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[Hubris Incalculable]

((Y'all remember Anything Can Happen? Probably not. I ain't seen many of the other former players 'round these parts recently. Anywho, I reckon the title 'splain's it fair well, but basically, this is a freeform GM-less RP. Feel free to do whatever y'all likes and to be as OP as much as y'all likes. Don't resist things gettin' wierd or shit, just go with it. Fer nostalgia's sake, I'll use the same openin' I used the first time I set one of these up))

You all find yourselves in the middle of a US ghost town. a tumbleweed rolls by. far away, you can hear airplanes. from one of the roofs, you can hear the chittering of the monkey of doom.

GO!

[hops]

The tumbleweed springs to life and turns into a weeldritch abomination.

[Hubris Incalculable]

The monkey of doom leaps off the rooftop and comes to look at the Weeldritch Abomination. It chitters loudly at the horrendous thing.

[~Neri]

A horde of Traps appears on the horizon, a yankety sax playing three notes can be heard as they swarm in.

[ShadowHammer]

All the traps have bears in them, and the bears begin biting at the monkey and the Weeldritch Abomination.

[Lyeos]

A bunch of zombies are sitting around eating ice cream and listening to Slayer. One of the zombie-chicks has a fedora covered with glitter.

[~Neri]

A horde of foxes approaches.

[Worldmaster27]

A great spider, the size of many houses, consumes the foxes and sticks the rest in a web.

[Lyeos]

The fancy-fedora-wearing zombie chick does her best to wave at the giant spider.
"Sup?"

[Worldmaster27]

The spider waves back after consuming a few more foxes. It then calls, "Hey, got enough ice cream for one more?"

[~Neri]

The spider suddenly dies, apparently Fox Musk is poisonous to this breed of spider.

[Lyeos]

The group of zombies falls the the ground - apparently the web disappeared when the spider died. They go back to eating ice cream and start listening to Y & T.

[~Neri]

A rather bloated human walks into town, something is crawling around under his skin, suddenly he explodes into baby foxes.

[Fniff]

(You foolish youngsters! THIS is how you do it.)

A man in a tattered army uniform sits on a nearby hill next to a mortar and a picnic. He watches through his binoculars as he talks into a broken radio.

"Whiskey fox, this is tango face. Blankey, I mean. Delta bravo. Can I incinerate some stuff with my mortar, out. Zulu india." says Blankey, who then switches to a deeper voice. "Alright, charlie echo, you are clear to engage, Michael Fassbender, over and out."

Blankey takes a megaphone from the picnic basket and turns it on.

"HEY ANYONE IN THE TOWN!?"

[Parsely]

NO! The distant call is heard echoing back.