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Someone is direct-linking from my Photobucket account. As such, I've exceeded my bandwidth for this month; I can't post THE USELESS MURDER CLUE that I wanted to tonight.
*sulk*
But anyway! You Lees and Ishidas? You'll be posted soon. Really. Thanks for being patient. <3
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Character: Gir
Series: Invader Zim
Canon: Gir is the robot who is disguised typically as a dog that accompanies Invader Zim in his conquest to conquered earth. He is completely and utterly random and unhelpful in this quest and often times his randomness causes entire plans to fall apart. His voice is squeaky and high pitched with lots of alterations as he speaks. He is hyper and loves to sing randomly and probably has an extreme case of ADHD. He loves just about everyone and everything and is not the brightest cat in town. This may be on account of that he has a brain that consists of a rubber band and bouncy ball. Somehow even with such limitations, he can still use the internet.
HI! My name is Gir! I luv the beach, candle light dinners and squirrels and BAKING CAKES! ^.^ I am a proud member of alcoholic anonymous and I like to BAKE CAKES! ..Baking cakes is fun and so is Chasing squirrels! Today, I met this girl squirrel names Stephanie…. She was very pretty…then a zombie ate him…::EYES TURN RED:: THEN I DESIMATED THE KID’S BODY USING FULL PHOTON CANONS.. zombies are stinky when fried…..then I was happy and baked a cake!
Zim is going to a camp called CAMP FUCK YOU DIE. It sounds fun! He tells me not to come so I can protect the base…but I love camping so I snuck into his supply area of his ship. There was stuff in there so I dumped it out! I am going to bring my blankie and pillow! It will be fun! Then I found myself dumped out here! It’s like Zim dumped me here or something! ^.^; Zim says that I never help…but I do…I luv Zim! ^.^ I made a pigeon of DOOM for him! DOOM!? DOOM! I wanna sing the DOOM song for you! DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM ….DOOM ….DOOM DOOM DOOM DO-OM DOOOM DOM DOOM DOOM!
O yea… I almost forgotz! I found a stinky dead old body today when I gotz to camp….and I SOLD it on e-bay! YAY camp is going to be fun! O, Look a rock!
Mood: ESTATIC
MUSIC: Doom Song!
Poll So?
Character: Chisame Hasegawa/Chiu-chan (You can find a pic of both of, uh, her, right here.)
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Character Age: 14
Canon: Chisame is an anti-social, bitter girl in real life, who is nearly always trembling with suppressed outrage. She is obsessed with everyone around her being a "freak" or "weirdo," especially her ten-year-old English teacher Negi. To be fair, it turns out she's actually right about this--he's a wizard. But her own great secret is that every day after school she goes home to her dorm/studio and dresses up in various slutty cosplay outfits, then posts pictures to her extremely popular camgirl website as "Chiu-chan," as part of her secret plan to rule the men of the Internet with sex appeal. When cosplaying, her voice and personality change completely, she speaks in third person, and she acts like a typical overly-cute innocent schoolgirl. She can flip from one personality to the other on a dime. She is in serious denial about the fact that there is anything at all out of the ordinary about her lifestyle. When challenged, she tends to flip out and begin plotting to kill the nearest person to preserve her "secret identity."
I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW there was something seriously, freakishly wrong with that little brat!
Negi-sensei stopped by my dorm uninvited to "check up" on me and, as I lovingly plotted yet again to kill him (with the end of my magical girl wand to his eye--the giant plastic carrot to the skull didn't work out last time), he sneezed. This time, instead of all my clothes suddenly flying off like usual, I flew into a wall of some sort and blacked out--and when I woke up I was on the ground in the middle of some damned forest on a pile of lace and velvet. I guess my cosplay stuff cushioned my fall. Precious, precious bunnygirl costume! Miss Chiu loves you, yes she does!
Ahem.
I don't know what he did to Mahora Middle School, but I was glad to be rid of him and the rest of my jackass classmates until I noticed some other freak wandering my way. I was still wearing the magical girl outfit and the guy smelled terrible, so I assumed it was one of my many Internet fanboys and tried to act all happy to see this sad loser. I guess I was a little too convincing because the bastard tried getting all grabby with me! NOBODY grabs Chiu-chan, nobody! Chiu is too young and innocent and pure for dirty, nasty things like that! And if my fanbase finds out I pad my bra . . . ulp.
It was so disgusting (and potentially career-threatening) that on impulse I stabbed the creep in the eye with my wand, just as I had been wishing I could do to dear "Sensei" when all this shit started. I'd be guilty, but he was slightly creepier than the average Chiu fan. Slightly. Probably another supernatural weirdo like the ones I was starting to hope I'd gotten away from--like I could ever be so lucky. I'm pretty sure he was still twitching when I left him there.
I stumbled upon some cabins and have been hanging out behind one, doing my best to ignore the idiots around me, while I got my laptop set to piggyback off the wireless network they have for some reason. My kind of camp! Actually, I haven't been molested by anyone else yet, and nobody's sneezed my clothes off for the billionth time, so this day's going better than usual for me so far. I don't know what happened to the first freak, but it turns out it's really hard to get eye juice stains off of polished white wood. My secret life as Chiu-chan is in danger! Who's going to send fanmail to a magical girl with a bloody-ended wand?
Ergh. I wish I hadn't had that train of thought.
Speaking of which, I'd better go check my homepage and make sure the hits haven't dropped off in my absence. I need to do up a whole new magical girl outfit along with the wand, too, if I can find some materials hanging around this campsite. The pink one's shot. I've been promising to update chiu.co.jp with a new costume anyway, and I won't attract many new fans with the "torn, bloody, yet frilly and revealing dress" look.
. . . Wait, what the hell was I thinking just then? I need to find a webcam RIGHT NOW!
Okay, everyone! Let's all smile and have a good time today! Chiu-chan loves you all and is ready to play with you, so put on a happy-happy face and let's clap together for cuteness! Heehee! ~_^
Poll So?
Character: Ranma Saotome
Series: Ranma 1/2 (http://furinkan.com/characters/ranma.html)
Character Age: 17 (after the end of the manga series)
: There's three important things to know about Ranma:
1) he's an insanely good martial artist with a huge ego, 2) he has
three fiancees (at the same time), plus a third girl chasing
him who wishes she was a fiancee, all of whom are also insanely good
martial artists, and 3) he turns into a girl when exposed to cold
water. Unfortunately for him, his bravery in physical combat doesn't
at all carry over to dealing with a girls, a field in which he is a
complete wuss. His life is so weird that a summer camp with zombies,
talking crocodiles, psychic toucans and mutant fruit wouldn't phaze
him much, but that doesn't mean that there aren't other ways for CFUD
to torture him.
(mod note: all the formating, lack of accents, etc. is my fault. stupid html.)
So, I'm supposed to introduce myself to the rest of the camp with
this computer and Internet-thingy, right? Okay. My name is Ranma
Saotome, 17 years old, from Nerima ward of Tokyo, Japan. I'm a
martial artist, and heir to the Saotome School of Indiscriminate
Grappling, also known as the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. As
soon as I get out of this camp, I'll move from being heir to being
master, since I'm going to kill my dad for SELLING me as a
research subject to this camp's crazy director, PLUS giving her
power of attorney over me so SHE CAN FREAKING GET ME EVEN MORE
FIANCEES.
Okay, okay, I'm calm now. Grrrrr. Guess I should explain about
that. My lazy bastard of a father SOLD me to this psycho chick of a
director because... Eh heh heh heh. Ummmm.... MARTIAL ARTS!!!
Yeah. 'Cuz I can jump 30 feet high from a standing start, throw 50
punches so fast it looks like a single punch, shoot blasts of pure
life-force out of my hands, stuff like that. Oh please God don't
let them find out I can turn into a girl. Yeah, so she's gonna do
experiments on me and stuff, I guess.
About the fiancees: I have three fiancees... at the same time. Yeah, I know,
you're only supposed to have one, but I have three. I don't want
any of them except for Akane, and it's NOT my fault. Well, okay,
one of them is a little bit my fault, but I SWEAR I didn't know NOTHIN'
about that stupid "if you defeat a girl in combat you have to marry her" law.
The other two my old man arranged for me. Oh, and there's this psycho
gymnastics chick who isn't a fiancee (thank GOD), but she stalks
chases after me like she was one.
So, today I woke up with with a big headache in a weird
mad-scientist type lab (I shoulda KNOWN that that pork bun I found
just sitting there in my room was drugged). I was strapped down
naked to an examination table, with the psycho camp director
chick probing me and it actually felt kinda good. She told me
how she bought me from my dad to experiment on, and how she hates me
because her fiance just got murdered, while not only is my fiancee
alive, I have three of them. So she also paid my stupid old
man to get something called "power of attorney" over me so she could
torture me by giving me even more fiancees. I asked her what kind of
stupid psycho she was that she'd torture me with something that'd make
her hate me even more, but she just started probing me in even
more perverted places than before and the feel of latex surgical
gloves sliding over my naked skin really turned me on.
So if the crazy director lady tries to engage you to me, you do NOT
want to agree because she'll give you freaky looking "marital aids"
that scare the shit out of me. I mean, being engaged to me is
supposed to be torture for me, so the director will probably do
something crazy to you, like slipping you drugs to make you as loony
as she is except I have this bad feeling that all of you are
already completely bonkers. Also, if my fiancees back in Nerima
find out that you're engaged to me, they'll KILL me you. I
ain't kidding, they will kill you and get their hands on
those scary marital aids and I gotta escape from this stupid camp
NOW. So I ain't getting engaged to no one, or marrying no one, or
dating no one, or even kissing no one since I'm saving myself for
Akane.
Poll So?
Character: Delirium
Series: Sandman
Character Age: ? (old, but appears young)
Canon: Was once Delight but escaped into madness to become Delirium.
Completely insane. Though she often seems to be happy i.e. delirious,
it's always tinged with the taint of desperation. Her conversation is
largely babbling but she often seems to know more than you'd think.
She's a bit naive about people, hiding in insanity. Yet she's also
pretty powerful because she's so changeable. You can't beat madness.
(mod node: "punctuation and such have been skewed to fit into Delirium's speech patterns," says the application.)
Mmmm.. I followed the butterfly. It's not made of butter. Butter is
good on toast. Feels squishy between your toooeeess. Like the mud here. And the
pretty lizards with the teeth. Saw them eat a little girl. Chompchomp.
Bye Bye Sunday dress. So impressive you know? The neighbors must be
green with envy.
A dress so pretty. So fine. Made of GOLDfish. Moaning flesh.
Dead but they can cry. POORme poorME littleoldme. So hungry.
She can turn the world on with her SMILE.
Dead girl. So dead, red blood on the ground. Trapped in a well, Timmy.
Call Lassie. She's a good dog. She follows the moon and turns men into
animals. OOh the ghost speaks to you but you can't hear. Screaming is
fun. YAWP!
The light led me here. The little souls that fly. I like the
raindrops. They taste of sunshine. Ah but there's the rub. What dreams
may come? DREAM is dead yes yes he is. Died a long time ago.
Though DEATH didn't take him. Ahhh I heard the news todayOHBOY.
Luckyluckylucky. I like the pretty things. So BLUE when the eyes
strike the flint before the rock. prettypretty cold sing puppy love, i
think the dead girl whispers to you, i think she wants your soul.
Can't have mine. I lost it. Locked it up, put it in the Apple's
pocket. The fishies know.
Poll So?
Character: Suzushiro Haruka
Series: My-HiME
Character Age: 17
Canon: Haruka is head of the Executive Committee, a branch of the
powerful Fuuka Academy Student Council responsible for enforcing
school regulations. She is a loudmouthed, pushy, totalitarian control
freak; easily deceived; somewhat homophobic; and prone to tantrums and
shouting when things don't go her way. (Oh, and she tends to mangle
figures of speech.) Fortunately, she's also straightforward, honest,
and courageous to the point of insanity. Haruka's best friend is
Kikukawa Yukino, her nerdy and introverted second-in-command, who is
head over heels in love with her (though Haruka is completely
oblivious to this fact).
So is this how they do business in America? Is this how
they treat visitors? Is this how the greatest superpower in the world
attained its vaunted status--through deception, swindles, the old
braid and switch? Because I am disappointed. No, more than
disappointed--I am angry.
This lousy affair began several weeks ago, when a brochure advertising
a leadership training camp based in the southern United States was
delivered to my house. Though my skills in this field are beyond
approach, practice does make perfect, and I also imagined I
could show the camp's organizers a thing or two, so I signed up
immediately.
The first sign that I had been scanned came when I was greeted at the
airport by a man who looked as though he was late for his own autopsy,
wearing an ill-fitting chauffeur's uniform and awash in a level of
body odor that not even my proud school's entire kendo club roster,
from elementary level on up, could match. I initially ignored him, as
the sign he was carrying read "Big-Headed Blonde Girl" as opposed to
"Suzushiro Haruka," but he let out the most hideous groans one could
ever imagine once he saw me and reckoned for me to follow him. At
this point, I was already seething from the sheer rudeness of my
supposed hosts. "Big-Headed Blonde Girl" indeed!
I'll omit the details of the drive and merely say that the last time I
was that scared for my life I had an automatic rifle pointed at me.
When we arrived, I at first assumed the chauffeur had mistakenly taken
me to his family reunion, as the camp grounds were thick with people
of similar skin tone, body odor, shambling gait, poor language skills,
loss of hair, loss of teeth, and loss of large patches of flesh on
random portions of their bodies.
For butter or for worse, this assumption proved incorrect. The first
non-disfigured person I ran into paused long enough in blasting the
chauffeur's relatives with a shotgun to explain to me that this
flighted place was, in fact, the camp. At this point, the loudspeaker
system kicked in and announced that the "latest idiot" had arrived,
and announced that said idiot was to report to girls' cabin #. Some
sort of rambling speech about murder mysteries followed, but by that
point, I wasn't really listening. Plans were beginning to take shape
in my mind.
While I am still angry at how whomever is in charge of this so-called
"camp" tricked me, I have come to see my arrival here as a breading in
disguise. It has become obvious to me that the other, non-rotting
people here have no interest in improving their situation, even if all
they do is complain about it. They lack direction. They lack focus.
They lack strong leadership! I will give that to them. I will give
them discipline and stomp out the rampant perversion that seems to be
one of the biggest obstacles preventing them from doing anything, as
one might expect. I will unite them all under my banner, and with
their talents at my command, I will topple this camp's supposed
leaders!
Though we'll have to find them first. Well, I'm sure that'll present
no problem once we have control over the camp's grounds.
Poll So?
Character: Atobe Keigo
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character Age: 15
Canon: Atobe Keigo is the charming Captain (buchou) of Hyoutei Gakuen's Tennis Club (where he is held in very high regard even by non-members) and one of Japan's top Junior High tennis players. A histrionic narcissist, he thinks the world revolves (or should revolve, if it doesn't already) around him and that he's the best thing to hit planet Earth He thinks everything about him is beautiful/great/… and is especially proud of his tennis skills. Tezuka Kunimitsu is his greatest rival because he believes that Tezuka is the best tennis player around his age. He's very rich and has servants/butlers to carry out his every order/request; in school, his schoolmate and tennis teammate Kabaji is his personal butler, whom he asks for agreement at everything by going, "na~ Kabaji?" at every turn. He likes winning and having things his way and lives a life of extravagant luxury to the boot (he carries three handphones and a GPS, had carpets and computers installed in Hyoutei's club room, etc.).
Dear Diary,
You should feel honoured. I've never written a diary in my entire glorious life, so that provides you with the highest honour of being MY very first diary. And of course, why should I start? Well, at this new summer camp that I've been sent to, there is likely to be no one (alive or great enough) to comprehend the sheer greatness of MY beautiful mind by the time we reach the end of it. And since it would be a great loss to the world for MY glorious thoughts to be forever lost to it, I come to the grand conclusion that these thoughts must be recorded. Now, if only I could convince Kabaji's parents to send him here too, I wouldn't even have to type this by myself; he can take dictation from me all the while basking in my glorious ingenuity.
Day one at this camp brings me to the not-so-amazing conclusion that my father has finally lost it. He says that *I* need to learn of different ( a.k.a. "normal") lifestyles. Firstly, it's not like *I* will ever live these 'lifestyles' I'm supposed to learn about, and secondly, I honestly doubt they'd involve zombies, which seem to be part and parcel of this summer camp. Not that I particularly mind them; they make decent target practice. After all, I can't return from here rusty; I've still got a pending rematch with Tezuka coming up.
I have now found a really good use for the Tannhäuser serve I created. It actually splits zombie bodies in two when hit correctly. After some experimenting, I've discovered that the best place to hit the ball is just above the groin. Then, the force of the ball splits the body and when the ball scoots along what was supposed to be a tennis court that is unfortunately unavailable here, it splits the rest of the body and knocks off the head at the end. Of course, the things don't die, but at least they can't move. This way, I don't have to use so many bullets from the zombie-killing gun provided.
I need a new cheering squad and a new butler. No one seems to fully appreciate my splendour around here. *sigh* I keep having to remind myself that Kabaji isn't here to agree with MY great observations and ideas. I'm sure someone will apply for the post soon though. He'll be awed by my beautiful charms. I also think we need a new chef here. These people need to be taught the meaning of fine dining. No, this place needs complete reconstruction. Even The school's showers are better.
Much to my dismay, there's only one person here who plays decent tennis. Apparently, Rikkai's Yagyuu has been sent here too -much to my amazement- without his boyfriend doubles' partner. And I thought those two were joined at the hip or elsewhere. Ah, well, maybe he can be my new butler then. Or I should perhaps try to purchase some slaves...
In any case, I'm going to regularly need cartons of tennis balls. While knocking the heads off zombies is an altogether amusing pastime, since they end up blindly stepping on each other's head and whacking each other instead of their human victims, there's only so many times I can reuse the same ball. I wouldn't even touch the ball had I not brought a pair of rubber gloves to protect my delicate hands from whatever I might have to do in this place. Those things reek and they leave... stinking stuff on the balls when they're hit. I think they need deodorant. And I should have father construct a finishing school for them nearby. They need to be taught some table-manners; their brain-gobbling antics are gross. Maybe I can employ that guy who's apparently mastered the zombie-tongue as a teacher... He should be honoured to work for the magnificent ME.
Thus another great idea is recorded here. I must have this enlightening journal published when I get back. I think I'd best bribe charm the director's fiancée's murderer into revealing himself soon, so I can return to the luxuries of my household. I heard that her brains were still there when they found her, so it can't be the zombies. Besides that, there seems to be a ridiculously small amount of people worth talking to around here. For instance, there's that rich criminal genius kid (was his name Fowl?) who at least seems to have had proper upbringing, and a precious few others. Also, the better part of my disillusioned campmates has taken to attempting to unearth each other's homosexuality instead. *sigh*
When will these lesser beings ever come close to me in magnificence?"
Poll So?
Character: Mel ( http://c-uncut.com/media/s3-mel.jpg )
Series: Suikoden III ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suikoden )
Character Age: 15
Canon: The first thing most people notice about Mel is the puppet she carries around all the time, the fire-breathing 'devil's doll' Branky. Branky is loud, brazen and crass, and the two constantly argue. Mel insists that this isn't her fault; that Branky literally has a mind of his (her? its?) own, and continues to disobey despite her frequently punishing him. They actually make a pretty powerful team when working together: Mel is quite good with Lightning and Fire magic, and Branky loves tearing things apart with his fangs and claws. After the war ended, Mel left, telling everyone she was off to visit Branky's hometown...
Sample Post: ...Stupid Branky. Should've known better than to let his 'instincts' lead the way. "I know where I'm going, Mel; just shut up and do what I say for once! Hurry up!" Hah. Like he was the one doing all the walking here...
All I wanted to do was see where Branky came from and maybe leave him there, is that so wrong? Last thing I expected to run into was a bunch of walking dead men with wandering eyes... and hands, and feet, and nastier bits. ...I mean, I guess the rudeness makes sense, but I'd figured Branky's family would be, you know... furrier. And livelier. And not smell like rotted meat, and have the courtesy to stay down after getting electrocuted a few dozen times. Maybe this 'shotgun' would help, but it's kind of hard to handle, especially with only one hand free... and Branky won't help hold it 'cause he hates the taste of metal.
...And okay, maybe pounding his head against a tree so he'd shut up wasn't the brightest move, but really, telling me the smell wasn't that bad? Plus saying that maybe those purple monkeys might help if I asked... hah. That didn't work too well...
At least he's a lot quieter now, and those creepy men can't climb up here, so I should be safe for a few minutes... Though they've sure been trying hard. I thought for sure they'd stop after their hands broke off, but hey, serves them right. I'm sure I'm just imagining those birds watching me. Lots of people tell me I've got an overactive imagination...
But, uh, still... if any cute guys non-dead people happen to notice the pretty girl sitting up in a tree by the lake, could you maybe come help me out? I'd really appreciate it, thanks...
Poll So?
Character: Keiji Saga
Series: D.N. Angel (Manga only)
Character Age: (Somewhere around) 18
Canon: Keiji Saga is a famous, widely known (and loved) impresario (as he says so himself). The owner of Saga Entertainment, he basically is known by every woman, and uses his power to influence others into doing what he wants them to do. And, if they resist, he forces them into doing it (especially if forcing the subject into stripping is involved). He has hordes of manslaves assistants, including a 'secretary' by the name of Funabashi, whose job seems to provide Saga with support, and be the only sane one (as well as thwart his employer's plans of world domination). More or less, Saga is a stalker with a Daisuke fetish, constantly armed with some sort of recording device who is more interested in attractive men and money than anything else.
(mod note: super random canon funny bit! the first time he ever meets Daisuke, Keiji attempts to forcibly remove his clothing. i know i swooned.)
I missed the mandatory nude day. Do you have any idea how terribly unfortunate that is? I could have gotten footage and sold it and shown off what four months of gym trips and three tanning sessions have done to this gorgeous body. I would have been a millionaire. Nude, attractive people, stuck in the middle of a camp filled with zombies, forced to survive each other, while -nude-. It'd be like Girls Gone Wild, except with a twist (and both sexes on each other).
This camp is perfect for a filming gig. If I'm lucky, I might even get to catch action shots of zombies eating the brains of innocent campers (don't worry, Funabashi, I'll interfere if it looks life threatening. Especially if I could make myself out to be the hero in the situation--imagine that, Keiji Saga the Zombie Slayer). I managed to sneak along a video recorder and a normal camera and enough film to last forever. I might need to put to use my emergency secret surveillance camera kit, too. Just incase I decide to turn this into a documentary, I need to have a shower scene thrown in as a secret weapon.
This is one of the best locations we've ever found. It's got everything going for it. Interesting people who naturally have their own dramatic problems and interact so well with each other, a land born croc on the loose, co-ed campers, zombies, a murder mystery, and naturally blossoming romances and rivalries. Blockbuster plot. Best of all: it doesn't even need a script.
Forget a documentary. Reality TV, eat your heart out. Saga Entertainment is taking you down. It's the latest craze. We need to take the next step up from our Male Teen Idol contest. Niwa's at this camp too, you know. I'm sure he wouldn't mind shooting another commercial for this latest prospect in the meantime...
P.S.: Look for 'Campers Gone Wild' in a store near you, which will be released within the next month or so. Or, if you order it directly from Saga Entertainment, and pay with a credit card, you'll get 'Zombies: Uncut! Uncensored! Undead!' free!
P.P.S.: Anyone want to see my webcam? I may have missed Mandatory Nude Day, but hell, I have to show off what my money bought me somehow.
Poll So?
Character: Sumeragi Hokuto
Series: Tokyo Babylon/X
Character Age: 16, when killed.
Canon: Hokuto is (was) the twin sister to Subaru, and possesses some small Onmyouji talent. She's also hyper, loud, prone to dressing herself and others in bizarre costumes (and ever so slightly unhinged). Setting her brother up with Sakurazuka Seishirou was her main ambition before she realized he was the Sakurazukamori, evil cherry-tree wielding assassin. In order to save her brother, she had Seishirou kill her (by inserting his hand through his chest and feeding her to his evil cherry tree). Hokuto is short and slight, with brilliant green eyes and short black hair.
The afterlife is surprisingly un-tree-like.
Oh, there are /trees/, of course. Lots of them, in a swamp. But there is a noticeable lack of The Tree, the Sakurazukamori's pride and joy (which is always flowering. ALWAYS. Honestly, Sei-chan, someone's going to think you're trying to compensate for something...No, Hokuto - don't think that! Your little brother's future husband is...an assasin, but still, he is a shining example of manhood!).
I wish Subaru were here. I also wish I weren't dead...(positive thoughts, Hokuto, positive thoughts!)...but Subaru could deal with the masses of undead...And, yes, I suppose I am also a part of this group, but these undead are sooooo sub-par - no style, no flair! You'll never get anywhere moping and stumbling and moaning for 'braaaains' all your...afterlife.
And their clothes. Their /clothes/!.......MY CLOTHES! Did Sei-chan really need to leave me here in blood-stained robes with a hole in them?! Yes, I'm happy that that hole no longer extends through my chest, but blood! In white!
Even with the stains, I'm winning compared to some of the others here. I don't know if they're dead too - I don't think so - ...but they STILL lose! Some of these people have /wonderful/ figures and wear clothes that do nothing for them - they're /worse/ than my brother - I may just have to chose clothes for the whole camp. They keep talking about a crime they need to solve, but I know where I can be of more use!
Come on, Hokuto - just think of all the good you can do here - if there has been a crime here, then it is surely a crime against fashion! Death is no excuse for poor clothing choices, and being alive is hardly one either. The girls aren't so bad, but some of the boys here are NEVER going to get decent husbands if they continue on in this fashion!
...I think that there is much work for me to do here.
OHOHOHOHO!
Poll So?
*sulk*
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Character: Gir
Series: Invader Zim
Canon: Gir is the robot who is disguised typically as a dog that accompanies Invader Zim in his conquest to conquered earth. He is completely and utterly random and unhelpful in this quest and often times his randomness causes entire plans to fall apart. His voice is squeaky and high pitched with lots of alterations as he speaks. He is hyper and loves to sing randomly and probably has an extreme case of ADHD. He loves just about everyone and everything and is not the brightest cat in town. This may be on account of that he has a brain that consists of a rubber band and bouncy ball. Somehow even with such limitations, he can still use the internet.
HI! My name is Gir! I luv the beach, candle light dinners and squirrels and BAKING CAKES! ^.^ I am a proud member of alcoholic anonymous and I like to BAKE CAKES! ..Baking cakes is fun and so is Chasing squirrels! Today, I met this girl squirrel names Stephanie…. She was very pretty…then a zombie ate him…::EYES TURN RED:: THEN I DESIMATED THE KID’S BODY USING FULL PHOTON CANONS.. zombies are stinky when fried…..then I was happy and baked a cake!
Zim is going to a camp called CAMP FUCK YOU DIE. It sounds fun! He tells me not to come so I can protect the base…but I love camping so I snuck into his supply area of his ship. There was stuff in there so I dumped it out! I am going to bring my blankie and pillow! It will be fun! Then I found myself dumped out here! It’s like Zim dumped me here or something! ^.^; Zim says that I never help…but I do…I luv Zim! ^.^ I made a pigeon of DOOM for him! DOOM!? DOOM! I wanna sing the DOOM song for you! DOOM DOOM DOOM DOOM ….DOOM ….DOOM DOOM DOOM DO-OM DOOOM DOM DOOM DOOM!
O yea… I almost forgotz! I found a stinky dead old body today when I gotz to camp….and I SOLD it on e-bay! YAY camp is going to be fun! O, Look a rock!
Mood: ESTATIC
MUSIC: Doom Song!
Poll So?
Character: Chisame Hasegawa/Chiu-chan (You can find a pic of both of, uh, her, right here.)
Series: Mahou Sensei Negima!
Character Age: 14
Canon: Chisame is an anti-social, bitter girl in real life, who is nearly always trembling with suppressed outrage. She is obsessed with everyone around her being a "freak" or "weirdo," especially her ten-year-old English teacher Negi. To be fair, it turns out she's actually right about this--he's a wizard. But her own great secret is that every day after school she goes home to her dorm/studio and dresses up in various slutty cosplay outfits, then posts pictures to her extremely popular camgirl website as "Chiu-chan," as part of her secret plan to rule the men of the Internet with sex appeal. When cosplaying, her voice and personality change completely, she speaks in third person, and she acts like a typical overly-cute innocent schoolgirl. She can flip from one personality to the other on a dime. She is in serious denial about the fact that there is anything at all out of the ordinary about her lifestyle. When challenged, she tends to flip out and begin plotting to kill the nearest person to preserve her "secret identity."
I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW there was something seriously, freakishly wrong with that little brat!
Negi-sensei stopped by my dorm uninvited to "check up" on me and, as I lovingly plotted yet again to kill him (with the end of my magical girl wand to his eye--the giant plastic carrot to the skull didn't work out last time), he sneezed. This time, instead of all my clothes suddenly flying off like usual, I flew into a wall of some sort and blacked out--and when I woke up I was on the ground in the middle of some damned forest on a pile of lace and velvet. I guess my cosplay stuff cushioned my fall. Precious, precious bunnygirl costume! Miss Chiu loves you, yes she does!
Ahem.
I don't know what he did to Mahora Middle School, but I was glad to be rid of him and the rest of my jackass classmates until I noticed some other freak wandering my way. I was still wearing the magical girl outfit and the guy smelled terrible, so I assumed it was one of my many Internet fanboys and tried to act all happy to see this sad loser. I guess I was a little too convincing because the bastard tried getting all grabby with me! NOBODY grabs Chiu-chan, nobody! Chiu is too young and innocent and pure for dirty, nasty things like that! And if my fanbase finds out I pad my bra . . . ulp.
It was so disgusting (and potentially career-threatening) that on impulse I stabbed the creep in the eye with my wand, just as I had been wishing I could do to dear "Sensei" when all this shit started. I'd be guilty, but he was slightly creepier than the average Chiu fan. Slightly. Probably another supernatural weirdo like the ones I was starting to hope I'd gotten away from--like I could ever be so lucky. I'm pretty sure he was still twitching when I left him there.
I stumbled upon some cabins and have been hanging out behind one, doing my best to ignore the idiots around me, while I got my laptop set to piggyback off the wireless network they have for some reason. My kind of camp! Actually, I haven't been molested by anyone else yet, and nobody's sneezed my clothes off for the billionth time, so this day's going better than usual for me so far. I don't know what happened to the first freak, but it turns out it's really hard to get eye juice stains off of polished white wood. My secret life as Chiu-chan is in danger! Who's going to send fanmail to a magical girl with a bloody-ended wand?
Ergh. I wish I hadn't had that train of thought.
Speaking of which, I'd better go check my homepage and make sure the hits haven't dropped off in my absence. I need to do up a whole new magical girl outfit along with the wand, too, if I can find some materials hanging around this campsite. The pink one's shot. I've been promising to update chiu.co.jp with a new costume anyway, and I won't attract many new fans with the "torn, bloody, yet frilly and revealing dress" look.
. . . Wait, what the hell was I thinking just then? I need to find a webcam RIGHT NOW!
Okay, everyone! Let's all smile and have a good time today! Chiu-chan loves you all and is ready to play with you, so put on a happy-happy face and let's clap together for cuteness! Heehee! ~_^
Poll So?
Character: Ranma Saotome
Series: Ranma 1/2 (http://furinkan.com/characters/ranma.html)
Character Age: 17 (after the end of the manga series)
: There's three important things to know about Ranma:
1) he's an insanely good martial artist with a huge ego, 2) he has
three fiancees (at the same time), plus a third girl chasing
him who wishes she was a fiancee, all of whom are also insanely good
martial artists, and 3) he turns into a girl when exposed to cold
water. Unfortunately for him, his bravery in physical combat doesn't
at all carry over to dealing with a girls, a field in which he is a
complete wuss. His life is so weird that a summer camp with zombies,
talking crocodiles, psychic toucans and mutant fruit wouldn't phaze
him much, but that doesn't mean that there aren't other ways for CFUD
to torture him.
(mod note: all the formating, lack of accents, etc. is my fault. stupid html.)
So, I'm supposed to introduce myself to the rest of the camp with
this computer and Internet-thingy, right? Okay. My name is Ranma
Saotome, 17 years old, from Nerima ward of Tokyo, Japan. I'm a
martial artist, and heir to the Saotome School of Indiscriminate
Grappling, also known as the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts. As
soon as I get out of this camp, I'll move from being heir to being
master, since I'm going to kill my dad for SELLING me as a
research subject to this camp's crazy director, PLUS giving her
power of attorney over me so SHE CAN FREAKING GET ME EVEN MORE
FIANCEES.
Okay, okay, I'm calm now. Grrrrr. Guess I should explain about
that. My lazy bastard of a father SOLD me to this psycho chick of a
director because... Eh heh heh heh. Ummmm.... MARTIAL ARTS!!!
Yeah. 'Cuz I can jump 30 feet high from a standing start, throw 50
punches so fast it looks like a single punch, shoot blasts of pure
life-force out of my hands, stuff like that. Oh please God don't
let them find out I can turn into a girl. Yeah, so she's gonna do
experiments on me and stuff, I guess.
About the fiancees: I have three fiancees... at the same time. Yeah, I know,
you're only supposed to have one, but I have three. I don't want
any of them except for Akane, and it's NOT my fault. Well, okay,
one of them is a little bit my fault, but I SWEAR I didn't know NOTHIN'
about that stupid "if you defeat a girl in combat you have to marry her" law.
The other two my old man arranged for me. Oh, and there's this psycho
gymnastics chick who isn't a fiancee (thank GOD), but she stalks
chases after me like she was one.
So, today I woke up with with a big headache in a weird
mad-scientist type lab (I shoulda KNOWN that that pork bun I found
just sitting there in my room was drugged). I was strapped down
naked to an examination table, with the psycho camp director
chick probing me and it actually felt kinda good. She told me
how she bought me from my dad to experiment on, and how she hates me
because her fiance just got murdered, while not only is my fiancee
alive, I have three of them. So she also paid my stupid old
man to get something called "power of attorney" over me so she could
torture me by giving me even more fiancees. I asked her what kind of
stupid psycho she was that she'd torture me with something that'd make
her hate me even more, but she just started probing me in even
more perverted places than before and the feel of latex surgical
gloves sliding over my naked skin really turned me on.
So if the crazy director lady tries to engage you to me, you do NOT
want to agree because she'll give you freaky looking "marital aids"
that scare the shit out of me. I mean, being engaged to me is
supposed to be torture for me, so the director will probably do
something crazy to you, like slipping you drugs to make you as loony
as she is except I have this bad feeling that all of you are
already completely bonkers. Also, if my fiancees back in Nerima
find out that you're engaged to me, they'll KILL me you. I
ain't kidding, they will kill you and get their hands on
those scary marital aids and I gotta escape from this stupid camp
NOW. So I ain't getting engaged to no one, or marrying no one, or
dating no one, or even kissing no one since I'm saving myself for
Akane.
Poll So?
Character: Delirium
Series: Sandman
Character Age: ? (old, but appears young)
Canon: Was once Delight but escaped into madness to become Delirium.
Completely insane. Though she often seems to be happy i.e. delirious,
it's always tinged with the taint of desperation. Her conversation is
largely babbling but she often seems to know more than you'd think.
She's a bit naive about people, hiding in insanity. Yet she's also
pretty powerful because she's so changeable. You can't beat madness.
(mod node: "punctuation and such have been skewed to fit into Delirium's speech patterns," says the application.)
Mmmm.. I followed the butterfly. It's not made of butter. Butter is
good on toast. Feels squishy between your toooeeess. Like the mud here. And the
pretty lizards with the teeth. Saw them eat a little girl. Chompchomp.
Bye Bye Sunday dress. So impressive you know? The neighbors must be
green with envy.
A dress so pretty. So fine. Made of GOLDfish. Moaning flesh.
Dead but they can cry. POORme poorME littleoldme. So hungry.
She can turn the world on with her SMILE.
Dead girl. So dead, red blood on the ground. Trapped in a well, Timmy.
Call Lassie. She's a good dog. She follows the moon and turns men into
animals. OOh the ghost speaks to you but you can't hear. Screaming is
fun. YAWP!
The light led me here. The little souls that fly. I like the
raindrops. They taste of sunshine. Ah but there's the rub. What dreams
may come? DREAM is dead yes yes he is. Died a long time ago.
Though DEATH didn't take him. Ahhh I heard the news todayOHBOY.
Luckyluckylucky. I like the pretty things. So BLUE when the eyes
strike the flint before the rock. prettypretty cold sing puppy love, i
think the dead girl whispers to you, i think she wants your soul.
Can't have mine. I lost it. Locked it up, put it in the Apple's
pocket. The fishies know.
Poll So?
Character: Suzushiro Haruka
Series: My-HiME
Character Age: 17
Canon: Haruka is head of the Executive Committee, a branch of the
powerful Fuuka Academy Student Council responsible for enforcing
school regulations. She is a loudmouthed, pushy, totalitarian control
freak; easily deceived; somewhat homophobic; and prone to tantrums and
shouting when things don't go her way. (Oh, and she tends to mangle
figures of speech.) Fortunately, she's also straightforward, honest,
and courageous to the point of insanity. Haruka's best friend is
Kikukawa Yukino, her nerdy and introverted second-in-command, who is
head over heels in love with her (though Haruka is completely
oblivious to this fact).
So is this how they do business in America? Is this how
they treat visitors? Is this how the greatest superpower in the world
attained its vaunted status--through deception, swindles, the old
braid and switch? Because I am disappointed. No, more than
disappointed--I am angry.
This lousy affair began several weeks ago, when a brochure advertising
a leadership training camp based in the southern United States was
delivered to my house. Though my skills in this field are beyond
approach, practice does make perfect, and I also imagined I
could show the camp's organizers a thing or two, so I signed up
immediately.
The first sign that I had been scanned came when I was greeted at the
airport by a man who looked as though he was late for his own autopsy,
wearing an ill-fitting chauffeur's uniform and awash in a level of
body odor that not even my proud school's entire kendo club roster,
from elementary level on up, could match. I initially ignored him, as
the sign he was carrying read "Big-Headed Blonde Girl" as opposed to
"Suzushiro Haruka," but he let out the most hideous groans one could
ever imagine once he saw me and reckoned for me to follow him. At
this point, I was already seething from the sheer rudeness of my
supposed hosts. "Big-Headed Blonde Girl" indeed!
I'll omit the details of the drive and merely say that the last time I
was that scared for my life I had an automatic rifle pointed at me.
When we arrived, I at first assumed the chauffeur had mistakenly taken
me to his family reunion, as the camp grounds were thick with people
of similar skin tone, body odor, shambling gait, poor language skills,
loss of hair, loss of teeth, and loss of large patches of flesh on
random portions of their bodies.
For butter or for worse, this assumption proved incorrect. The first
non-disfigured person I ran into paused long enough in blasting the
chauffeur's relatives with a shotgun to explain to me that this
flighted place was, in fact, the camp. At this point, the loudspeaker
system kicked in and announced that the "latest idiot" had arrived,
and announced that said idiot was to report to girls' cabin #. Some
sort of rambling speech about murder mysteries followed, but by that
point, I wasn't really listening. Plans were beginning to take shape
in my mind.
While I am still angry at how whomever is in charge of this so-called
"camp" tricked me, I have come to see my arrival here as a breading in
disguise. It has become obvious to me that the other, non-rotting
people here have no interest in improving their situation, even if all
they do is complain about it. They lack direction. They lack focus.
They lack strong leadership! I will give that to them. I will give
them discipline and stomp out the rampant perversion that seems to be
one of the biggest obstacles preventing them from doing anything, as
one might expect. I will unite them all under my banner, and with
their talents at my command, I will topple this camp's supposed
leaders!
Though we'll have to find them first. Well, I'm sure that'll present
no problem once we have control over the camp's grounds.
Poll So?
Character: Atobe Keigo
Series: Prince of Tennis
Character Age: 15
Canon: Atobe Keigo is the charming Captain (buchou) of Hyoutei Gakuen's Tennis Club (where he is held in very high regard even by non-members) and one of Japan's top Junior High tennis players. A histrionic narcissist, he thinks the world revolves (or should revolve, if it doesn't already) around him and that he's the best thing to hit planet Earth He thinks everything about him is beautiful/great/… and is especially proud of his tennis skills. Tezuka Kunimitsu is his greatest rival because he believes that Tezuka is the best tennis player around his age. He's very rich and has servants/butlers to carry out his every order/request; in school, his schoolmate and tennis teammate Kabaji is his personal butler, whom he asks for agreement at everything by going, "na~ Kabaji?" at every turn. He likes winning and having things his way and lives a life of extravagant luxury to the boot (he carries three handphones and a GPS, had carpets and computers installed in Hyoutei's club room, etc.).
Dear Diary,
You should feel honoured. I've never written a diary in my entire glorious life, so that provides you with the highest honour of being MY very first diary. And of course, why should I start? Well, at this new summer camp that I've been sent to, there is likely to be no one (alive or great enough) to comprehend the sheer greatness of MY beautiful mind by the time we reach the end of it. And since it would be a great loss to the world for MY glorious thoughts to be forever lost to it, I come to the grand conclusion that these thoughts must be recorded. Now, if only I could convince Kabaji's parents to send him here too, I wouldn't even have to type this by myself; he can take dictation from me all the while basking in my glorious ingenuity.
Day one at this camp brings me to the not-so-amazing conclusion that my father has finally lost it. He says that *I* need to learn of different ( a.k.a. "normal") lifestyles. Firstly, it's not like *I* will ever live these 'lifestyles' I'm supposed to learn about, and secondly, I honestly doubt they'd involve zombies, which seem to be part and parcel of this summer camp. Not that I particularly mind them; they make decent target practice. After all, I can't return from here rusty; I've still got a pending rematch with Tezuka coming up.
I have now found a really good use for the Tannhäuser serve I created. It actually splits zombie bodies in two when hit correctly. After some experimenting, I've discovered that the best place to hit the ball is just above the groin. Then, the force of the ball splits the body and when the ball scoots along what was supposed to be a tennis court that is unfortunately unavailable here, it splits the rest of the body and knocks off the head at the end. Of course, the things don't die, but at least they can't move. This way, I don't have to use so many bullets from the zombie-killing gun provided.
I need a new cheering squad and a new butler. No one seems to fully appreciate my splendour around here. *sigh* I keep having to remind myself that Kabaji isn't here to agree with MY great observations and ideas. I'm sure someone will apply for the post soon though. He'll be awed by my beautiful charms. I also think we need a new chef here. These people need to be taught the meaning of fine dining. No, this place needs complete reconstruction. Even The school's showers are better.
Much to my dismay, there's only one person here who plays decent tennis. Apparently, Rikkai's Yagyuu has been sent here too -much to my amazement- without his boyfriend doubles' partner. And I thought those two were joined at the hip or elsewhere. Ah, well, maybe he can be my new butler then. Or I should perhaps try to purchase some slaves...
In any case, I'm going to regularly need cartons of tennis balls. While knocking the heads off zombies is an altogether amusing pastime, since they end up blindly stepping on each other's head and whacking each other instead of their human victims, there's only so many times I can reuse the same ball. I wouldn't even touch the ball had I not brought a pair of rubber gloves to protect my delicate hands from whatever I might have to do in this place. Those things reek and they leave... stinking stuff on the balls when they're hit. I think they need deodorant. And I should have father construct a finishing school for them nearby. They need to be taught some table-manners; their brain-gobbling antics are gross. Maybe I can employ that guy who's apparently mastered the zombie-tongue as a teacher... He should be honoured to work for the magnificent ME.
Thus another great idea is recorded here. I must have this enlightening journal published when I get back. I think I'd best bribe charm the director's fiancée's murderer into revealing himself soon, so I can return to the luxuries of my household. I heard that her brains were still there when they found her, so it can't be the zombies. Besides that, there seems to be a ridiculously small amount of people worth talking to around here. For instance, there's that rich criminal genius kid (was his name Fowl?) who at least seems to have had proper upbringing, and a precious few others. Also, the better part of my disillusioned campmates has taken to attempting to unearth each other's homosexuality instead. *sigh*
When will these lesser beings ever come close to me in magnificence?"
Poll So?
Character: Mel ( http://c-uncut.com/media/s3-mel.jpg )
Series: Suikoden III ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suikoden )
Character Age: 15
Canon: The first thing most people notice about Mel is the puppet she carries around all the time, the fire-breathing 'devil's doll' Branky. Branky is loud, brazen and crass, and the two constantly argue. Mel insists that this isn't her fault; that Branky literally has a mind of his (her? its?) own, and continues to disobey despite her frequently punishing him. They actually make a pretty powerful team when working together: Mel is quite good with Lightning and Fire magic, and Branky loves tearing things apart with his fangs and claws. After the war ended, Mel left, telling everyone she was off to visit Branky's hometown...
Sample Post: ...Stupid Branky. Should've known better than to let his 'instincts' lead the way. "I know where I'm going, Mel; just shut up and do what I say for once! Hurry up!" Hah. Like he was the one doing all the walking here...
All I wanted to do was see where Branky came from and maybe leave him there, is that so wrong? Last thing I expected to run into was a bunch of walking dead men with wandering eyes... and hands, and feet, and nastier bits. ...I mean, I guess the rudeness makes sense, but I'd figured Branky's family would be, you know... furrier. And livelier. And not smell like rotted meat, and have the courtesy to stay down after getting electrocuted a few dozen times. Maybe this 'shotgun' would help, but it's kind of hard to handle, especially with only one hand free... and Branky won't help hold it 'cause he hates the taste of metal.
...And okay, maybe pounding his head against a tree so he'd shut up wasn't the brightest move, but really, telling me the smell wasn't that bad? Plus saying that maybe those purple monkeys might help if I asked... hah. That didn't work too well...
At least he's a lot quieter now, and those creepy men can't climb up here, so I should be safe for a few minutes... Though they've sure been trying hard. I thought for sure they'd stop after their hands broke off, but hey, serves them right. I'm sure I'm just imagining those birds watching me. Lots of people tell me I've got an overactive imagination...
But, uh, still... if any cute guys non-dead people happen to notice the pretty girl sitting up in a tree by the lake, could you maybe come help me out? I'd really appreciate it, thanks...
Poll So?
Character: Keiji Saga
Series: D.N. Angel (Manga only)
Character Age: (Somewhere around) 18
Canon: Keiji Saga is a famous, widely known (and loved) impresario (as he says so himself). The owner of Saga Entertainment, he basically is known by every woman, and uses his power to influence others into doing what he wants them to do. And, if they resist, he forces them into doing it (especially if forcing the subject into stripping is involved). He has hordes of manslaves assistants, including a 'secretary' by the name of Funabashi, whose job seems to provide Saga with support, and be the only sane one (as well as thwart his employer's plans of world domination). More or less, Saga is a stalker with a Daisuke fetish, constantly armed with some sort of recording device who is more interested in attractive men and money than anything else.
(mod note: super random canon funny bit! the first time he ever meets Daisuke, Keiji attempts to forcibly remove his clothing. i know i swooned.)
I missed the mandatory nude day. Do you have any idea how terribly unfortunate that is? I could have gotten footage and sold it and shown off what four months of gym trips and three tanning sessions have done to this gorgeous body. I would have been a millionaire. Nude, attractive people, stuck in the middle of a camp filled with zombies, forced to survive each other, while -nude-. It'd be like Girls Gone Wild, except with a twist (and both sexes on each other).
This camp is perfect for a filming gig. If I'm lucky, I might even get to catch action shots of zombies eating the brains of innocent campers (don't worry, Funabashi, I'll interfere if it looks life threatening. Especially if I could make myself out to be the hero in the situation--imagine that, Keiji Saga the Zombie Slayer). I managed to sneak along a video recorder and a normal camera and enough film to last forever. I might need to put to use my emergency secret surveillance camera kit, too. Just incase I decide to turn this into a documentary, I need to have a shower scene thrown in as a secret weapon.
This is one of the best locations we've ever found. It's got everything going for it. Interesting people who naturally have their own dramatic problems and interact so well with each other, a land born croc on the loose, co-ed campers, zombies, a murder mystery, and naturally blossoming romances and rivalries. Blockbuster plot. Best of all: it doesn't even need a script.
Forget a documentary. Reality TV, eat your heart out. Saga Entertainment is taking you down. It's the latest craze. We need to take the next step up from our Male Teen Idol contest. Niwa's at this camp too, you know. I'm sure he wouldn't mind shooting another commercial for this latest prospect in the meantime...
P.S.: Look for 'Campers Gone Wild' in a store near you, which will be released within the next month or so. Or, if you order it directly from Saga Entertainment, and pay with a credit card, you'll get 'Zombies: Uncut! Uncensored! Undead!' free!
P.P.S.: Anyone want to see my webcam? I may have missed Mandatory Nude Day, but hell, I have to show off what my money bought me somehow.
Poll So?
Character: Sumeragi Hokuto
Series: Tokyo Babylon/X
Character Age: 16, when killed.
Canon: Hokuto is (was) the twin sister to Subaru, and possesses some small Onmyouji talent. She's also hyper, loud, prone to dressing herself and others in bizarre costumes (and ever so slightly unhinged). Setting her brother up with Sakurazuka Seishirou was her main ambition before she realized he was the Sakurazukamori, evil cherry-tree wielding assassin. In order to save her brother, she had Seishirou kill her (by inserting his hand through his chest and feeding her to his evil cherry tree). Hokuto is short and slight, with brilliant green eyes and short black hair.
The afterlife is surprisingly un-tree-like.
Oh, there are /trees/, of course. Lots of them, in a swamp. But there is a noticeable lack of The Tree, the Sakurazukamori's pride and joy (which is always flowering. ALWAYS. Honestly, Sei-chan, someone's going to think you're trying to compensate for something...No, Hokuto - don't think that! Your little brother's future husband is...an assasin, but still, he is a shining example of manhood!).
I wish Subaru were here. I also wish I weren't dead...(positive thoughts, Hokuto, positive thoughts!)...but Subaru could deal with the masses of undead...And, yes, I suppose I am also a part of this group, but these undead are sooooo sub-par - no style, no flair! You'll never get anywhere moping and stumbling and moaning for 'braaaains' all your...afterlife.
And their clothes. Their /clothes/!.......MY CLOTHES! Did Sei-chan really need to leave me here in blood-stained robes with a hole in them?! Yes, I'm happy that that hole no longer extends through my chest, but blood! In white!
Even with the stains, I'm winning compared to some of the others here. I don't know if they're dead too - I don't think so - ...but they STILL lose! Some of these people have /wonderful/ figures and wear clothes that do nothing for them - they're /worse/ than my brother - I may just have to chose clothes for the whole camp. They keep talking about a crime they need to solve, but I know where I can be of more use!
Come on, Hokuto - just think of all the good you can do here - if there has been a crime here, then it is surely a crime against fashion! Death is no excuse for poor clothing choices, and being alive is hardly one either. The girls aren't so bad, but some of the boys here are NEVER going to get decent husbands if they continue on in this fashion!
...I think that there is much work for me to do here.
OHOHOHOHO!
Poll So?