread all the time to your old folks, you better start behaving.

He felt his muscles detereorating already. He clicked shut his high-end self-paid laptop, kissed his secretary goodbye ("kissed") and went out of his office whistling. Ahhh, what a day. And there's so much left to do!

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I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I looked with a grimace at the questionable meal Holy Hell had placed in front of me. Of course I would never tell her how disgusted I was with her cooking but somehow, I think she knew. Holy Hell had always been full of energy and life but lately I had begun to grow more aware of her ageing. The bright, exuberant eyes that I had fallen in love with were now beginning to grow dull and listless with the long fatigue of a weary life.

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((This image is made of so much win.))

((As is this reference))

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I awoke several hours later in a daze.

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((And the win continues))

Adam sat at the college computer, pretending to do work and listening to Bad Religion as he always does. He went to CR, as he had nothing better to do (when has he ever?) to see that somehow, Holy Hell's silly RP was still afloat. He took some consolidation in the creepy amount of PMs that HH had sent Tinker, knowing he was not the only one recieving several PMs from one person. ((DefenceLawer, don't take that the wrong way. It's just a joke.))

He preceded to make yet another tasteless dick joke on The Edgey Fanbase. He then plotted how to further stall the handing in of his college assignment.

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Yesterday was the most traumatic experience of Hahex's life.
Checking up on his RP ((click the sig people)) he proceeded to reply to Wulfy's post.
Just when he clicked send, an error popped up saying, "you are a faceless retard who deserves to fry in hell. As a result, I am not going to let you post."
Thinking it was just his computer playing tricks on him, he turned off the power.

The next day, his computer was working completely fine. Going back to his RP, Hahex noticed a new RP started by Holy Hell. He didn't really like Holy Hell because her avatar scared the crap out of him. She also seemed to be in love with Tinker. ((no offence, guys. Just a little joke)) Hahex decided not to post in it because if he did, he would turn into a big fat dong.

Unfortunately for Hahex, his computer, angry at being turned off yesterday without a chance to save it's settings, recorded everything Hahex did that day and posted it on this thread. As Hahex went on another thread, he felt a strange sensation.
The next second, he turned iinto a dong.

((NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T POST HERE! YOU'LL TURN INTO A DONG!))

Screamed Catgrenade from his keyboard, as he turned into a dong.

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Figaro wants to be a Dong. He posts the Magic words, Abra Kadabra, and morphs into a giant Dong.

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Holy raised an eyebrow. She took a screenshot of her inbox, and pasted it into the RP thread.



If Lind L Tailor's logic and implications could be believed, then Croik and Tinker are also madly in love with her (although mostly Tinker, since he is the only one who ever sends the girl PMs). Coooool.

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((Don't take it too seriously, it was just a joke. I think I stated as such, although I think I may not have made it clear that I wasn't trying to offend you either.))


((how much do you all want to bet that those messagfes from Tinker are replies to ones Holy Hell sent?))

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((Quite a reasonable sum. Exept I don't have a paypal account so you can't get MY money!

((I think ya' misquoted thar...))

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((QUIT SPEAKING SO QUIETLY!!!!!!!))




thank you.

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As it has been made clear to him by many people before, Percei is already a dong. So he heeded no warnings and of course posted in the thread. Knowing he likely wouldn't be welcome. As he laughed at his post in the third person, he wondered what it would be like to speak in the third person for a short while...

After annoying his freinds and family, Percei came back to type in the third person some more and then sat at his desk, taking a picture with his laptop camera of him looking OMINOUS, and then deleted it because it really wasn't that ominous looking.

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