Attention-Deficit Roleplaying

Faramir, who thoroughly appreciated the wisdom of Barnabas Collins' statement, said, "That's why I love Eowyn, too." However, since the part that said "not her outward looks" had not fully registered in Faramir's mind, Eowyn immediately took Faramir's comment to mean that he was disappointed with her appearance, so she promptly slapped him.
"What!?" Responded a surprised Faramir. "I said that's why I love Eowyn, meaning I love you for the goodness within you, not because you're a hot babe!- Though, personally I find you gorgeous on the outside as well."
Pippin grinned and Merry rolled his eyes as Eowyn immediately appologized for slapping Faramir and reimbursed him with a kiss on the very spot she had slapped him.
 
While the previous wholesome scene was going on between Faramir and Eowyn, in another reality, otherwise known as present day USA, two 30 year old toddlers appointed themselves "filmmakers," not because they had formal training in the arts but because they owned an expensive video camera purchased with their daddy's credit card. After their self-declaration, they decided that their contribution to humanity would be to make movies about other 30 year old toddlers doing things that had never been done before such as mixing drinks, throwing parties, and getting hair cuts. These "funemployed" pseudo artists had no problem meeting overhead expenses and did not care if their movies made no money whatsoever because everything was paid for by their aging baby boomer parents.

Their silly effort only resulted in humanity losing even more hope in the future.


OOC: if the above post has any resemblance to ACTUAL EVENTS , it is totally intentional.
 
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The superhero Bat-Bat collected information on these bratty moviemakers, and released a report on the internet. Bat-Bat published NOTHING that was private and secret about them, only things they had OPENLY done and said. Nonetheless, the moviemakers sued him for "hate speech." But when it came out that Bat-Bat was a mutant fruit-bat, animal-rights campaigners decided it was their duty to SUPPORT him against the frivolous lawsuit.
 
The nearby base of the United Nations Space Command (UNSC) was in crisis because the latrines hadn't been cleaned in a week due to most Space Marines being out on patrol duty on Planet Reach. However, the commander of the base was in luck because on this day, The Pillar of Autumn had just docked at the space port bringing to the base none other than Master Chief himself, who had just been assigned to this command. The CO decided that the Chief's first assignment was to go to the pseudo filmmakers' reality and bring them over here by any means. Everyone knew that a little latrine duty would shape these weenies up in no time, and maybe, just maybe, make men out of them in the process. But not all the officers agreed. Some thought that those guys would probably pass out and die in the first ten minutes because they were not known for having performed any manual labor whatsoever in their lives.
 
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...why HE didn't have his own Space Command. His Vizier explained: "Sire, may you live forever, our miniature universe is hardly big enough to have any PLACE for spaceships to GO if you did have them."
 
The "famous historian" from Monty Python and the Holy Grail showed up and said, "This is a fantasy universe, not science fiction. Therefor, space-age ships capable of light-speed travel, and other forms of scientifically impossible pseudo-scientific nonsense are not allowed here. In fact, YOU are not even supposed to know what a space ship is!" Before the Tisroc could order the detaining of the historian, our hero magically vanished back into the Monty Python universe.
 
King Arthur happened to be visiting Calormen at the time (ask Nymue how he got there), and ever since his visit to Narnia the day before, Arthur kept on ranting about how ridiculous it is that everyone think's his father was named "Uther Pendragon."
"They even think "Guinevere" was cheating on me with you!" Arthur remarked to Lancelot.
Lancelot was puzzled. "Who's Guinevere?"
"Anora, my wife."
Lancelot choked on his water. "What the heck?! I would NEVER stoop so low!"
"I know that, but apparently the English "historians"/fiction writers decided to alter our history to the point of even making me of Roman descent instead of a Scot! So of course they relocated us conveniently to Wales and that pathetic kingdom of Cornwall as opposed to our beloved Camelot within Dalriada."
 
"Who's responsible for this?" Lancelot asked.
"One Jeff Monnet-Mouth."
Merlin chuckled at Arthur's reply. "Sire, I believe you meant Geoffrey of Monmouth."
"Whatever! He can't keep our names straight either!" Arthur sighed.
 
Sir Galahad popped up long enough to remark: "The Normans themselves were accustomed to tolerating marital cheating, so they liked the idea of my Dad there being a homewrecker."
 
"Shall we wage war on the Normans?" Sir Lancelot asked Arthur, who replied, "As much as I'd like to, I believe our attachment to the 6th century would make it impossible for us to return to earth 600 years after our deaths, being that's when the Normans invade Britain."
 
However, Arthur still fancied a rumble with the Normans. "MERLIN!" he yelled. "Go and find someone who is familiar with the concept of time travel, and tell them I want my knights and I transferred to the Norman period. And you're coming too!"
 
"As you wish, sire!" Merlin headed for his quarters where he kept all his magical stuff. In one of his books, he stumbled across a record of a time travelling DeLorean car, and also a train capable of the same thing. He then returned and told Arthur that as soon as they returned to Camelot, he would be able to send a message to the future using his magic, thus ordering a time machine to pick them up.
 
After the knights had gotten back, Merlin had sent his message to the future as he said he would, and a flying time train appeared ready to transport Arthur, his knights, and Merlin to the future! However the train was not piloted by Doc Brown, but by his sons Jules and Verne and their dog Einstein. They all boarded the train happily, and flew to the point in time just a day before the Norman invasion of England.
 
But there must have been something wrong with the train because Arthur and the rest happened to appear at Heathrow Airport's International exit where they ran into the Norman twins, Orville and Rodenbacher, who had just had a 12 hour flight from Fiji and were sick with jet lag.

"Halt there!" Shouted Lancelot, "Are you, Sirs, the Norman invaders? Answer me on pain of death!"

"Well, we are the Normans alright," responded Orville, "but we're no invaders. We're back home for the Olympic games. We live in Rugby."

"We do have pain in our rear ends from 12 hours of sitting, but I don't think we're gonna die from it...sirs..." added Rodenbacher.

"You both speak funny," said Arthur. "And what are these 'Lympic flames' you are speaking of? Sounds like a Greek conspiracy to me."
 
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Just then, another thirteen-year-old girl came riding up on a bicycle, since she didn't have the patience to feed a horse and clean up after it. "Never mind all that Norman Olympic stuff!" she cried out. "This roleplay is all about ME, ME, ME!!!"
 
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