Hiya!
THE STORY OF CHAOS THEORY (Written by TheLegatus):
“As i wander around the forst in the dark, seeing nothing but the silvery reflection of the moon. I happen upon a wild Inthenameoffight. Who forces himself upon me violently, only to be torn off and cast aside by a sorka.
Sokaru: . . . .
Bloodbasket: Hah.
Missybeautimus: … Whut…
Sokaru: Can you cut me out of that story?
Missybeautimus: XD!
Bloodbasket: I need some popcorn if this is to continue.
Missybeautimus: Legatus, /I/ will come to your rescue! :D
Sokaru: Missy, you’re “I”.
Sokaru: I’m pretty sure.
Missybeautimus: … Oh.
*While, no one comes to my rescue. I find yourself alone, being taken advantage of by Sorka, and Inthenameoffight. You holler out for the valiant Legatus who is too old and weary to come to your rescue."
Sokaru: I find yourself.
Sokaru: Brilliant.
Missybeautimus: XD
Sokaru: Just brilliant.
“But what’s this! A Spry Krav Maga wielding jew named Jmhoffer springs from the darkness. Casting aside the Sorka, and Inthenameoffight. He saves the day.
Missybeautimus: Nananananananana-nananananananana BAT MISSYYYY!
Missybeautimus: Stalks around in a cape T.T
Missybeautimus: Tackles Legatus
TheLegatus: :O
Missybeautimus: Runs away
Missybeautimus: Hides in secret hideout (box)
“Many years after the attack in the wood. We find ourselves again with missy, Having been trained in the ways of Krav Maga by Jmhoffer. She now stalks around in the night GLomping anyone who stands in her way.”“Missy continues glomping people, just glomping here, glomping there. Until she runs into Guswut, standing besides his demonhunting companion/fiance Gabriele. They decide to party up. And hunt the trolls coming into chaos theory.”"This works superiorly. Until one day a mistake is made, and missy gives a troll a cookie. And induna is born. Our furry handed friend leers about and pokes in random furry quotes.
Sokaru: WHY MISSY.
Sokaru: WHY MUST YOU DO THESE THINGS.
“Until HikariStarshine arrives, and lays down the Law of Chaos theory. And gives Induna a 10 hour silence. And peace and prosperity return to chaos theory.”
“It’de been a long time since the moon lit forest, but still the image burned in her mind. The Silvery light reflecting off the water of the pond, and shining on the large oak trees. Missy now stands a woman. Thoroughly trained in the ways of marrtial arts by her dilligent if not arrogant master jmhoffer. She now is a force to be reckoned with! Knowing how to poke in all the right spots to get what she wants.
Sokaru: . . . .
TheLegatus: Don’t pervert that sokaru
TheLegatus: >_>
Sokaru: How?
Sokaru: How do I not?
TheLegatus: Just don’t
General:
Well, I like music… I’m also hoping to land a job in the marine biology buisness when I grow up. (I likes FISHIES!) I’m a videogame fanatic, and usually just watch other people play… unless it’s an EXTREAMLY AWESOME game like Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Fable, Bioshock, etc. I also like books with a lot of adventure.
Games:
Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Starfox series, Ledgend of Zelda series, Fable 2, Bioshock, Metriod, Mario, a lot of stuff like that. I was BORN to be a gamer! :D
Ya’ ready for part TWO?!
I didn’t think so. You’d best leave now, because this next part holds no meaning whatsoever (Like everything else I do. T_T ).
Okai, I didn’t want to just say “This is what I like and all that jazz.” I wanted to say something more, because I want you to feel like you know me. (Yeah, that sounds weird. But, whatever.)
My buddies I hold very close, but sometimes we have an EPIC BATTLE just for funnzies. Like that one with Thenson199… Heh, that was epic. But we still haven’t gotten the blood stains out of the walls/floor/couches. Oh, and I also made an appearance for Chaos Theory, since that is my home room. (Other people helped, too. I didn’t do it by myself. BRGBLAKEG, Selieno, OmegaWolfPack, Thenson199, Blade [I forgot the rest of his username. >.> ])
Here it goes:
To start, the walls, floor, and ceiling are white (we’re all insane here, you see), except for the bloodstains or fresh-running blood. This room contains eighteen corners, nine couches (one spontaneously combusted), and sixty-five shadows. There’s a large pool, and three trees.
One tree (the tree that I grew) is white, with paper-thin bark that has a slight white aura. Another tree has leaves that seem as if they’re stuck in autumn, and coarse brown bark. Another tree (the owner is BRGBLAKEG) is just your normal, average, brown-barked, green-leaved tree. The last one has a tree house, owned by OmegaWolfPack, more commonly known as Omega. One more tree is owned by SpippyTheInsane. It’s a short tree with very dark brown bark and dark green leaves that have a red tint on the edges. It’s covered in red, translucent flame, and its leaves look fluffy. :D Daarkon (Garrett) also owns a tree. It’s dead and bears rock fruit… Nothing much else… Also, it has a profile: Rocky_the_tree.
The room is lighted by florescent lights, and the sign on the door says, “NOTICE: Do not feed the trolls”. Also, the room is built in a skyscraper. Everything here usually and very conveniently pops up when needed/wanted. Also, for some reason, guns don’t work here. However, you can throw the bullets at people, and water guns work. And right above the ceiling is a sky demon ready to eat us all.
So, this is what you’re walking into when you enter Chaos Theory. Careful, you might get eaten. (Maybe by vv2legit2quitvv… She eats everything, but she never gets fat. >.> )
Alright, another thing that you should know about me is that I’m a random goofnut. Like for instance: “AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA! CORN ON THE BOMB MAKE A ’SPLODE!!!” or something like that. I love cookies, and I will not hesitate to glomp you and give you one. And for those that somehow don’t know what a glomp is, glomp: a mix between a tackle and a hug, with usually more hug.
Also, I’m the Cheshire Bird Cutesy Q-ueen of the Grammar Nazis, friend of the Vapor Ninjas.
I have ADD, so I will usually forget what we were/are talking about in five minutes. And for some reason, I liven up the chat when I enter it. Shrug Not bragging or anything, just stating the troof. And by the way, the cake is NOT a lie. Pie is win, especially rhubarb, but the cake is aweshum, too.
Now for a list of my friends, I guess:
Selieno (Nicholas)
arya208 (Megan)
Bloodbasket (Dustin)
BRGBLAKEG (BLAKE)
Simply_Gabriele (Gab)
jessnmom55 (Jesse)
Thenson199 (Thenson)
vv2legit2quitvv (Legit)
UnknownEssence (Essence)
SinjunTheInjun (Sinjun)
Now, don’t be offended if you weren’t on this list. Either I forgot because you haven’t been online for so long, or I just don’t know you well enough.
And about before, yes, I am a Grammar Nazi. I use correct punctuation, grammar, capitalization, and spelling (unless I make a typo [that I immediately fix] or I just forgot how to spell a word.) And if you’re a Grammar Nazi yourself, you’re immediately added to my friends’ list, and you get a hug, cookie, and the Grammar Nazi badge.
Anywai, I’m always here for ya’. When one of my buddies are in trouble, or need help, I’m always there for them. And I’ll even help you out when you need it.
Now, another thing to tell you is that I’m a furry. However, I’m not perverted. I’m merely an animal fan. Now, I shall give a description on my fursona, whether you like it or not. If you don’t want to read it… well, you have control of that. Anywai, here it goes.
Midnight blue feathers, with miniscule white spots along my arms and thighs. The feathers end at the top of the knee, the scaley white skin going to the feet. My beak is white, and somewhat short, my hair/crest feathers falling near the middle of my back. My eyes are cream colored, with light blue around the ridges. My tail has vertebre in it, it seems like one, single, billowy feather, but it is actually a bit like a cat tail, except longer. Long waisted, long legged, semi-long necked, and slender. (I take pride in my skinniness. :D )
And now for my demon form!
When I get really angry, my irises turn to dark gold and saphire blue. My pupils shrink to red pinpricks, and my feathers turn inky black. The white of my “freckles,” legs, and beak turn to a brownish-gray, and my hair/crest feathers are awfully tousled. I grow to a towering height.
… Yeah. n_n; Well, I hope I’ve wasted some of your time. (Not in the bad way, just if you were looking to kill some time.)
Favorite word: Dot.
Second favorite word: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolconoconiosis.
Third favorite word: Discombobulated.
Favorite number: 7.
Favorite color: Saphire blue.
Cutesy-Q Translations
Ai = I.
Wiff = with.
Nup = nope.
Nu = no.
Yesh = yes.
Yupyup = yup.
Yer = yes.
Ja = yeah.
Ya = yeah.
Wassat = what’s that?
Hao = how.
Nao = now.
Kookie = cookie.
Pai = pie.
Rawr = roar.
Omnomnomable = yummy.
Nom = eat.
Noming = eating.
Nommed = ate.
Eated = ate.
Dun’t = don’t.
Wai = why.
Bai = bye.
Goodbai = goodbye.
Dun = done.
Okai = okay/ok.
Meh = me.
Yew = you.
Chu = you.
Joo = you.
Yu = you.
Moar = more.
Mah = my.
Mai – my.
Hai = hi.
Sowwy = sorry.
Iz = is.
Mien = mine.
Eht’k = etc.
Leef = leave.
Leeve = leave.
Leaf = leave.
Ohai = Oh, hi.
Thar = there.
Kthxbai = Okay, thanks, bye.
Kewl = cool.
Phailure = failure.
Phail = fail.
Phale = fail.
Ehpick = epic.
Luff = love.
Shaddap = shut up.
Shuddup = shut up.
Stoppit = stop it.
Flarglewabba = nothing.
Snickledorf = everything. Seriously, you can use it for anything you want.
Teh = the.
Kaik = cake.
Ish = is.
Nawt = not.
Ay = a.
Lai = lie.
Here’s a little something I wrote:
I awoke when the moon was high in the dark abyss of the sky. The threads of the tent all but obscured Luna. As I edged out of my sleeping bag and tent, the air punished me with a faint chill. Wrapping my arms around my body, I crept out of the tent and onto the ground outside to see, hear, and feel the tranquil night landscape.
The dry dirt was littered with deceased leaves, which stuck themselves awkwardly between my toes. A cool, spring breeze welcomed me with a passing coolness that seemed to sweep away all other thoughts, if only for a moment. I settled myself down into a sitting position with my legs crossed and my knees up to my chin. With only a moment’s thought, I pushed my body to pay attention to only one sense at a time, to make the night seem more vivid and the details even more defined. I opened my eyes and imagination wide for the scene before me. The sky was a black ocean with tiny pinpricks of light. The stars danced majestically and twinkled in a brilliant ballet. The silhouetted trees swayed with the breezes. Luna beamed at the scene before her. Her fair glow blanketed every surface and shined upon me, kissing my face with the gentle glimmer.
I closed my eyes and focused on the beautiful sounds. I heard the trees rustling restlessly and the night birds’ cry as if to break the serene silence. However, there was also something I did not intend to find. Breaking the peaceful, though quiet, flow of music, was a low, woeful, mourning howl. A wolf was crying out its depression and bitter melancholy. The wind whispered it and the tune echoed on the trees. A chill ran down my spine, and the soft rasp of my breathing quickened its pace to a rapid staccato.
I allowed myself to keep my eyes open momentarily, for the fear that had gripped me with its penetrating claws would not permit me to keep them closed. When I shut them again, I lowered my arms and extended my legs to feel about the clearing around me. I moved my fingers along dry dirt and leaves, and seldom along miniscule grass blades. Yet, when I did come across them, the dew wet my fingers and turned cold in my hands…
Dew? In confusion, I again opened my eyes, and a new scene greeted me. Luna was now gone, and the sun was peeking above the horizon. The trees were no longer silhouetted, and were now radiating with a brilliant green. The night birds were silent, and other birds chirruped cheerful songs. A bright pink and orange replaced the tranquil black of night with glorious shades. The once peaceful symphony converted to a beautiful orchestra. I slumbered when the sun was low in the wispy haven of the sky. The tent threads all but obscured the sun. I curled into the sleeping bag, feeling the rays of the bright orb stream through the tent…
I also made a planet.
Slyngthoryn (Sleength-or-en): Jade green grass with indigo spots. The grass’s spots of indigo glow blue in the dark. Tall, graceful trees with paper thin, cream-colored bark, and ruffled gray leaves. The water is thick, and mirror-like. The sun is oddly fuscia-colored, and the days are always longer than the nights. The pink and yellow clouds are always fortelling the future with their shapes. The dirt is dark-gray. The moon has a blue aura around it. Under the ground, small organisms burrow through the dark gray dirt. They are worm-like, and pinkish-gray. When provoked, they emit a loud screech that hopefully drives the predator/trespasser away. However, if that does not succeed, then they will devour said predator/trespasser. Therefore, other life is rare to find. However, if that other organism is not harmful to the planet, the creatures will let alone the said other organism. The trees bear abundant, peach-colored fruit, and the core of the tree can be eaten itself. Also, the organisms under the ground are nutritious, as well as the water, and even the grass. However, the bark on the trees is slightly poisonous, but won’t cause severe illness… I might add more later, but that’s about it for now.
And now, we have a moment of silence for our beloved friend, vv2legit2quitvv (Legit), who left us for some unknown reason… May she be remembered in the memories of our chaotic happiness. Bows head
TSPA Group.
