shinto_kuji
Jan 24, 2004, 02:05 AM
I may continue FKLCL eventually (someday... someday...), but for now it's going the way of the bbb. I don't have a very good track record of continuing fics do I? Well, I learn. I was gonna just post this as a short in my other thread, but it's a little long and I figured I could turn it into a series style thing. P.S.- I'll start posting chapters of my fic, Love Town (kind of a horror fic), sometime soon. But until I feel confident with it... enjoy! -passes out-
The PSO Theater v.5000.0!
Session Numero Uno!
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Somewhere aboard Ragol,
Or the spacy Pioneer Two,
Is a place most don't know about,
The PSO Theater v.5000.0!
All of your favorite characters
Go there just to
Have some fun after all the
RPGing and killing...
And getting killed.
Just ignore all the rules,
It's The PSO Theater v.5000.0!
Session Numero Uno, Go!
Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Who's on the lineup for today?
Why it's...
Kireek! Hello Kireek!
Kireek: Meh...
And...
Mome! Hello Mome!
Mome: I'm just gonna play dead for awhile.
And...
Dr. Osto! Hello Dr. Osto!
Dr. Osto: My inventions are the best! Bow down to me, fool! Mwahaha!
And...
Olga Flow! Hello Olga Flow!
Olga Flow: Huh? What?
And last, but not least...
PSO Nurse! Hello PSO Nurse!
PSO Nurse: You seem fine now.
And now for the show!
Okay, places people!
Mome: (runs around nervously) Has anyone seen my script!?
Olga Flow: (talks like Mome) Has anyone seen my script!?
-Laughs-
Kireek: Score! (goes for a high-five with Olga Flow) Oh, holy mother of- (gets hit into the wall)
Olga Flow: Oh, geez. Are you okay, Kireek? Oh, man... oh, man. I'm so sorry! (whines)
Kireek: (peels himself from the wall) Uh, yeah... good thing I'm an android, ha!
Oh man, there goes the new sheetrock...
PSO Nurse: (heals Kireek)
Kireek: Hot mama! You can heal me anytime!
Dr. Osto: I don't know if I can work like this...
Okay, guys. Let's try and concentrate, alright? Let's start the show!
Mome: Oh, man! My script! What do I do?
I don't know. Improvise. Okay, places people! 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Action!
Once upon a time, in a beautiful, grassy meadow, our young princess...
Olga Flow: (walks on stage wearing a pink tutu)
... was picking flowers.
Olga Flow: I love picking... (looks at script) ... flowers!
Then, out of nowhere a mean dragon approached!
Dr. Osto: (rides in on a mechanical dragon he invented)
And started to blow fire on her!
Dr. Osto: Uh, man this is embarassing, but I don't have fire.
All: You're joking right!?
Dr. Osto: I have a... cannon that shoots hearts.
Oh, God... And he started to blow fire on her!
Dr. Osto: (shoots hearts)
Olga Flow: Oh, stop shooting fire at me! I... (looks at script)... am the princess!
Dr. Osto: I want you for my bride!
Olga Flow: (holds hand to head) Oh, no. What will I... (looks at script) ... do?
Just then, up rode a handsome prince!
Mome: Is that me? Is that my cue?
All: Yes!
Mome: Hey, I'm having to improvise here. (walks onto stage) Hello, princess! I'm Prince! That is, the artist formally known as!
Kireek: No, you idiot. You're not THE Prince, you're just the prince.
Mome: Improv, baby!
All: (deep sigh)
Olga Flow: Oh, help me! Dear prince! He keeps blowing fire at me! Even though he wants me as his bride!
Dr. Osto: Mwahahaha! (continues to shoot hearts)
Mome: That doesn't make much sense. (throws up)
Dr. Osto: Oh, my God! Vile lifeform! You got puke on my invention! It's shorting out!
And the prince saved the princess.
Dr. Osto: Wait! My invention...
And they lived happily every after...
Kireek and PSO Nurse: Hey, what? We didn't even get any par-
The End!
Huzzah!
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: shinto_kuji on 2004-01-24 12:40 ]</font>
The PSO Theater v.5000.0!
Session Numero Uno!
-----
Somewhere aboard Ragol,
Or the spacy Pioneer Two,
Is a place most don't know about,
The PSO Theater v.5000.0!
All of your favorite characters
Go there just to
Have some fun after all the
RPGing and killing...
And getting killed.
Just ignore all the rules,
It's The PSO Theater v.5000.0!
Session Numero Uno, Go!
Let's get this show on the road, shall we? Who's on the lineup for today?
Why it's...
Kireek! Hello Kireek!
Kireek: Meh...
And...
Mome! Hello Mome!
Mome: I'm just gonna play dead for awhile.
And...
Dr. Osto! Hello Dr. Osto!
Dr. Osto: My inventions are the best! Bow down to me, fool! Mwahaha!
And...
Olga Flow! Hello Olga Flow!
Olga Flow: Huh? What?
And last, but not least...
PSO Nurse! Hello PSO Nurse!
PSO Nurse: You seem fine now.
And now for the show!
Okay, places people!
Mome: (runs around nervously) Has anyone seen my script!?
Olga Flow: (talks like Mome) Has anyone seen my script!?
-Laughs-
Kireek: Score! (goes for a high-five with Olga Flow) Oh, holy mother of- (gets hit into the wall)
Olga Flow: Oh, geez. Are you okay, Kireek? Oh, man... oh, man. I'm so sorry! (whines)
Kireek: (peels himself from the wall) Uh, yeah... good thing I'm an android, ha!
Oh man, there goes the new sheetrock...
PSO Nurse: (heals Kireek)
Kireek: Hot mama! You can heal me anytime!
Dr. Osto: I don't know if I can work like this...
Okay, guys. Let's try and concentrate, alright? Let's start the show!
Mome: Oh, man! My script! What do I do?
I don't know. Improvise. Okay, places people! 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Action!
Once upon a time, in a beautiful, grassy meadow, our young princess...
Olga Flow: (walks on stage wearing a pink tutu)
... was picking flowers.
Olga Flow: I love picking... (looks at script) ... flowers!
Then, out of nowhere a mean dragon approached!
Dr. Osto: (rides in on a mechanical dragon he invented)
And started to blow fire on her!
Dr. Osto: Uh, man this is embarassing, but I don't have fire.
All: You're joking right!?
Dr. Osto: I have a... cannon that shoots hearts.
Oh, God... And he started to blow fire on her!
Dr. Osto: (shoots hearts)
Olga Flow: Oh, stop shooting fire at me! I... (looks at script)... am the princess!
Dr. Osto: I want you for my bride!
Olga Flow: (holds hand to head) Oh, no. What will I... (looks at script) ... do?
Just then, up rode a handsome prince!
Mome: Is that me? Is that my cue?
All: Yes!
Mome: Hey, I'm having to improvise here. (walks onto stage) Hello, princess! I'm Prince! That is, the artist formally known as!
Kireek: No, you idiot. You're not THE Prince, you're just the prince.
Mome: Improv, baby!
All: (deep sigh)
Olga Flow: Oh, help me! Dear prince! He keeps blowing fire at me! Even though he wants me as his bride!
Dr. Osto: Mwahahaha! (continues to shoot hearts)
Mome: That doesn't make much sense. (throws up)
Dr. Osto: Oh, my God! Vile lifeform! You got puke on my invention! It's shorting out!
And the prince saved the princess.
Dr. Osto: Wait! My invention...
And they lived happily every after...
Kireek and PSO Nurse: Hey, what? We didn't even get any par-
The End!
Huzzah!
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: shinto_kuji on 2004-01-24 12:40 ]</font>