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F-F-FOURTH ROUND!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me if I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. CLOSED
Character: Temeraire
Series: Temeraire
Character Age: Two-and-a-half years; And at his full growth, thank you kindly.
Job: Sex Educator for Extrahuman Youth (S.E.X.Y.)
Canon: It is the turn of the nineteenth century and war rages as Napoleon leads his conquest across Europe. With his sights recently set on England, only her ships and dragons stand in- wait, what? Dragons? Yes, dragons. The Napoleonic Era just became a little more awesome. In this time, dragons may be found across the world as renowned scholars, beloved family members, clever merchants, and as powerful weapons. The titular Temeraire, with his ability to create a sonic blast called the 'divine wind', is among the most prized of the latter. Thus Temeraire and his dear captain, Will Laurence, are sent scrambling across the globe from one country to the next in a tug-of-war between monarchs, duty, and revenge.
Yet despite being such an incredibly valuable dragon, Temeraire tends to resemble nothing more than an overgrown magpie- intelligent, curious, and possessive to a fault. If something catches his interest, something shiny or someone with a new tidbit of information, he'll poke his giant nose after it. Matched with an innocent friendliness, Temeraire's commentary has no taboo topic, as everyone has learned well enough after one too many loud questions about Laurence's sex life. For all his silliness though, Temeraire is a grand dragon and proud of it. He'll boast of his accomplishments, show off his skills, boss around anyone else, and curl up in a sulky knot if someone gets a shinier trinket than him. But in the end, Temeraire is a good dragon- loyal to his captain, brave, and devoted to earning better rights for all of the other dragons too.
note: Temeraire is being taken from Empire of Ivory after the return from Africa, but [before learning of the plan to infect the French dragons]
Sample Post:
Hello; yes, hello to you there. Might you be able to direct me to the Covert Fud? I was certain that this should be the location; I never have been lost before, except for when I could not help it. But I have not found any clearings here at all except for this one and it is very muddy. Oh- oh, I am sorry; pray do not fall to pieces so. It is not as bad as I had thought, if this is indeed the place I was told to go, and it is lovely now that I look; the mud is cooling in this heat, and your cows are very shiny. There; now let us have our introductions and we shall be set along. My name is Temeraire and I am to provide instruction for the eggs, and hatchlings too. But, pray tell, Grarghus: what ought I teach?
Oh, that is all? It is strange to be told to talk of breeding when I-or the midwingmen, they like whores-when we are hushed for it most oftentimes. But I am certain I know the subject very well: no-one has given complaint about my performance, rather it had always been very nice, both of them said. Only you must see- Oh, pray be quiet, it is only a turn of phrase, and you still have the left one besides. Anyways; it all seems rather silly, to be telling hatchlings and eggs how to go about, when they are so small: they mustn't be interested. What they ought to be taught is reading and writing, like how it is done in China. Oh! And of course they ought to learn of their rights and choosing a captain and voting too; surely there will be fifty constituents to be found, and more, I do think, once they have understood why they must vote. But you needn't wave arms at me so: I shall still tell them of breeding for eggs and otherwise, particularly if I am to educate her.
Pray do not play deaf; your ears have not yet fallen away, and I shan't doubt you know who I meant. There was a heavyweight, or a final boss as those here would call her, in the lake. Oh; oh I tell you Marcy was very rude, very rude indeed. I only sought to swim a little from the humidity and the mud and the smell; but I would not have objected so to her, it is flattering to be sought after, and for such a pleasure. Anyhow; it is not all right if only you like it, and I will teach her to be courteous if she desires me to come again. Hmph. It is all a hum with Marcy acting so and the eggs being taught silly things; but I will not play a scrub and refuse what I have agreed to. In the long of it, may it be said at least Laurence will be pleased when he hears of my being S.E.X.Y?
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Character: William Laurence
Series: Temeraire
Character Age: in his early- to mid-thirties
Job: Camp Schoolmaster
Canon: The Temeraire novels are what happen when you take an eight-year-old child's philosophy of "dragons make everything more badass" and apply it to the Napoleonic Wars. Set in a Napoleonic Era version of the world where almost every major country has an Aerial Corps of dragons at its disposal, the Temeraire books focus on the England vs France side of the conflict, through the eyes of former English naval captain William Laurence. After capturing a French ship, prim and proper Laurence is given the titular dragon and forced to join the socially ostracized Aerial Corps. The result? A lot of battle action, a lot of adventuring across the world, a lot of cutthroat politics, and a whole lot of making Laurence uncomfortable.
Not that that's terribly hard. Born to a noble family, Laurence is every inch the gentleman and has very fixed ideas of what's acceptable and what's not. He's quiet and thoughtful by nature, but you can guarantee Laurence will speak up sharply if his officers are neglecting their trigonometry homework or being disrespectful. But while Laurence might spend a lot of time fretting about the last time he shaved, and striving to always be composed and well-mannered, he's not afraid to get his hands dirty- a patriot, he's also very fixated on his duty to his country, and a very dependable and hard-working man because of it. While Laurence's serious personality can also mean that his delicate sensibilities are sometimes easily flustered or offended, mostly Laurence is a respectful and dutiful servant to his country, captain to his dragon, and comrade to his friends.
Note: Laurence is being taken from near the end of Empire of Ivory, [after he and Temeraire return from Africa, but before they discover the plan to spread the dragon plague to the French.]
Sample Post:
You are certain then, Captain, that Admiral Sayre will accept no other payment in return for the eggs? Two dragon eggs for the price of only a few schoolyard lessons; no one could say it is not a handsome deal. Perhaps too handsome: you seem to have gotten the raw end of the deal, and with shocking grace. While I understand the value of brains among your people, one wonders at the trading of an education for two tremendously valuable eggs. The egg of your own Laser dragon can be nothing but an asset to the English corps, with the special ability it is named for; though I will admit that the only description of such an ability I have found is that yours is a dragon, with lasers. In addition, the egg of Admiral Sayre's Marcy will also add tremendous value to the English bloodlines: I am told she is an example of the Bold Creeper breed, the members of which possess the ability to use their tentacle-like appendages to induce crippling light-headedness and distraction in their enemies. England has never heard so much as a mention of either breed, though I am informed that these Bold Creepers are more notorious in Japan. This brings me back to my point, however, and I will speak plainly: with a deal of such tremendous value, for so little a price, you will understand if we find ourselves questioning-
Oh- no, pray not even suggest it again, I would hardly be worth my rank if I were to complain so about being asked to perform my duty. No, it is not that I am unwilling to uphold England's end of the deal and play schoolmaster for these children. They have proven themselves eager to learn thus far, and show nothing but the desire to engorge their brains. However- while I do not like to criticize, perhaps I can understand why you were so wanting for a schoolmaster after all: it was clearly well past the time to begin their educations. Even the oldest students struggled with simple concepts; one repeatedly insisted that the phrase "so bold" was composed of one word altogether, instead of two separate ones. Mathematics in particular was a disaster, as every student struggled to realize that the final step in their instructions was not to profit, but to find the profit margin. Nonetheless, I am certain that with time, the students and I will learn to understand each other and progress will come more easily.
Though, there may be something more to the lack of understanding between us, I find, many of the students' expressions being wholly unknown to me. One trouble-maker expressed the sentiment that I was "tl;dr", I believe, and when I pressed him for an explanation, he merely suggested that I lurk about more. While it is true that I have not had much time to absorb this encampment's culture, I assume I was in the right for reprimanding his manners? Very good, I will make certain to see further to his behavior. However, most unfortunately, that was hardly the last misunderstanding between a pupil and I. You see, another asked after my one-eyed dragon, and as both of Temeraire's eyes are in perfect health, I find myself at a loss as to her meaning. A local colloquialism, I assumed, and if you could offer explanation I would be greatly obliged.
-Good Lord. I had no notion that the phrase meant anything such as that; where she heard such a thing I do not like to think- very improper; I shall have to speak to her mother immediately, of course- and so I fear I have kept you too long, Captain, so there is only the matter of payment to conclude. You are quite certain then, that Admiral Sayre will accept no other payment in return for the eggs-?
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Character name: Tyr Anasazi
Series: Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda
Age: 33, around the time of Ouroboros
Job: Assertiveness Counselor
Canon: Government betrayal, collapse, and time-slowing black holes! So begins the story of Highguard Captain Dylan Hunt of the starship Andromeda Ascendant. The System's Commonwealth is undermined from within by the Nietzschean people and Dylan and the Andromeda are trapped in a near time-freeze for 300 years thanks to the black hole the ship got stuck near. Luckily for him, Dylan and his ship were pulled out of the time warp by a rather rag-tag salvage crew (plus mercenary) who end up becoming Andromeda's new crew.
Tyr Anasazi is the mercenary who joins the crew on the Andromeda as the weapons specialist with the eloquence of a suave conversationalist and sternness of a drill sergeant. An incredibly skilled fighter who packs quite a few big and not just standard guns, Tyr believes very much in survival of the fittest thanks to his Nietzschean genetically enhanced blood, and as far as he's concerned, he had damn well better be the fittest. This mentality lends itself well to his competitive streak, and also to him being bit of a jack-of-all-trades--after all, being the best he can be doesn't just include fighting prowess. One might not expect a man with such a stern, gruff nature to be so knowledgeable in classical opera, philosophy, or gourmet cooking, but at the end of the day, Tyr will simply remind you that he intends to be the man left standing, and he might do so with a bit of dry humor if you've wormed your way into his heart.
As a note, "übermensch/supermen" is considered a derogatory insult to Nietzscheans due to the nature of their race's creation.
Sample Entry:
"Where there is life, there is hope," as the saying goes. From the looks of it, though, there isn't much hope in your future at all. Wandering around aimlessly with your bodies in such condition is no way to behave. Stand up for yourselves! Then again, it is a bit difficult to stand up when your spines are missing--I mean that both literally and figuratively. You all look like you clawed tooth and nail to escape death's grasp, so I wonder where that courage has fled to now. Perhaps the local fauna and wildlife have stolen it from you? If that is the case, then I will feel no remorse in ending your lives myself. I suggest you do something about it. Now.
And you birds up there will end up dead before your pathetic colleagues down here if you keep up with your mind games. While I'm intrigued in your telepathic capabilities, proving them by making a mockery of me is far from the best way to introduce yourselves. "It's a bird! It's a plane--no! It's--" is not acceptable. I will shoot you if you finish that. Small though you may be, my skills as a marksman will ensure that you don't escape. Do try, if you're so sure of yourselves. I will enjoy the entertainment. Not interested? Good.
Now listen to me closely, because I won't spare more time than is absolutely necessary on you sad excuses for sentient beings. I have been sent here to raise the assertiveness of the inhabitants of this camp, and based off of what I have already seen, I haven't arrived a moment too soon. If I don't see improvements in an acceptable amount of time--and no, you don't need to know how long--, I will be forced to start culling the meekest so that the mean will rise. If you are looking for examples to base your improvements on, the cephalopod living in the lake is the most acceptable specimen I have seen so far. She reaches out and takes what she desires, even if her desires are... questionable to her survival. Anyone that needs a closer look to observe her assertiveness, I will gladly assist you into the lake so that you may experience it firsthand. Are there any questions?
...It's not that I'm not glad to see that someone's already making an effort, but the right to bear arms does not apply to those that originally belonged to grizzlies.
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Character: Peggy Olson
Series: Mad Men
Age: 22
Job: Camp Activities Promoter
Canon: New York City's premiere mid-century advertising agency Sterling-Cooper, where Playboyish-executives swig cocktails and flirt with secretaries while their wives look after children and home. Mad Men is a hit drama series that chronicles the ups and downs, hopes and disappointments of America at the cusp of the 1960s cultural revolution. Bookish Peggy Olson enters Sterling-Cooper as fresh meat for the typing pool and instantly becomes a target of her male co-workers' licentious behavior.
However, Peggy's talent for turning a phrase thrusts her into the position of the agency's first female copywriter since World War II, giving her entry to a world closed to most women at the time. She uses her sharp mind and creativity - rather than a wiggle and a wink - to wow clients and co-workers. But as the saying goes, women have to work twice as hard to be considered half as good as men. This makes Peggy stand-offish with others at times, driven to prove that as a woman she can aspire to greater goals than marriage and babies.
Sample Post:
Rule One of advertising is, "No one will buy your product if they don't know about it." It's basic, but easy to forget. It's easy to believe in your own product, but most importantly, other people need to believe in it. After all, they're the ones buying it. The Director informed me of an alarming problem at Camp Fuck You Die: there is a disappointing lack of attendees at camp activities. This place has lot of potential customers, but we're not reaching out to them. So that's why I've been brought in. I'm Peggy Olson, Camp Activities Promoter. It's my job to increase awareness - and thereby participation - at camp-sponsored events.
Moving on, Rule Two of advertising is, "It's not only what you say, but how you say it." A lot of these activities suffer from naming issues. It's important for the consumer to develop a deep bond with the product. It becomes a part of their memories, and they're fond of it like a family member. They can't do that with names like "The 'Escape Marcy or Die' 500 Meter Butterfly Stroke Death Match." It would work better to call it... "500 Meters to Victory Swimming Tournament?" Hmm... Or, "Camp Fuck You Die: Swim and Fly!" That works! This will need some flashy illustrations to catch people's attention. Can you act as a staff artist? For this swimming event, I can picture a line of swimmers cutting through the water, but the water looks like the sky. It's inspirational. Are you sketching this? I want a mock-up ready to present to Ms. Sayre this afternoon.
And Rule Three of advertising, "Your limitations can be your advantages." A place like this doesn't look like it has a large advertising budget, but that just forces us to get creative. See? I've rounded up a lot of volunteers to pass out fliers. Unfortunately, they seem to scare people away, but I'm working on that. And this gentleman here is wearing an advertising placard. Lots of people walking through camp will see this. Just because you don't have arms doesn't mean you can't help. It'll just take some ingenuity and some hard work, but soon there will be tons of people flocking to the fun activities at Camp Fuck You Die.
Can I get my name on my office door?
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Character name: Kaistern
Series: Dragon Knights
Age: Appears to be around 25.
Job: Suicide Watch
Canon: The Demon Lord Nadil has been defeated and decapitated but the forces of good are struggling with ominous warnings about his resurrection, the ever-dangerous demon attacks on their defenseless subjects, and their own dysfunctions. While the three Dragon Knights, the nation's main defense against attack, bicker and fight over everything from whether or not they were on duty to whom to ask for directions, the four Dragon Officers, in charge of the more mundane work of running the country, really just want a break from all the paperwork. If the Dragon Lord was not such a saint, heads would roll (well, more than just Nadil's).
Kaistern is the Blue Dragon Officer, in charge of foreign affairs. He needs all of his diplomatic prowess when it comes to dealing with Rath, the temperamental and immature Dragon Knight of Fire. He has taken on the position of father-figure (at a 1:1 ratio of therapist and babysitter) to the reckless and temperamental youth and goes out of his way to spoil him rotten, from smuggling him information on demon locations to feed his bloodlust, to questing for a way to save the young man's life. Kaistern hates the desk work that comes along with his day job, the politicking, the occasional demon fight. But he does like the traveling, and often hits up the little taverns and pubs along his way, claiming that it is part of his job to talk to the locals. Although he does not have any particularly interesting abilities apart from aging at a greatly reduced rate (the Dragon Tribe has a fantastic medical plan), Kaistern is stronger than your average human and heals faster. All around, he's a kind, fiercely devoted man whose left hand may or may not be rotting off.
Sample Post:
I suppose I should feel popular that so many of you have shown up, but...
My name is Kaistern and I have been hired by the camp to try and to keep you all from... well, what you are doing right now. Come on, don't look so dejected. And you in the back, stop trying to strangle yourself with her ponytail. Now, my office hours are from eight to five, but you can contact me anytime please stop trying to overdose on those Altoids; you'll only make yourself sick by calling me on my cell. I've put my number on the paper I've passed around, along with the location of my office and the hospital.
I think this would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better, and to stop attempting to slit our wrists via papercut. Don't worry about anyone finding out about that, though, since we have a rule of confidentiality in this classroom. Patient privacy is a bit difficult to maintain under these circumstances, especially with all of those toucans looking through the window. I'll see about getting a cat or something to shoo them away, but until then just try not to think hard about anything too personal... Excuse me, you with the body hair, it's not possible to hold your breath until you die. It's disruptive and I don't know about other primates, but with humans, you pass out first...
...Damn it.
I can't believe I have to deal with this. My contract said nothing about fainting gorillas. I deserve danger pay and a raise to above minimum wage. All right, while I take care of this, would anyone like to share anything? Yes, go ahead. ...E-excuse me? I know I didn't specify what you were supposed to share about, but I was thinking more along the lines of something that is bothering you, not what you did last night with your girlfriend, especially not in such explicit detail. ...Marcy's not your... Oh. Oh. Ah. Yes, that is unfortunate. ...Kids, as much as I hate to cut this very productive session short, let's take a break so I can help him file a report.
God, I need a cigarette. Yes, I know there's a no smoking policy, but you're a zombie. It's not going to give you cancer. Now, I have to admit, I have never done the legal work for this before. I'm not sure where to start. You're undead to begin with, so would I file it under "violation of a corpse"? Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be offensive--and don't drink that glue, I'm going to need it to stick your arm back on so you can sign on the x. I know, tell me about it. Paperwork. It's such a pain. At least I can understand your dialect. Did I mention I usually work in politics? Honestly, this is a step up.
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Character: Irie Shouichi
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Age: 24
Job: Babysitter for Hire
Canon: Reborn! starts off with a year old baby hitman assigned to be one (1) Sawada Tsunayoshi's tutor in becoming the tenth generation mafia boss of the Vongola family. From there start Tsuna’s many epic adventures with his friends, from everyday mishaps to dramatic typical shounen-style battles. The future arc is the latest of these adventures, taking ten years in the future where the Vongola is at war with the Millefiore led by Byakuran. Irie Shouichi is introduced as being part of the Millefiore as one of Byakuran’s most trusted officers. [ SPOILERS ] After the Vongola infiltrates the base in which Shouichi is situated, however, it is revealed that Shouichi has been on the Vongola's side all along. [ /SPOILER ]
Shouichi is a little bit on the spazzy side, and a long sufferer of stomachaches that are induced by stress and/or Byakuran. He’s quick to frustrate and can get a little impatient to get his point across, even to his superior officers (he’s raised his voice at Byakuran a few times). Except he’d come to realize afterward what he just did, and then have a mental freak-out -- it makes him rather easy to pick on. Still, even if he seems like he’d break under too much pressure, he has a strong sense of responsibility, and is the type of person that will pull through for the team to get the job done. Doesn’t mean that you should expect him to suddenly pick up a gun and start being badass though; he’s more like the background support type, thank you very much, relying more of his smarts and geeky talents with technology and strategizing (especially battle/war-related tactics) to get himself out of sticky situations. And if that doesn’t work, well. . . he’ll figure something out. Hopefully.
Sample Entry:
. . . excuse me. Excuse me! Ah-- no, I didn't mean to raise my voice. You were flying a little fast, and I didn't want to pull on your tail feathers to get your attention. A- anyway, please, we just passed the Camp Fuck You Die sign for the four-- fifth!-- time now. Are you certain you know where you're going? Miss Sayre specified right here in her letter that I'd have my interview with her at her office. It didn't say anything about a tour! And I don't think I can take another two miles of running from. . . whatever it was that we were running from. No, I know what gorillas are, thank you! I meant the other things. The ones that made my stomach start to hurt. . . I only agreed to this because our sources were clear that your area was a neutral safe zone! But from what I've seen, this place is far from secure. It'd make more sense if I was in the wrong place.
Actually, do you think we stop here for a moment? I'd like to show you the directions Miss Sayre gave me, and if you could just see if I'm at the right camp? Er, it is? Then stop leading us in circles! If you keep this up, I’ll end up being late, so if we could just. . . move along? In the right direction, please.
Though come to think of it, I’m not even sure how I got this interview. I mean, yes, I do have some experience dealing with some wei-- demand-- er, no, that’s not it. B-by that I meant interesting. Yes, I do have some experience dealing with some interesting people, but babysitting? I don’t have any experience in that area. Even my boss. . . es never asked for things like that. And I’d like to know how Miss Sayre got a hold of my resume! I stopped distributing them ever since my, erm, first big job. It hasn’t been updated for a few years, so I’m thinking I might not even be qualified for this. Maybe it’s a good thing that I asked you for directions-- it's starting to put things into perspective, and I’m getting a weird feeling in my stomach that I might have been hired on the spot. . . huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking out loud.
Anyway, we’ve been walking for a while. Shouldn’t we be at the cabin by now? I’m sure I already have to apologize to Miss Sayre for tardiness even if it wasn’t my fault. Wait, that sign-- please stop mocking me! I know my circumstances are kind of hard to take seriously, but this is Miss Sayre’s signature right here on this letter! I do agree that this is rather ridiculous, but I didn’t exactly have a choice in this matter! And I haven’t been able to get reception here all day, so I can’t even use my GPS to-- wait, where are you going? Ah. . .
I’m sorry, I swear I took a wrong turn somewhere, I actually don’t have very good relations with tentacles, you see. Er. Wait! N- new approach. I’m, just. M- my name is Irie Shouichi, your new babysitter? Urgh, m- my stomach hurts. I can’t run like this-- This is why I said my resume was a few years out of date!
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Character: Kou
Series: Monochrome Factor
Character's Age: 25
Job: Interior Designer for Your Chic Camp Needs
Canon: Nikaido Akira was your average, sadistic, good-nature-shunning teenager with people who consider themselves his friends and hobbies such as skipping classes. Then he was introduced to the world of Shin and Rei-that is, shadows and light. Forced to make a decision between dying and becoming a Shin, Akira chooses to become his own shadow. This is something which Kou doesn't necessarily approve, since Akira is supposed to be the next king of Rei.
A Rei himself, a person who follows the king of the light side, Kou is obviously more than just the odd adult friend. He is a dedicated supporter of Akira, which essentially makes him a puppy, a guilt-ridden one due to events prior to the series but loyal all the same. Kou is also considered a pervert and possibly a delinquent who often presents himself as the kind of role-model who supports skipping school for any reason. He also happens to have unsavory jobs and hobbies such as beating up yakuza and stealing electricity, gas, and other utilities so he can live in awesome splendor. Despite these faults, Kou likes to be light-hearted toward his younger charge and is the chic, cool, metro older-brother person of the series who mocks and teases the blushing virgins of the group.
Sample Post:
Man, I had no idea how tough gorillas are. They really are troublesome, especially when they won't take no for an answer. I did tell them I could find my own arrangements, but they were the pushy sort. Remind me to thank the person in charge. I'm sure they'll want to know who took out their lackeys~
Yo. You can all call me Kou, and those of you with a size XXX, you can call me Kou-nii. ♥ Apparently I'm a counselor here now and my job will be showing you all the ways to make your cabin more livable! On the inside at least. Trust me, it's the best way to evade-or show off to, if that's what you're aiming for-people who might be looking for you. Or your stuff! Speaking of stuff, getting the things we need is going to pretty hard in this place, right? What with being in a swamp. The mud's really bad for good clothes, too. . .
You have an IKEA? Now that's a start! Let big brother Kou tell you how to go about making your place perfect for any rockin' bachelor-or bachelorette, who should know that I'm always free for giving advice~ The way to go about getting stuff for cheap is very simple. The higher class things are expensive but you'd be surprised how much stuff they toss out because of faults in the product. Like scuff marks. Remember, you can't be caught as the crook, so you have to get yourself an alibi, a person to do the damage for you, and a place to watch the fun while it happens. Personally, I like heights. No one looks up and no one bothers with people hanging from ceilings, either. For this little experiment, we'll use this toucan!
Aw, shy are we? Don't worry. This toucan knows all of your inner-most desires. Being psychic has its advantages! It'll be able to pick out just what you want and then take care of the problem of damaging it juuust enough to lower that pesky pricey price-tag. Take that nice, large, soft bed. That'd be nice to have in a room, wouldn't it? Enough room for his and hers-or his and his-or hers and hers, oooh, that's a thought-so there's fun enough for all~ Who can resist that kind of temptation?
Hey, hey, don't back out now! We're just getting started! Besides, the gorillas might be out there and they saw you with me, so I don't think you'd want to go out there. ... ah. Wait. I get it now. That shy disposition, the red in your cheeks, and the sparkle in your eye. All these can only lead someone like me-a connoisseur of my caliber-to one conclusion. It's all right. A lot of kids your age are virgins. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get some someda-
. . . did you say something about a rule?
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me if I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. CLOSED
Character: Temeraire
Series: Temeraire
Character Age: Two-and-a-half years; And at his full growth, thank you kindly.
Job: Sex Educator for Extrahuman Youth (S.E.X.Y.)
Canon: It is the turn of the nineteenth century and war rages as Napoleon leads his conquest across Europe. With his sights recently set on England, only her ships and dragons stand in- wait, what? Dragons? Yes, dragons. The Napoleonic Era just became a little more awesome. In this time, dragons may be found across the world as renowned scholars, beloved family members, clever merchants, and as powerful weapons. The titular Temeraire, with his ability to create a sonic blast called the 'divine wind', is among the most prized of the latter. Thus Temeraire and his dear captain, Will Laurence, are sent scrambling across the globe from one country to the next in a tug-of-war between monarchs, duty, and revenge.
Yet despite being such an incredibly valuable dragon, Temeraire tends to resemble nothing more than an overgrown magpie- intelligent, curious, and possessive to a fault. If something catches his interest, something shiny or someone with a new tidbit of information, he'll poke his giant nose after it. Matched with an innocent friendliness, Temeraire's commentary has no taboo topic, as everyone has learned well enough after one too many loud questions about Laurence's sex life. For all his silliness though, Temeraire is a grand dragon and proud of it. He'll boast of his accomplishments, show off his skills, boss around anyone else, and curl up in a sulky knot if someone gets a shinier trinket than him. But in the end, Temeraire is a good dragon- loyal to his captain, brave, and devoted to earning better rights for all of the other dragons too.
note: Temeraire is being taken from Empire of Ivory after the return from Africa, but [before learning of the plan to infect the French dragons]
Sample Post:
Hello; yes, hello to you there. Might you be able to direct me to the Covert Fud? I was certain that this should be the location; I never have been lost before, except for when I could not help it. But I have not found any clearings here at all except for this one and it is very muddy. Oh- oh, I am sorry; pray do not fall to pieces so. It is not as bad as I had thought, if this is indeed the place I was told to go, and it is lovely now that I look; the mud is cooling in this heat, and your cows are very shiny. There; now let us have our introductions and we shall be set along. My name is Temeraire and I am to provide instruction for the eggs, and hatchlings too. But, pray tell, Grarghus: what ought I teach?
Oh, that is all? It is strange to be told to talk of breeding when I-or the midwingmen, they like whores-when we are hushed for it most oftentimes. But I am certain I know the subject very well: no-one has given complaint about my performance, rather it had always been very nice, both of them said. Only you must see- Oh, pray be quiet, it is only a turn of phrase, and you still have the left one besides. Anyways; it all seems rather silly, to be telling hatchlings and eggs how to go about, when they are so small: they mustn't be interested. What they ought to be taught is reading and writing, like how it is done in China. Oh! And of course they ought to learn of their rights and choosing a captain and voting too; surely there will be fifty constituents to be found, and more, I do think, once they have understood why they must vote. But you needn't wave arms at me so: I shall still tell them of breeding for eggs and otherwise, particularly if I am to educate her.
Pray do not play deaf; your ears have not yet fallen away, and I shan't doubt you know who I meant. There was a heavyweight, or a final boss as those here would call her, in the lake. Oh; oh I tell you Marcy was very rude, very rude indeed. I only sought to swim a little from the humidity and the mud and the smell; but I would not have objected so to her, it is flattering to be sought after, and for such a pleasure. Anyhow; it is not all right if only you like it, and I will teach her to be courteous if she desires me to come again. Hmph. It is all a hum with Marcy acting so and the eggs being taught silly things; but I will not play a scrub and refuse what I have agreed to. In the long of it, may it be said at least Laurence will be pleased when he hears of my being S.E.X.Y?
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Character: William Laurence
Series: Temeraire
Character Age: in his early- to mid-thirties
Job: Camp Schoolmaster
Canon: The Temeraire novels are what happen when you take an eight-year-old child's philosophy of "dragons make everything more badass" and apply it to the Napoleonic Wars. Set in a Napoleonic Era version of the world where almost every major country has an Aerial Corps of dragons at its disposal, the Temeraire books focus on the England vs France side of the conflict, through the eyes of former English naval captain William Laurence. After capturing a French ship, prim and proper Laurence is given the titular dragon and forced to join the socially ostracized Aerial Corps. The result? A lot of battle action, a lot of adventuring across the world, a lot of cutthroat politics, and a whole lot of making Laurence uncomfortable.
Not that that's terribly hard. Born to a noble family, Laurence is every inch the gentleman and has very fixed ideas of what's acceptable and what's not. He's quiet and thoughtful by nature, but you can guarantee Laurence will speak up sharply if his officers are neglecting their trigonometry homework or being disrespectful. But while Laurence might spend a lot of time fretting about the last time he shaved, and striving to always be composed and well-mannered, he's not afraid to get his hands dirty- a patriot, he's also very fixated on his duty to his country, and a very dependable and hard-working man because of it. While Laurence's serious personality can also mean that his delicate sensibilities are sometimes easily flustered or offended, mostly Laurence is a respectful and dutiful servant to his country, captain to his dragon, and comrade to his friends.
Note: Laurence is being taken from near the end of Empire of Ivory, [after he and Temeraire return from Africa, but before they discover the plan to spread the dragon plague to the French.]
Sample Post:
You are certain then, Captain, that Admiral Sayre will accept no other payment in return for the eggs? Two dragon eggs for the price of only a few schoolyard lessons; no one could say it is not a handsome deal. Perhaps too handsome: you seem to have gotten the raw end of the deal, and with shocking grace. While I understand the value of brains among your people, one wonders at the trading of an education for two tremendously valuable eggs. The egg of your own Laser dragon can be nothing but an asset to the English corps, with the special ability it is named for; though I will admit that the only description of such an ability I have found is that yours is a dragon, with lasers. In addition, the egg of Admiral Sayre's Marcy will also add tremendous value to the English bloodlines: I am told she is an example of the Bold Creeper breed, the members of which possess the ability to use their tentacle-like appendages to induce crippling light-headedness and distraction in their enemies. England has never heard so much as a mention of either breed, though I am informed that these Bold Creepers are more notorious in Japan. This brings me back to my point, however, and I will speak plainly: with a deal of such tremendous value, for so little a price, you will understand if we find ourselves questioning-
Oh- no, pray not even suggest it again, I would hardly be worth my rank if I were to complain so about being asked to perform my duty. No, it is not that I am unwilling to uphold England's end of the deal and play schoolmaster for these children. They have proven themselves eager to learn thus far, and show nothing but the desire to engorge their brains. However- while I do not like to criticize, perhaps I can understand why you were so wanting for a schoolmaster after all: it was clearly well past the time to begin their educations. Even the oldest students struggled with simple concepts; one repeatedly insisted that the phrase "so bold" was composed of one word altogether, instead of two separate ones. Mathematics in particular was a disaster, as every student struggled to realize that the final step in their instructions was not to profit, but to find the profit margin. Nonetheless, I am certain that with time, the students and I will learn to understand each other and progress will come more easily.
Though, there may be something more to the lack of understanding between us, I find, many of the students' expressions being wholly unknown to me. One trouble-maker expressed the sentiment that I was "tl;dr", I believe, and when I pressed him for an explanation, he merely suggested that I lurk about more. While it is true that I have not had much time to absorb this encampment's culture, I assume I was in the right for reprimanding his manners? Very good, I will make certain to see further to his behavior. However, most unfortunately, that was hardly the last misunderstanding between a pupil and I. You see, another asked after my one-eyed dragon, and as both of Temeraire's eyes are in perfect health, I find myself at a loss as to her meaning. A local colloquialism, I assumed, and if you could offer explanation I would be greatly obliged.
-Good Lord. I had no notion that the phrase meant anything such as that; where she heard such a thing I do not like to think- very improper; I shall have to speak to her mother immediately, of course- and so I fear I have kept you too long, Captain, so there is only the matter of payment to conclude. You are quite certain then, that Admiral Sayre will accept no other payment in return for the eggs-?
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Character name: Tyr Anasazi
Series: Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda
Age: 33, around the time of Ouroboros
Job: Assertiveness Counselor
Canon: Government betrayal, collapse, and time-slowing black holes! So begins the story of Highguard Captain Dylan Hunt of the starship Andromeda Ascendant. The System's Commonwealth is undermined from within by the Nietzschean people and Dylan and the Andromeda are trapped in a near time-freeze for 300 years thanks to the black hole the ship got stuck near. Luckily for him, Dylan and his ship were pulled out of the time warp by a rather rag-tag salvage crew (plus mercenary) who end up becoming Andromeda's new crew.
Tyr Anasazi is the mercenary who joins the crew on the Andromeda as the weapons specialist with the eloquence of a suave conversationalist and sternness of a drill sergeant. An incredibly skilled fighter who packs quite a few big and not just standard guns, Tyr believes very much in survival of the fittest thanks to his Nietzschean genetically enhanced blood, and as far as he's concerned, he had damn well better be the fittest. This mentality lends itself well to his competitive streak, and also to him being bit of a jack-of-all-trades--after all, being the best he can be doesn't just include fighting prowess. One might not expect a man with such a stern, gruff nature to be so knowledgeable in classical opera, philosophy, or gourmet cooking, but at the end of the day, Tyr will simply remind you that he intends to be the man left standing, and he might do so with a bit of dry humor if you've wormed your way into his heart.
As a note, "übermensch/supermen" is considered a derogatory insult to Nietzscheans due to the nature of their race's creation.
Sample Entry:
"Where there is life, there is hope," as the saying goes. From the looks of it, though, there isn't much hope in your future at all. Wandering around aimlessly with your bodies in such condition is no way to behave. Stand up for yourselves! Then again, it is a bit difficult to stand up when your spines are missing--I mean that both literally and figuratively. You all look like you clawed tooth and nail to escape death's grasp, so I wonder where that courage has fled to now. Perhaps the local fauna and wildlife have stolen it from you? If that is the case, then I will feel no remorse in ending your lives myself. I suggest you do something about it. Now.
And you birds up there will end up dead before your pathetic colleagues down here if you keep up with your mind games. While I'm intrigued in your telepathic capabilities, proving them by making a mockery of me is far from the best way to introduce yourselves. "It's a bird! It's a plane--no! It's--" is not acceptable. I will shoot you if you finish that. Small though you may be, my skills as a marksman will ensure that you don't escape. Do try, if you're so sure of yourselves. I will enjoy the entertainment. Not interested? Good.
Now listen to me closely, because I won't spare more time than is absolutely necessary on you sad excuses for sentient beings. I have been sent here to raise the assertiveness of the inhabitants of this camp, and based off of what I have already seen, I haven't arrived a moment too soon. If I don't see improvements in an acceptable amount of time--and no, you don't need to know how long--, I will be forced to start culling the meekest so that the mean will rise. If you are looking for examples to base your improvements on, the cephalopod living in the lake is the most acceptable specimen I have seen so far. She reaches out and takes what she desires, even if her desires are... questionable to her survival. Anyone that needs a closer look to observe her assertiveness, I will gladly assist you into the lake so that you may experience it firsthand. Are there any questions?
...It's not that I'm not glad to see that someone's already making an effort, but the right to bear arms does not apply to those that originally belonged to grizzlies.
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Character: Peggy Olson
Series: Mad Men
Age: 22
Job: Camp Activities Promoter
Canon: New York City's premiere mid-century advertising agency Sterling-Cooper, where Playboyish-executives swig cocktails and flirt with secretaries while their wives look after children and home. Mad Men is a hit drama series that chronicles the ups and downs, hopes and disappointments of America at the cusp of the 1960s cultural revolution. Bookish Peggy Olson enters Sterling-Cooper as fresh meat for the typing pool and instantly becomes a target of her male co-workers' licentious behavior.
However, Peggy's talent for turning a phrase thrusts her into the position of the agency's first female copywriter since World War II, giving her entry to a world closed to most women at the time. She uses her sharp mind and creativity - rather than a wiggle and a wink - to wow clients and co-workers. But as the saying goes, women have to work twice as hard to be considered half as good as men. This makes Peggy stand-offish with others at times, driven to prove that as a woman she can aspire to greater goals than marriage and babies.
Sample Post:
Rule One of advertising is, "No one will buy your product if they don't know about it." It's basic, but easy to forget. It's easy to believe in your own product, but most importantly, other people need to believe in it. After all, they're the ones buying it. The Director informed me of an alarming problem at Camp Fuck You Die: there is a disappointing lack of attendees at camp activities. This place has lot of potential customers, but we're not reaching out to them. So that's why I've been brought in. I'm Peggy Olson, Camp Activities Promoter. It's my job to increase awareness - and thereby participation - at camp-sponsored events.
Moving on, Rule Two of advertising is, "It's not only what you say, but how you say it." A lot of these activities suffer from naming issues. It's important for the consumer to develop a deep bond with the product. It becomes a part of their memories, and they're fond of it like a family member. They can't do that with names like "The 'Escape Marcy or Die' 500 Meter Butterfly Stroke Death Match." It would work better to call it... "500 Meters to Victory Swimming Tournament?" Hmm... Or, "Camp Fuck You Die: Swim and Fly!" That works! This will need some flashy illustrations to catch people's attention. Can you act as a staff artist? For this swimming event, I can picture a line of swimmers cutting through the water, but the water looks like the sky. It's inspirational. Are you sketching this? I want a mock-up ready to present to Ms. Sayre this afternoon.
And Rule Three of advertising, "Your limitations can be your advantages." A place like this doesn't look like it has a large advertising budget, but that just forces us to get creative. See? I've rounded up a lot of volunteers to pass out fliers. Unfortunately, they seem to scare people away, but I'm working on that. And this gentleman here is wearing an advertising placard. Lots of people walking through camp will see this. Just because you don't have arms doesn't mean you can't help. It'll just take some ingenuity and some hard work, but soon there will be tons of people flocking to the fun activities at Camp Fuck You Die.
Can I get my name on my office door?
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Character name: Kaistern
Series: Dragon Knights
Age: Appears to be around 25.
Job: Suicide Watch
Canon: The Demon Lord Nadil has been defeated and decapitated but the forces of good are struggling with ominous warnings about his resurrection, the ever-dangerous demon attacks on their defenseless subjects, and their own dysfunctions. While the three Dragon Knights, the nation's main defense against attack, bicker and fight over everything from whether or not they were on duty to whom to ask for directions, the four Dragon Officers, in charge of the more mundane work of running the country, really just want a break from all the paperwork. If the Dragon Lord was not such a saint, heads would roll (well, more than just Nadil's).
Kaistern is the Blue Dragon Officer, in charge of foreign affairs. He needs all of his diplomatic prowess when it comes to dealing with Rath, the temperamental and immature Dragon Knight of Fire. He has taken on the position of father-figure (at a 1:1 ratio of therapist and babysitter) to the reckless and temperamental youth and goes out of his way to spoil him rotten, from smuggling him information on demon locations to feed his bloodlust, to questing for a way to save the young man's life. Kaistern hates the desk work that comes along with his day job, the politicking, the occasional demon fight. But he does like the traveling, and often hits up the little taverns and pubs along his way, claiming that it is part of his job to talk to the locals. Although he does not have any particularly interesting abilities apart from aging at a greatly reduced rate (the Dragon Tribe has a fantastic medical plan), Kaistern is stronger than your average human and heals faster. All around, he's a kind, fiercely devoted man whose left hand may or may not be rotting off.
Sample Post:
I suppose I should feel popular that so many of you have shown up, but...
My name is Kaistern and I have been hired by the camp to try and to keep you all from... well, what you are doing right now. Come on, don't look so dejected. And you in the back, stop trying to strangle yourself with her ponytail. Now, my office hours are from eight to five, but you can contact me anytime please stop trying to overdose on those Altoids; you'll only make yourself sick by calling me on my cell. I've put my number on the paper I've passed around, along with the location of my office and the hospital.
I think this would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better, and to stop attempting to slit our wrists via papercut. Don't worry about anyone finding out about that, though, since we have a rule of confidentiality in this classroom. Patient privacy is a bit difficult to maintain under these circumstances, especially with all of those toucans looking through the window. I'll see about getting a cat or something to shoo them away, but until then just try not to think hard about anything too personal... Excuse me, you with the body hair, it's not possible to hold your breath until you die. It's disruptive and I don't know about other primates, but with humans, you pass out first...
...Damn it.
I can't believe I have to deal with this. My contract said nothing about fainting gorillas. I deserve danger pay and a raise to above minimum wage. All right, while I take care of this, would anyone like to share anything? Yes, go ahead. ...E-excuse me? I know I didn't specify what you were supposed to share about, but I was thinking more along the lines of something that is bothering you, not what you did last night with your girlfriend, especially not in such explicit detail. ...Marcy's not your... Oh. Oh. Ah. Yes, that is unfortunate. ...Kids, as much as I hate to cut this very productive session short, let's take a break so I can help him file a report.
God, I need a cigarette. Yes, I know there's a no smoking policy, but you're a zombie. It's not going to give you cancer. Now, I have to admit, I have never done the legal work for this before. I'm not sure where to start. You're undead to begin with, so would I file it under "violation of a corpse"? Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be offensive--and don't drink that glue, I'm going to need it to stick your arm back on so you can sign on the x. I know, tell me about it. Paperwork. It's such a pain. At least I can understand your dialect. Did I mention I usually work in politics? Honestly, this is a step up.
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Character: Irie Shouichi
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Age: 24
Job: Babysitter for Hire
Canon: Reborn! starts off with a year old baby hitman assigned to be one (1) Sawada Tsunayoshi's tutor in becoming the tenth generation mafia boss of the Vongola family. From there start Tsuna’s many epic adventures with his friends, from everyday mishaps to dramatic typical shounen-style battles. The future arc is the latest of these adventures, taking ten years in the future where the Vongola is at war with the Millefiore led by Byakuran. Irie Shouichi is introduced as being part of the Millefiore as one of Byakuran’s most trusted officers. [ SPOILERS ] After the Vongola infiltrates the base in which Shouichi is situated, however, it is revealed that Shouichi has been on the Vongola's side all along. [ /SPOILER ]
Shouichi is a little bit on the spazzy side, and a long sufferer of stomachaches that are induced by stress and/or Byakuran. He’s quick to frustrate and can get a little impatient to get his point across, even to his superior officers (he’s raised his voice at Byakuran a few times). Except he’d come to realize afterward what he just did, and then have a mental freak-out -- it makes him rather easy to pick on. Still, even if he seems like he’d break under too much pressure, he has a strong sense of responsibility, and is the type of person that will pull through for the team to get the job done. Doesn’t mean that you should expect him to suddenly pick up a gun and start being badass though; he’s more like the background support type, thank you very much, relying more of his smarts and geeky talents with technology and strategizing (especially battle/war-related tactics) to get himself out of sticky situations. And if that doesn’t work, well. . . he’ll figure something out. Hopefully.
Sample Entry:
. . . excuse me. Excuse me! Ah-- no, I didn't mean to raise my voice. You were flying a little fast, and I didn't want to pull on your tail feathers to get your attention. A- anyway, please, we just passed the Camp Fuck You Die sign for the four-- fifth!-- time now. Are you certain you know where you're going? Miss Sayre specified right here in her letter that I'd have my interview with her at her office. It didn't say anything about a tour! And I don't think I can take another two miles of running from. . . whatever it was that we were running from. No, I know what gorillas are, thank you! I meant the other things. The ones that made my stomach start to hurt. . . I only agreed to this because our sources were clear that your area was a neutral safe zone! But from what I've seen, this place is far from secure. It'd make more sense if I was in the wrong place.
Actually, do you think we stop here for a moment? I'd like to show you the directions Miss Sayre gave me, and if you could just see if I'm at the right camp? Er, it is? Then stop leading us in circles! If you keep this up, I’ll end up being late, so if we could just. . . move along? In the right direction, please.
Though come to think of it, I’m not even sure how I got this interview. I mean, yes, I do have some experience dealing with some wei-- demand-- er, no, that’s not it. B-by that I meant interesting. Yes, I do have some experience dealing with some interesting people, but babysitting? I don’t have any experience in that area. Even my boss. . . es never asked for things like that. And I’d like to know how Miss Sayre got a hold of my resume! I stopped distributing them ever since my, erm, first big job. It hasn’t been updated for a few years, so I’m thinking I might not even be qualified for this. Maybe it’s a good thing that I asked you for directions-- it's starting to put things into perspective, and I’m getting a weird feeling in my stomach that I might have been hired on the spot. . . huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking out loud.
Anyway, we’ve been walking for a while. Shouldn’t we be at the cabin by now? I’m sure I already have to apologize to Miss Sayre for tardiness even if it wasn’t my fault. Wait, that sign-- please stop mocking me! I know my circumstances are kind of hard to take seriously, but this is Miss Sayre’s signature right here on this letter! I do agree that this is rather ridiculous, but I didn’t exactly have a choice in this matter! And I haven’t been able to get reception here all day, so I can’t even use my GPS to-- wait, where are you going? Ah. . .
I’m sorry, I swear I took a wrong turn somewhere, I actually don’t have very good relations with tentacles, you see. Er. Wait! N- new approach. I’m, just. M- my name is Irie Shouichi, your new babysitter? Urgh, m- my stomach hurts. I can’t run like this-- This is why I said my resume was a few years out of date!
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Character: Kou
Series: Monochrome Factor
Character's Age: 25
Job: Interior Designer for Your Chic Camp Needs
Canon: Nikaido Akira was your average, sadistic, good-nature-shunning teenager with people who consider themselves his friends and hobbies such as skipping classes. Then he was introduced to the world of Shin and Rei-that is, shadows and light. Forced to make a decision between dying and becoming a Shin, Akira chooses to become his own shadow. This is something which Kou doesn't necessarily approve, since Akira is supposed to be the next king of Rei.
A Rei himself, a person who follows the king of the light side, Kou is obviously more than just the odd adult friend. He is a dedicated supporter of Akira, which essentially makes him a puppy, a guilt-ridden one due to events prior to the series but loyal all the same. Kou is also considered a pervert and possibly a delinquent who often presents himself as the kind of role-model who supports skipping school for any reason. He also happens to have unsavory jobs and hobbies such as beating up yakuza and stealing electricity, gas, and other utilities so he can live in awesome splendor. Despite these faults, Kou likes to be light-hearted toward his younger charge and is the chic, cool, metro older-brother person of the series who mocks and teases the blushing virgins of the group.
Sample Post:
Man, I had no idea how tough gorillas are. They really are troublesome, especially when they won't take no for an answer. I did tell them I could find my own arrangements, but they were the pushy sort. Remind me to thank the person in charge. I'm sure they'll want to know who took out their lackeys~
Yo. You can all call me Kou, and those of you with a size XXX, you can call me Kou-nii. ♥ Apparently I'm a counselor here now and my job will be showing you all the ways to make your cabin more livable! On the inside at least. Trust me, it's the best way to evade-or show off to, if that's what you're aiming for-people who might be looking for you. Or your stuff! Speaking of stuff, getting the things we need is going to pretty hard in this place, right? What with being in a swamp. The mud's really bad for good clothes, too. . .
You have an IKEA? Now that's a start! Let big brother Kou tell you how to go about making your place perfect for any rockin' bachelor-or bachelorette, who should know that I'm always free for giving advice~ The way to go about getting stuff for cheap is very simple. The higher class things are expensive but you'd be surprised how much stuff they toss out because of faults in the product. Like scuff marks. Remember, you can't be caught as the crook, so you have to get yourself an alibi, a person to do the damage for you, and a place to watch the fun while it happens. Personally, I like heights. No one looks up and no one bothers with people hanging from ceilings, either. For this little experiment, we'll use this toucan!
Aw, shy are we? Don't worry. This toucan knows all of your inner-most desires. Being psychic has its advantages! It'll be able to pick out just what you want and then take care of the problem of damaging it juuust enough to lower that pesky pricey price-tag. Take that nice, large, soft bed. That'd be nice to have in a room, wouldn't it? Enough room for his and hers-or his and his-or hers and hers, oooh, that's a thought-so there's fun enough for all~ Who can resist that kind of temptation?
Hey, hey, don't back out now! We're just getting started! Besides, the gorillas might be out there and they saw you with me, so I don't think you'd want to go out there. ... ah. Wait. I get it now. That shy disposition, the red in your cheeks, and the sparkle in your eye. All these can only lead someone like me-a connoisseur of my caliber-to one conclusion. It's all right. A lot of kids your age are virgins. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get some someda-
. . . did you say something about a rule?
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