These are gonna be in the form of a skit (as in not so long and in script format) and the only people that are gonna be in each post I choose to write are the people who are active in the chat when I choose to write said post. And as you might guess, what happens in the post will probably involve what we might've been talkin' about on the chat or whatever the the the the the I want because I'm the one writing.
Actually you can all feel free to try this yourselves. Write something that occurs within the universe (I've) created.
ALSO, I might use y'all's real names for convenience and cuz some of y'all have dope names anyways. I'll improvise if I don't have real names by just using casual nicknames.
Now, on to the blargh:
7/11/14 5:28pm
Active users: Lonewulf, BlueHollowDies666, Baidu [Spider]
Used Donuts
Episode 01:
(*The role of Baidu will be played by Obama*)
[Zach, Whoreghey, and Obama are sitting in the round table, sippin' their individual dranks. Jorge is typing something into his laptop, Obama is just wearing shades lookin fresh, and Lone is playing with a bottle of mustard, clay, and FF8 on his Vita. Seems like the three got there a tad bit early and no one has shown up yet.]
[James pulls out a box of 24 donuts and, without offering any, begins to devour them.]
Jorge: Ayo man you ain't gon' share?
Zach: NO.
Obama: (Sassy grin)
Zach: No one asked you Obama.
Jorge: You good man? You actin' suspicious. Gimme some donuts before I tell the big man yo'mad'sus, yah feel me?
Zach: Your mother felt me.
[There's a brief chuckle in the room before the atmosphere quiets down again.]
Zach: If you want a donut you gotta say please.
Jorge: No.
Zach: Okay here you go. (Hands Red a donut)
Jorge: ... These look used.
Zach: Well I would hope so because I bought them half off.
Obama: (Sassy grin intensifies)
Zach: Obama if you don't learn to grin quietly, BAM, RIGHT IN THE KISSER.
[Jorge stared intensely at the two dummys in the corner]
Jorge: ... Shaun? Night? Ayo Zach I'm convinced those two are dead.
Zach: No they clocked in... they're just... not talking.... It's as if they logged on to some website and just left their computers unattended....
Jorge: ... Wanna draw on their faces?
Zach: Just as soon as I'm done with this boss battle strategy. *starts ripping clay into little pieces and boxing them in with the mustard*
Jorge: FINE. C'mon Obama let's deface your citizens.
Zach: Save Virus a face; just make sure it's not raw cuz reasons. (Looks at used donuts) OH HEY DONUTS! *NOM NOM NOM*
[Another unspecified amount of time goes by; Obama is noddin' and grinning whilst Whoreghey finishes up his facial sabotage on his lower leveled employees and Zach goes out to buy... stuff.
Jorge: AAAANNNNDDDD, DONE. That was 1.07$ worth in ink, but it's worth it. Sort of. Oh well it's a company sharpie as if I care. What do you think Obama?
Obama gets hit with a lemon before getting a chance to speak.
Zach: YEAH LEMONS. I WARNED YOU!
Jorge: Darn it all you do is jump and shoot those lemons.
Zach: It's in my resume you (bleep) (bleep)(bleep) (bleep) (bleep) (bleep)(bleep)(bleep) (bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep) (bleep)(bleep)(bleep) (bleep)(bleep)(bleep) motherflippin' (bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(bleep)(OH MY).
Jorge: ... I agree. (Takes donuts and jumps out window)
[There is no window. They both break half their bodies.]
Obama: *Swagtastic grin; shows off gold plated teeth*

