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Character: Hanajima Saki
Series: Fruits Basket
Canon: Hanajima is a close friend of Tohru's. She can apparently zap people with electro-poison waves, and can also sense people's "waves" (or aura). She mentions several times that the Sohma (who are under a curse which makes them turn into animals from the Chinese zodiac if they are hugged by a member of the opposite sex) have "strange waves." She is very dramatic and mystical-sounding when talking about everyday things, but can sometimes be quite matter-of-fact when talking about things that everyone else would find strange and mystical. She likes to scare people (especially if she feels that they're threatening her Tohru-kun) and often seems to appear out of nowhere. She also likes to play cards (and she always wins).
Today was my first day at summer camp. I have not been enjoying it much so far. The bus ride was long and boring; no one wanted to play cards with me after the first few times that I beat them. A few of them wouldn't even play with me in the first place. I can't imagine why. I sense strange waves, very strange waves, coming from many of them... I wonder what they mean?
The camp itself is rather run-down, and badly in need of repair. Not only that, but when I arrived the very buildings themselves seemed to be giving off sinister waves, making one wonder what dark presences lurked within. At least my cabin isn't too bad, although it is rather drafty as most of the windows are broken.
The dark presence later turned out to be zombies, which is not what I had been expecting at all. They seem to be immune to my poison waves. I suppose I'll have to find some other way to deal with them. Perhaps the waves I'm using aren't strong enough. These zombies are quite resistant to damage.
Oh dear, here comes one through the window now. I have to go.
Poll So?
Character: Uchiha Itachi
Series: Naruto
Hmm... A camp. With zombies. And a murder mystery.
Along with a crocodile-ridden lake. I’m sure Kisame
would enjoy swimming in it. He’d probably make a lot
of friends. Speaking of which, mental note to self:
Remember to stash Kisame under cloak the next time I
go out by myself. He could surely help me fend off
these horrendously ugly zombies. Too bad Tsukiyomi
doesn’t work on them. If anything, it just makes
them...more dead. How interesting.
...I can’t wait to get out of here.
But of course, magically stumbling upon Sasuke, who
ran away screaming his little arse off (“It can’t be!!
Not you too!!”), -might- change my mind.
Foolish little brother. There’s no need to run
anymore. Aniki’s here.
Poll So?
Character: Didi (the once-in-a-hundred-years incarnate of Death).
Comic: Sandman
Canon: Death is just that. She goes around and delivers to people the sad news that, sorry, you're dead. She gets to see everyone twice, once when they're first born, and once again when they die. But as a catch, once in a hundred years, Death comes to earth for one day as a human. She remembers little of what her life as Death is like, and all those around her instantly adapt to her fake-life story. She's a happy, bubbly type who takes her job seriously, but with a grain of salt, dressing in all black, heavy eyeliner, and a perpetual smile on her face. Death definitely has a sense of humor.
You've got to be kidding me! This is a joke, right? RIGHT? It was supposed
to be ONCE IN A HUNDRED YEARS for ONE DAY, not ONCE IN A HUNDRED YEARS for
UNTIL THIS MURDER IS SOLVED! This isn't funny, and I want to go home.
Right now. I will take down whatever is in my way down to get home. I
I am Death. I am not supposed to be Didi for more than one day. Dream,
this isn't funny anymore! Let me go home!
What the fuck was that? A Zombie? Oh. My. God. A Zombie. Zombies. Zombies!
Not good. Not good. Not good at all. It's times like these I don't think
I'm me anymore.
You want to hear something funny? I know who did it! After all, I was
there! I told her, she was quite a nice woman, that she was dead, she had
been killed and it was time to follow me. To where? I can't say. Not can I
say who killed her! I know who it was, but at the same time, I don't. I
don't recognise the face, or the name or anything, but I know who did it!
I tried to tell this to one of the kids, but they looked at me like I was
on crap and asked kindly if that 'crossy-thingy was weighing down all
senses of logic.'
Apparently on earth, specifically this camp, logic just doesn't exist. If
it did, there wouldn't be any Zombies running around. Specifically that
one dressed as a clown.
-Yours, Death.
Poll So?
Character: Bob the Angry Flower
Series: "Bob the Angry Flower" comic strip. (http://www.angryflower.com/)
Canon: The Angry Flower is many things. He's aspires to become Supremor of the World with his command of giant robots. He's an intellectual, a bum, a smoker, a proud Canadian, and a regular consultant to the United Nations. He's a designer, an inventor, a mathematician, and a cross daisy-dandelion-sunflower hybrid, "the kind that walks and talks." But most importantly, he's Bob. He lives with his friend Stumpy, a petrified hunk of driftwood, and Freddie, a floating talking fetus. His mood swings vary dramatically, and his talk patterns are usually pedantic. Prone to apoplectic outbursts.
What a day!
I've finally arrived at Camp Fuck You Die! The happiest place on Earth! (Which may turn out to be true or not be true, I'll have to take some readings later...) Sure, it was a long trip, through the horrible barren wasteland surrounding the place, the only thing to watch through the godforsaken bus windows were the vultures trailing us, and by 'watch' I mean 'barely be able to peek through the black bag over my head to see' and by 'bus' I mean 'mobile prison,' and by 'windows' I mean 'shaded unbreakable plastic sheets covered with metal bars', but it has been so worth it. Every, torturous, second... Bliss!
I knew the minute I heard the name I had to attend. Camp Fuck You Die. A horrible resort where the mosquitos are outnumbered only by the undead, the moon is always full, and the moonlight conspicuously absent. A place where the campers cling to what sanity they have left in order to make a desperate attempt to survive while stabbing each other in the back! It's a veritable paradise! I don't know why someone didn't think of it sooner! I'm gonna have so much fun this summer... The arts, the crafts, the plotting the death of the suspected murderer in a last ditch effort to escape...
Let me just get unpacked here... do we get a phone?
No phones... guess inviting Kofi Annan over on sh'more night is out.
...I guess it will be 'sh'more' for me, then.
Hm...
Sure, I'm feeling pretty miserable, but it's not enough! Where are the legions of undead?! The insatiable horde of those who live only to devour the flesh of the living?! The--
...Oh, there they are! Crashing right through the cabin windows. Huh. No sense in waiting for me to go outside, I guess.
...
I wonder if any of them like to play chess?
edit: I can't believe my luck! The zombies here don't know the FIRST THING about chess! I am going to CLEAN UP!
Mood: Accomplished
Music: U-boat!
Poll So?
Character: Envy
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Canon: Envy is an Effeminate Shape shifter Homunculus, who has a complex for enjoying killing people. While he is not physically the strongest person around, his agility and flexibility make for great break dancing Fighting Abilities. His interests include the production fop a philosophers stone, killing Ed, playing dress up, killing Ed, killing Hohenheim, killing Ed, killing Hughes, killing Ed, And Most likely Sharp Pointy objects. He has a dry witty sense of human and often taunts Edward calling him Full metal Shorty (Hagane no Chibi). Like all homunculus, if his body is injured, or even killed it regenerates rather quickly.
Dear Diary Hello pathetic Internet Journal Readers,
I would like to make comment that I hate this place. I don’t know where I am but so far everything I've hurt, Killed, or attempted to annoy with my ability to change Forms has not been phased one bit. Even the killed ones shrugged it off. That really ticks me off.
Well, at least I got to go for a swim, though I don't like the crocodiles, they kept trying to eat me, (Though who Can blame them?)One even bit my skort off. After that I bit back in the same general region on the pathetic example of a multicelluar being.
Then Later, I got pestered by some guy with a bad hair style (Choose a Hair Color and Stick With it. Though I liked his hat.) About where the ducks in central park had gone. Central park? Last I checked Central is a City. Anyway, I said I ate them. Raw. I was please with how he reacted.
Hagane no Chibi is here. I will have fun with that later.
And because the element of surprise is my second favorite element (Second to Arsenic) I've been disguising myself as A Shorty Red haired Girl with Pointy Armor. Though I can't seem to simulate her sword, burnt myself to a crisp doing that... Well, no one should know her and this will do for the time being. If worse comes to worse and someone who knows her shows up I'll just enjoy myself, and kill he or she.
Hmmmmm, what else to entertain the pathetic internet journal reading Masses with about my incredible life... Oh, yes, I've heard there is a person here named hamlet, who I heard is lacking in the Living Father Area. I must get pointers. I want rid of that Scruffy Worthless Alchemist of a Mine. And I must get rid of his children as well. I don't want any reincarnations ruining my 100% mission complete.
Wait...Why Am I not a shining Green Dragon yet obviously Not in Amestris anymore... Well, if dead ninjas can come to this camp no doubt very very very very very pretty green haired bishounen are in even higher demand!
...Knitting Circles sound like fun... What? Don't think a homunculus can enjoy the finer things in life?! And Anyway, those Needles could (Read: WILL) put an eye out by accident. I certainly don't Hope an unsuspecting Shorty looks at the Scarf too closely noticing what is most defiantly not the array for making a philosopher’s stone.
Well, that should be enough for now. This overrated typewriter is starting to give me carpal tunnel.
Yay.
And while I get to cutting off my wrist to end my suffering, I leave you with this note Kiddies (And Shorties):
Palm Trees are Taller than Shrimps.
Poll So?
Character: Kikamaru Eij
Series: Prince of Tennis
Canon: Kikamaru is a very fun, very hyper tennis player on the Seigaku tennis team.
He speaks normally but throws in his own jargon words such as "hoi hoi"
and "nya". Kikamaru strives to help the team as much as he can while making
himself better in the process, and tends to be friendly to everyone no
matter the condition.
Oishi,
Hoi hoi!!! Ths camp isn't much like the brochure said it would be. It's
been several days and we haven't even started playing tennis yet. We've
been doing alot of very strange running drills and we haven't been allowed
to sleep. The running drills are like a strange game of tag; the other team
(who smell by the way) pops up and chases us around whenever they feel like
it, nyah!! Did I mention that I seem to be the only one here who brough a
tennis racket? Instead we use shotguns, maybe it's a foreign style of
tennis.
There are two groups of people, the team I run with are all very nice, but
they scream alot and don't seem to be having much fun. Apparantly I'm part
of this team, because I also have a shotgun and the other team doesn't. I
don't like the other team so much, none of them speak any japanese. I tried
being nice to them but one of them bit into my brand new tennis racket,
nyah!! Since they won't be my friends, I will just have to become better
than them. Oddly enough the other team doesn't have shotguns, and amazingly
they can take many shots and keep walking. They must be really strong, and
I hope that by the end I can withstand multiple shotgun wounds as well!! By
gaining that ability I'll be able to help the team out more than ever when i
get back!!!
Poll So?
Character: Hellmaster Phibrezo
Series: The Slayers (in NEXT, the second season; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slayers; episode summaries from Phibrezo's appearance on can be found here: http://www.inverse.org/e/anime/next/20.shtml).
Canon: Hellmaster Phibrezo is one of the five demon lords serving under
the great demon king Ruby-Eyed Shabranigido; in actual fact, he's probably
the most powerful as Shabranigido's power was split and sealed some
thousand years earlier, and he was the most powerful of the demon lords.
He is the Mei-Ou, the Hellmaster, who originally lived in the Desert of
Despair and who controls hell and the spirits of the deceased; in the
anime, we see him do anything from making a complete city of undead who
went about their life as they had when living to turning the souls of the
dead into arrows. His ultimate goal is the destruction of his world (which
he would survive, as the demon race only has a small physical componant,
mostly existing on the astral plane instead and thus being hard to damage
physically). The last time he tried this, however, the god of their world,
the Lord of Nightmares, made a personal appearance, terrified him within
an inch of his wits, tortured him, and then apparently absorbed him into
herself. Is that the end? Not for the sake of roleplay, naturally. *g*
Despite all these incredibly dark features, Phibrezo normally seems to be
a bright, cheerful little boy. He speaks cutely, refers to everyone around
him as 'nee-san' or 'nii-san', cheers people on, listens to their life
stories and comforts them when they're sad, and so on -- at least until
it's worthwhile to drop the pretense. He's a sadist; his entire species
gets the most pleasure from and feeds off the darkest of human emotions.
He's known to not have any human servants left (living, anyway) because he
tends to kill them and play with their souls instead. But he's terribly
cheerful about it all, really -- except when others prove themselves more
powerful. He's rather insane, and there's a part of him that IS the little
boy he pretends to be -- tantrums and all!
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I have resolved to make the best of a bad situation.
Though Mother did devour my soul (I'm not bitter. I'm not bitter),
it could be worse. At least she spat me back out again, even if she said
she did so because she was 'sick of my whining' (what does that
mean?! I am one of Dark Lord Ruby-Eyed Shabranigido's five kings! I
do not whine!). And though she surely sent me to this 'summer camp
where I can do no harm' as punishment, there must be things I can gain
from it.
This is, I am fairly sure, not my world. For one thing, the zombies here
are remarkably disobedient to my will. I cannot feel my seat of power any
longer. It is quite annoying. Still, even without my Hell or command over
the dead, my other powers remain; the Astral exists even here, though I
cannot seem to use it to leave this camp. I am what I am. All here are
fools who will bow before my awesome power!
But I will first bide my time; this world may have other rules than the
ones I'm used to. It wouldn't do to make another foolish mistake out of
ignorance. So once more, time for a sweet, helpless little boy to see how
these humans behave.
But soon. All will be destroyed! First the summer camp, then the world!
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Hi! I'm Phibrezo! I saw that the camp had this 'internet' thing and I
thought I'd try it out!! I'm really looking forward to meeting everyone
here! It's my first time at summer camp, 'cuz my family is poor, we've
been saving up for ages for a chance for me to go somewhere! I wanted
forever to get out of my little town and see the world and finally I get
to!! I'm so excited!
...I'm kinda scared, though; this is my first time away from home without
mom and I don't know what I'll do if it's dark out and I gotta go to the
bathroom. But I'm sure it'll be okay! And I'm sure I'll get to be friends
with everyone here really fast!
Take care of me, okay? :) :) :)
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Poll So?
Character: Dib
TV Show: Invader Zim
Canon: Dib is a firm believer in the paranormal and it his goal in life to prove it's existance to the millions (well, mainly just the mean popular kids that make fun of him) of people who delude themselves that we are alone in the universe. An alien by the name of Zim came to Earth but Dib hasn't had much luck proving he's an alien, even though his skin is green and he doesn't have ears. Dib is very smart, very obsessed, likes to monologue, and has a large head.
I knew it!
They never believed me, now matter how many times I told them, but now I have proof!
Well, I don't actually have it yet. Or rather, I did until the zombie I was photographing came over and ate my camera (I believe it was aiming for my head). But I will not be daunted. This is, after all, a summer camp. Someone else will have a camera.
The camp itself is a clever plot by a madman morning his lost fiancé to discover the murderer. Though the people attending, my fellow 'campers', seem to be randomly chosen, I don't see any connection among us that would lead the Camp Director to suspect and thus invite us here.
For myself, I came of my own volition. It was advertised to me via a broacher as a science camp, but of course I had heard rumors of this place on the internet. Finally, a chance to prove to the world that zombies are real! I began to prepare, spending my entire allowance to order to special equipment meant especially for disabling zombies.
None of it arrived on time. Even UPS thwarts my attempts to unveil the blinded eyes of the world.
It doesn't matter. My mission is clear, I will capture and deliver a living (in a manner of speaking) zombie right to the White House steps if I must and finally people will understand the horrors that live (in a manner of speaking) among them every day. And finally see my worth and praise me as I deserve, of course.
…
Though I know that this cause is for the ultimate good and the betterment, and most importantly, very survival of the world, I still wonder if it will be alright to leave Zim unattended this long. But while I have not met many of the people here, they have already given me new hope that humanity is not quite as stupid as I am accustomed too. The fact that no one here denies the zombies right in front of them -- the way my classmates deny the VERY GREEN SKINNED ALIEN BEFORE THEIR EYES -- shows that perhaps I merely had the misfortune to be born in a city where the average intelligence quotient, despite myself and my family there to offset it, is still equal to that of moldy cheese. With my newfound hope for the world, and I don’t think even Zim will be able to do anything too irreparable in the course of a couple of weeks.
Still, I told Gaz to keep an eye on him; I think she might have actually been listening.
Poll So?
Character: Bart Allen/"Impulse" (http://www.hyperborea.org/flash/bart.html, Wikipedia)
Comic Appearences: Impulse, Young Justice, and Flash appearances.
(mod note: check out scans_daily's memories for young justice and click a few of the links. most all of them will have bart, who will slay. you. dead.)
Canon: Bart Allen is the grandson of the second Flash and has inherited the ability to run at superhuman speeds. Because of his metabolism aging him at a rapid rate Bart is mentally immature even though he ages normally now, and his entire living experience was being brought up in a VR system. Because of this he hates doing things in "normal" time and often gets distracted or impatient. Basically a kid with a severe case of ADD and a penchant for mischief.
Max said I had to learn some discipline in keeping a low profile. So he gave me a list of summer camps and told me I had to choose one to stay at. Can you believe it? Summer camp! Like in the woods! With no video games, no army bases to explore, no superhero field trips, nothing!
I think he was trying to be sneaky, hoping I'd pick the wrong one and "learn from my mistakes" or something. Ha, well I'm onto him. I skimmed through each description and even if that one has Camp Fuck You Die for a name, it has internet access and a lake! Like one you swim in and fight ghost pirates if you're lucky. Evil Eye's super villain camp didn't have a lake and he hated it there. But then it was kinda a prison and he was kinda in it against his will...Well, it was still a stupid camp.
Boy was Max surprised when he found out I picked that one. He was probably so proud of me it looked like he was going to start crying, rubbing the bridge of his nose like that. I know it's still going to be boring and stuff, but the letter said something about "magic, guns, or ingenuity" so maybe it won't be as boring as the others. Even if he said I shouldn't go around as Impulse and scare the campers, but it's not like White Lightning's going to hold a camp in the woods for ransom or anything. It's totally in the middle of nowhere, no way to get out, with the nearest town a hundred miles away. So I shouldn't worry at all. At least I think that's what he was shouting at me when I left.
…taking the five seconds to pack and get over here I think maybe I should have read the letter more carefully. The lake has crocodiles in it, and not the friendly animatronic kind that sing either. Worst of all the whole camp is infested with zombies. I hate zombies! They're like the slowest kind of monster there is! They can't even run at normal speed. Jeez, why couldn't I have signed up for the camp with Wendy the Werewolf stalker? At least they'd be sneaky, even if they had fleas. What a gyp, and here I was hoping for an exciting summer.
Poll So?
Character: Ron Stoppable
Series: Kim Possible (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_possible, but ignore the "boyfriend part." LIES. I THINK.)
Canon: Ron is a bit of a goofball, and has very bad camp memories. He's capable-- (hanging out with a world-saving cheerleader does that) --but tends to be a bit dramatic. He's a nice person, and is never seen without his naked mole rat. He has/had a crush on his best friend Kim. He hardly ever acts his age.
(mod note: ron's over the top, dramatically. i mean, really, really, really. and that's what makes him charmy. he's sweet, he's loyal, and he has a pet naked mole rat named rufus.)
I knew it. They all said I was being paranoid, they didn't listen. "You're older now, Ron! It's just summer camp." That's what they said. "It's not Camp Wannaweep!" Oh no. It's Camp Fuck You Die. Big, big difference, I'm sure. X___X;;
On the bright side, there are no mutant bullies here. There are just
HORDES OF STUPID %#(%*(# GODDAMN ZOMBIES WHICH DELIGHT IN FINDING WAYS INTO MY CABIN TO EEAAATTT MEEEEE!11!
..gross. Zombie guts on the keyboard. Yuck. Not even the horrors of Camp Wannaweep could have possibly prepared me for this madness, Kim. If you can read this, COME SAVE ME AAGGGHH gdfjagkdj dgg asgioa3t wen ;fds
At least they armed us this time. Shove us all in tiny cabins made of rotting wood full of termites with people we don't know, threaten us with MONKIES (aaahhh heellpp meee Kiiiimmm TT___TT), accuse us of murder, take away Bueno Nacho-- but at least they gave us guns. And internet access.
Excuse me while I wipe off the zombie guts and get aquainted with my allies. If I make it back alive, I'll keep you posted.
Poll So?
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Character: Hanajima Saki
Series: Fruits Basket
Canon: Hanajima is a close friend of Tohru's. She can apparently zap people with electro-poison waves, and can also sense people's "waves" (or aura). She mentions several times that the Sohma (who are under a curse which makes them turn into animals from the Chinese zodiac if they are hugged by a member of the opposite sex) have "strange waves." She is very dramatic and mystical-sounding when talking about everyday things, but can sometimes be quite matter-of-fact when talking about things that everyone else would find strange and mystical. She likes to scare people (especially if she feels that they're threatening her Tohru-kun) and often seems to appear out of nowhere. She also likes to play cards (and she always wins).
Today was my first day at summer camp. I have not been enjoying it much so far. The bus ride was long and boring; no one wanted to play cards with me after the first few times that I beat them. A few of them wouldn't even play with me in the first place. I can't imagine why. I sense strange waves, very strange waves, coming from many of them... I wonder what they mean?
The camp itself is rather run-down, and badly in need of repair. Not only that, but when I arrived the very buildings themselves seemed to be giving off sinister waves, making one wonder what dark presences lurked within. At least my cabin isn't too bad, although it is rather drafty as most of the windows are broken.
The dark presence later turned out to be zombies, which is not what I had been expecting at all. They seem to be immune to my poison waves. I suppose I'll have to find some other way to deal with them. Perhaps the waves I'm using aren't strong enough. These zombies are quite resistant to damage.
Oh dear, here comes one through the window now. I have to go.
Poll So?
Character: Uchiha Itachi
Series: Naruto
Hmm... A camp. With zombies. And a murder mystery.
Along with a crocodile-ridden lake. I’m sure Kisame
would enjoy swimming in it. He’d probably make a lot
of friends. Speaking of which, mental note to self:
Remember to stash Kisame under cloak the next time I
go out by myself. He could surely help me fend off
these horrendously ugly zombies. Too bad Tsukiyomi
doesn’t work on them. If anything, it just makes
them...more dead. How interesting.
...I can’t wait to get out of here.
But of course, magically stumbling upon Sasuke, who
ran away screaming his little arse off (“It can’t be!!
Not you too!!”), -might- change my mind.
Foolish little brother. There’s no need to run
anymore. Aniki’s here.
Poll So?
Character: Didi (the once-in-a-hundred-years incarnate of Death).
Comic: Sandman
Canon: Death is just that. She goes around and delivers to people the sad news that, sorry, you're dead. She gets to see everyone twice, once when they're first born, and once again when they die. But as a catch, once in a hundred years, Death comes to earth for one day as a human. She remembers little of what her life as Death is like, and all those around her instantly adapt to her fake-life story. She's a happy, bubbly type who takes her job seriously, but with a grain of salt, dressing in all black, heavy eyeliner, and a perpetual smile on her face. Death definitely has a sense of humor.
You've got to be kidding me! This is a joke, right? RIGHT? It was supposed
to be ONCE IN A HUNDRED YEARS for ONE DAY, not ONCE IN A HUNDRED YEARS for
UNTIL THIS MURDER IS SOLVED! This isn't funny, and I want to go home.
Right now. I will take down whatever is in my way down to get home. I
I am Death. I am not supposed to be Didi for more than one day. Dream,
this isn't funny anymore! Let me go home!
What the fuck was that? A Zombie? Oh. My. God. A Zombie. Zombies. Zombies!
Not good. Not good. Not good at all. It's times like these I don't think
I'm me anymore.
You want to hear something funny? I know who did it! After all, I was
there! I told her, she was quite a nice woman, that she was dead, she had
been killed and it was time to follow me. To where? I can't say. Not can I
say who killed her! I know who it was, but at the same time, I don't. I
don't recognise the face, or the name or anything, but I know who did it!
I tried to tell this to one of the kids, but they looked at me like I was
on crap and asked kindly if that 'crossy-thingy was weighing down all
senses of logic.'
Apparently on earth, specifically this camp, logic just doesn't exist. If
it did, there wouldn't be any Zombies running around. Specifically that
one dressed as a clown.
-Yours, Death.
Poll So?
Character: Bob the Angry Flower
Series: "Bob the Angry Flower" comic strip. (http://www.angryflower.com/)
Canon: The Angry Flower is many things. He's aspires to become Supremor of the World with his command of giant robots. He's an intellectual, a bum, a smoker, a proud Canadian, and a regular consultant to the United Nations. He's a designer, an inventor, a mathematician, and a cross daisy-dandelion-sunflower hybrid, "the kind that walks and talks." But most importantly, he's Bob. He lives with his friend Stumpy, a petrified hunk of driftwood, and Freddie, a floating talking fetus. His mood swings vary dramatically, and his talk patterns are usually pedantic. Prone to apoplectic outbursts.
What a day!
I've finally arrived at Camp Fuck You Die! The happiest place on Earth! (Which may turn out to be true or not be true, I'll have to take some readings later...) Sure, it was a long trip, through the horrible barren wasteland surrounding the place, the only thing to watch through the godforsaken bus windows were the vultures trailing us, and by 'watch' I mean 'barely be able to peek through the black bag over my head to see' and by 'bus' I mean 'mobile prison,' and by 'windows' I mean 'shaded unbreakable plastic sheets covered with metal bars', but it has been so worth it. Every, torturous, second... Bliss!
I knew the minute I heard the name I had to attend. Camp Fuck You Die. A horrible resort where the mosquitos are outnumbered only by the undead, the moon is always full, and the moonlight conspicuously absent. A place where the campers cling to what sanity they have left in order to make a desperate attempt to survive while stabbing each other in the back! It's a veritable paradise! I don't know why someone didn't think of it sooner! I'm gonna have so much fun this summer... The arts, the crafts, the plotting the death of the suspected murderer in a last ditch effort to escape...
Let me just get unpacked here... do we get a phone?
No phones... guess inviting Kofi Annan over on sh'more night is out.
...I guess it will be 'sh'more' for me, then.
Hm...
Sure, I'm feeling pretty miserable, but it's not enough! Where are the legions of undead?! The insatiable horde of those who live only to devour the flesh of the living?! The--
...Oh, there they are! Crashing right through the cabin windows. Huh. No sense in waiting for me to go outside, I guess.
...
I wonder if any of them like to play chess?
edit: I can't believe my luck! The zombies here don't know the FIRST THING about chess! I am going to CLEAN UP!
Mood: Accomplished
Music: U-boat!
Poll So?
Character: Envy
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Canon: Envy is an Effeminate Shape shifter Homunculus, who has a complex for enjoying killing people. While he is not physically the strongest person around, his agility and flexibility make for great break dancing Fighting Abilities. His interests include the production fop a philosophers stone, killing Ed, playing dress up, killing Ed, killing Hohenheim, killing Ed, killing Hughes, killing Ed, And Most likely Sharp Pointy objects. He has a dry witty sense of human and often taunts Edward calling him Full metal Shorty (Hagane no Chibi). Like all homunculus, if his body is injured, or even killed it regenerates rather quickly.
Dear Diary Hello pathetic Internet Journal Readers,
I would like to make comment that I hate this place. I don’t know where I am but so far everything I've hurt, Killed, or attempted to annoy with my ability to change Forms has not been phased one bit. Even the killed ones shrugged it off. That really ticks me off.
Well, at least I got to go for a swim, though I don't like the crocodiles, they kept trying to eat me, (Though who Can blame them?)One even bit my skort off. After that I bit back in the same general region on the pathetic example of a multicelluar being.
Then Later, I got pestered by some guy with a bad hair style (Choose a Hair Color and Stick With it. Though I liked his hat.) About where the ducks in central park had gone. Central park? Last I checked Central is a City. Anyway, I said I ate them. Raw. I was please with how he reacted.
Hagane no Chibi is here. I will have fun with that later.
And because the element of surprise is my second favorite element (Second to Arsenic) I've been disguising myself as A Shorty Red haired Girl with Pointy Armor. Though I can't seem to simulate her sword, burnt myself to a crisp doing that... Well, no one should know her and this will do for the time being. If worse comes to worse and someone who knows her shows up I'll just enjoy myself, and kill he or she.
Hmmmmm, what else to entertain the pathetic internet journal reading Masses with about my incredible life... Oh, yes, I've heard there is a person here named hamlet, who I heard is lacking in the Living Father Area. I must get pointers. I want rid of that Scruffy Worthless Alchemist of a Mine. And I must get rid of his children as well. I don't want any reincarnations ruining my 100% mission complete.
Wait...Why Am I not a shining Green Dragon yet obviously Not in Amestris anymore... Well, if dead ninjas can come to this camp no doubt very very very very very pretty green haired bishounen are in even higher demand!
...Knitting Circles sound like fun... What? Don't think a homunculus can enjoy the finer things in life?! And Anyway, those Needles could (Read: WILL) put an eye out by accident. I certainly don't Hope an unsuspecting Shorty looks at the Scarf too closely noticing what is most defiantly not the array for making a philosopher’s stone.
Well, that should be enough for now. This overrated typewriter is starting to give me carpal tunnel.
Yay.
And while I get to cutting off my wrist to end my suffering, I leave you with this note Kiddies (And Shorties):
Palm Trees are Taller than Shrimps.
Poll So?
Character: Kikamaru Eij
Series: Prince of Tennis
Canon: Kikamaru is a very fun, very hyper tennis player on the Seigaku tennis team.
He speaks normally but throws in his own jargon words such as "hoi hoi"
and "nya". Kikamaru strives to help the team as much as he can while making
himself better in the process, and tends to be friendly to everyone no
matter the condition.
Oishi,
Hoi hoi!!! Ths camp isn't much like the brochure said it would be. It's
been several days and we haven't even started playing tennis yet. We've
been doing alot of very strange running drills and we haven't been allowed
to sleep. The running drills are like a strange game of tag; the other team
(who smell by the way) pops up and chases us around whenever they feel like
it, nyah!! Did I mention that I seem to be the only one here who brough a
tennis racket? Instead we use shotguns, maybe it's a foreign style of
tennis.
There are two groups of people, the team I run with are all very nice, but
they scream alot and don't seem to be having much fun. Apparantly I'm part
of this team, because I also have a shotgun and the other team doesn't. I
don't like the other team so much, none of them speak any japanese. I tried
being nice to them but one of them bit into my brand new tennis racket,
nyah!! Since they won't be my friends, I will just have to become better
than them. Oddly enough the other team doesn't have shotguns, and amazingly
they can take many shots and keep walking. They must be really strong, and
I hope that by the end I can withstand multiple shotgun wounds as well!! By
gaining that ability I'll be able to help the team out more than ever when i
get back!!!
Poll So?
Character: Hellmaster Phibrezo
Series: The Slayers (in NEXT, the second season; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slayers; episode summaries from Phibrezo's appearance on can be found here: http://www.inverse.org/e/anime/next/20.shtml).
Canon: Hellmaster Phibrezo is one of the five demon lords serving under
the great demon king Ruby-Eyed Shabranigido; in actual fact, he's probably
the most powerful as Shabranigido's power was split and sealed some
thousand years earlier, and he was the most powerful of the demon lords.
He is the Mei-Ou, the Hellmaster, who originally lived in the Desert of
Despair and who controls hell and the spirits of the deceased; in the
anime, we see him do anything from making a complete city of undead who
went about their life as they had when living to turning the souls of the
dead into arrows. His ultimate goal is the destruction of his world (which
he would survive, as the demon race only has a small physical componant,
mostly existing on the astral plane instead and thus being hard to damage
physically). The last time he tried this, however, the god of their world,
the Lord of Nightmares, made a personal appearance, terrified him within
an inch of his wits, tortured him, and then apparently absorbed him into
herself. Is that the end? Not for the sake of roleplay, naturally. *g*
Despite all these incredibly dark features, Phibrezo normally seems to be
a bright, cheerful little boy. He speaks cutely, refers to everyone around
him as 'nee-san' or 'nii-san', cheers people on, listens to their life
stories and comforts them when they're sad, and so on -- at least until
it's worthwhile to drop the pretense. He's a sadist; his entire species
gets the most pleasure from and feeds off the darkest of human emotions.
He's known to not have any human servants left (living, anyway) because he
tends to kill them and play with their souls instead. But he's terribly
cheerful about it all, really -- except when others prove themselves more
powerful. He's rather insane, and there's a part of him that IS the little
boy he pretends to be -- tantrums and all!
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I have resolved to make the best of a bad situation.
Though Mother did devour my soul (I'm not bitter. I'm not bitter),
it could be worse. At least she spat me back out again, even if she said
she did so because she was 'sick of my whining' (what does that
mean?! I am one of Dark Lord Ruby-Eyed Shabranigido's five kings! I
do not whine!). And though she surely sent me to this 'summer camp
where I can do no harm' as punishment, there must be things I can gain
from it.
This is, I am fairly sure, not my world. For one thing, the zombies here
are remarkably disobedient to my will. I cannot feel my seat of power any
longer. It is quite annoying. Still, even without my Hell or command over
the dead, my other powers remain; the Astral exists even here, though I
cannot seem to use it to leave this camp. I am what I am. All here are
fools who will bow before my awesome power!
But I will first bide my time; this world may have other rules than the
ones I'm used to. It wouldn't do to make another foolish mistake out of
ignorance. So once more, time for a sweet, helpless little boy to see how
these humans behave.
But soon. All will be destroyed! First the summer camp, then the world!
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Hi! I'm Phibrezo! I saw that the camp had this 'internet' thing and I
thought I'd try it out!! I'm really looking forward to meeting everyone
here! It's my first time at summer camp, 'cuz my family is poor, we've
been saving up for ages for a chance for me to go somewhere! I wanted
forever to get out of my little town and see the world and finally I get
to!! I'm so excited!
...I'm kinda scared, though; this is my first time away from home without
mom and I don't know what I'll do if it's dark out and I gotta go to the
bathroom. But I'm sure it'll be okay! And I'm sure I'll get to be friends
with everyone here really fast!
Take care of me, okay? :) :) :)
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Poll So?
Character: Dib
TV Show: Invader Zim
Canon: Dib is a firm believer in the paranormal and it his goal in life to prove it's existance to the millions (well, mainly just the mean popular kids that make fun of him) of people who delude themselves that we are alone in the universe. An alien by the name of Zim came to Earth but Dib hasn't had much luck proving he's an alien, even though his skin is green and he doesn't have ears. Dib is very smart, very obsessed, likes to monologue, and has a large head.
I knew it!
They never believed me, now matter how many times I told them, but now I have proof!
Well, I don't actually have it yet. Or rather, I did until the zombie I was photographing came over and ate my camera (I believe it was aiming for my head). But I will not be daunted. This is, after all, a summer camp. Someone else will have a camera.
The camp itself is a clever plot by a madman morning his lost fiancé to discover the murderer. Though the people attending, my fellow 'campers', seem to be randomly chosen, I don't see any connection among us that would lead the Camp Director to suspect and thus invite us here.
For myself, I came of my own volition. It was advertised to me via a broacher as a science camp, but of course I had heard rumors of this place on the internet. Finally, a chance to prove to the world that zombies are real! I began to prepare, spending my entire allowance to order to special equipment meant especially for disabling zombies.
None of it arrived on time. Even UPS thwarts my attempts to unveil the blinded eyes of the world.
It doesn't matter. My mission is clear, I will capture and deliver a living (in a manner of speaking) zombie right to the White House steps if I must and finally people will understand the horrors that live (in a manner of speaking) among them every day. And finally see my worth and praise me as I deserve, of course.
…
Though I know that this cause is for the ultimate good and the betterment, and most importantly, very survival of the world, I still wonder if it will be alright to leave Zim unattended this long. But while I have not met many of the people here, they have already given me new hope that humanity is not quite as stupid as I am accustomed too. The fact that no one here denies the zombies right in front of them -- the way my classmates deny the VERY GREEN SKINNED ALIEN BEFORE THEIR EYES -- shows that perhaps I merely had the misfortune to be born in a city where the average intelligence quotient, despite myself and my family there to offset it, is still equal to that of moldy cheese. With my newfound hope for the world, and I don’t think even Zim will be able to do anything too irreparable in the course of a couple of weeks.
Still, I told Gaz to keep an eye on him; I think she might have actually been listening.
Poll So?
Character: Bart Allen/"Impulse" (http://www.hyperborea.org/flash/bart.html, Wikipedia)
Comic Appearences: Impulse, Young Justice, and Flash appearances.
(mod note: check out scans_daily's memories for young justice and click a few of the links. most all of them will have bart, who will slay. you. dead.)
Canon: Bart Allen is the grandson of the second Flash and has inherited the ability to run at superhuman speeds. Because of his metabolism aging him at a rapid rate Bart is mentally immature even though he ages normally now, and his entire living experience was being brought up in a VR system. Because of this he hates doing things in "normal" time and often gets distracted or impatient. Basically a kid with a severe case of ADD and a penchant for mischief.
Max said I had to learn some discipline in keeping a low profile. So he gave me a list of summer camps and told me I had to choose one to stay at. Can you believe it? Summer camp! Like in the woods! With no video games, no army bases to explore, no superhero field trips, nothing!
I think he was trying to be sneaky, hoping I'd pick the wrong one and "learn from my mistakes" or something. Ha, well I'm onto him. I skimmed through each description and even if that one has Camp Fuck You Die for a name, it has internet access and a lake! Like one you swim in and fight ghost pirates if you're lucky. Evil Eye's super villain camp didn't have a lake and he hated it there. But then it was kinda a prison and he was kinda in it against his will...Well, it was still a stupid camp.
Boy was Max surprised when he found out I picked that one. He was probably so proud of me it looked like he was going to start crying, rubbing the bridge of his nose like that. I know it's still going to be boring and stuff, but the letter said something about "magic, guns, or ingenuity" so maybe it won't be as boring as the others. Even if he said I shouldn't go around as Impulse and scare the campers, but it's not like White Lightning's going to hold a camp in the woods for ransom or anything. It's totally in the middle of nowhere, no way to get out, with the nearest town a hundred miles away. So I shouldn't worry at all. At least I think that's what he was shouting at me when I left.
…taking the five seconds to pack and get over here I think maybe I should have read the letter more carefully. The lake has crocodiles in it, and not the friendly animatronic kind that sing either. Worst of all the whole camp is infested with zombies. I hate zombies! They're like the slowest kind of monster there is! They can't even run at normal speed. Jeez, why couldn't I have signed up for the camp with Wendy the Werewolf stalker? At least they'd be sneaky, even if they had fleas. What a gyp, and here I was hoping for an exciting summer.
Poll So?
Character: Ron Stoppable
Series: Kim Possible (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_possible, but ignore the "boyfriend part." LIES. I THINK.)
Canon: Ron is a bit of a goofball, and has very bad camp memories. He's capable-- (hanging out with a world-saving cheerleader does that) --but tends to be a bit dramatic. He's a nice person, and is never seen without his naked mole rat. He has/had a crush on his best friend Kim. He hardly ever acts his age.
(mod note: ron's over the top, dramatically. i mean, really, really, really. and that's what makes him charmy. he's sweet, he's loyal, and he has a pet naked mole rat named rufus.)
I knew it. They all said I was being paranoid, they didn't listen. "You're older now, Ron! It's just summer camp." That's what they said. "It's not Camp Wannaweep!" Oh no. It's Camp Fuck You Die. Big, big difference, I'm sure. X___X;;
On the bright side, there are no mutant bullies here. There are just
HORDES OF STUPID %#(%*(# GODDAMN ZOMBIES WHICH DELIGHT IN FINDING WAYS INTO MY CABIN TO EEAAATTT MEEEEE!11!
..gross. Zombie guts on the keyboard. Yuck. Not even the horrors of Camp Wannaweep could have possibly prepared me for this madness, Kim. If you can read this, COME SAVE ME AAGGGHH gdfjagkdj dgg asgioa3t wen ;fds
At least they armed us this time. Shove us all in tiny cabins made of rotting wood full of termites with people we don't know, threaten us with MONKIES (aaahhh heellpp meee Kiiiimmm TT___TT), accuse us of murder, take away Bueno Nacho-- but at least they gave us guns. And internet access.
Excuse me while I wipe off the zombie guts and get aquainted with my allies. If I make it back alive, I'll keep you posted.
Poll So?