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Having waited some hours for sounds of more stragglers, I give you: YOUR ACTUAL LAST ROUND. Since this was nobody's fault but Gmail's, THAT SKANK HO, please give these a good look too ♥!
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Name: Master Xehanort
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: Gnarled
Job: Camp Corruptions Officer
Canon: One day Squaresoft and Disney got trapped in an elevator together. One horrible round of childhood-shattering elevator sex later, Kingdom Hearts was concieved. Little KH-tan takes after both her parents, showing off a wide array of classical Disney worlds with a touch of angst, zippers, and apocalyptic forces of evil. Luckily for these worlds there's a secret order of guardians wielding Keyblades to protect the light and keep darkness at bay. Well, usually.
Long, long ago, a boy named Xehanort left his home to become a Keyblade Master. Talented, ingenious, and ever hungry for more knowledge, he let himself become corrupted by darkness, hoping it would take him further down the path to wisdom. As he grew more interested in the Keyblade War, a cataclysmic event that threatened the World’s existence, he grew twisted, inside and out.
Now an old man, Master Xehanort is deceptive in more ways than one. Despite his obviously evil exterior the man is highly charismatic, his flamboyant attitude seeming to come from the thin line between madness and wizened genius. He knows how to worm his way into others’ thoughts and hearts, and can pollute an open mind to his ideals easily. Decades of dealing with both light and darkness have made him a Keyblade Master of unprecedented skill and power, though his old body inhibits him. But his most dangerous talent remains his ability to corrupt others, with words if not with darkness.Note: In the English version of Birth by Sleep Xehanort is voiced by Leonard Nimoy, of Star Trek fame.
Sample Post: Well, well. So this is the worst of the best of the CFUDPD. All of you, whether furred or feathered or festering, have been charged with keeping the peace of this interdimensional establishment. And all of you have made a mockery of your posts, using your powers for your own ill-gotten gains. Private Rape Ape, your peeping shenanigans within the boys’ restrooms disgraced your station. Scoutmaster Two Cans, you used your psychic powers to amass large funds from children through card games. In one way or another, all of you are guilty! You have betrayed the trust you were given when lifted to a position of protection over others! But I am here to tell you; you are not to blame. And you are NOT in the wrong!
This campground has become far too peaceful. What was once a disgusting swamp, full of unpredictable wildlife and discomfort, has become an endless, empty field of dirt and corn. The radioactive lake was replaced with mere pesticide-filled ponds, and a once-reviled monster now sits comfortably in the sky, away from any who could be harmed by her. How did this benign situation come to be!? This camp’s purpose is to TEST its prisoners! To prove if they were capable of committing a crime! While this crime's existence may be in question, it holds no bearing on your true purpose: to torment the suspects! You were not meant to protect and serve the campers and counselors who come to this land! All of you are monsters, vicious and malicious BEASTS whose presence once struck fear and discomfort into the hearts of others!
Come now, Sgt. Sarcoph. I know those aren’t real tears because you don’t have tear ducts. Stop pretending to be civilized beings, and embrace your true potential! You were meant to mumble and moan, walking haphazardly toward living bodies with brains to devour! You prove your worth as a zombie with each shambling step! You, yes, YOU, Cans, were meant to taunt the weak-hearted with their most painful memories, and unveil terrible truths that would destroy friendships and relationships! You follow your nose, and it leads you to the TRUTH! And you, Ape, you were meant to stalk, agitate, and molest those foolish enough to think a purple gorilla was safe to be around! Whether humans came for you or not, none can dismiss that those you catch well-deserve there own awards from Darwin. How can Camp Fuck You Die be considered monstrous without its monsters!?
I say to you: become the vile monstrosities you were meant to be! Through your dirty deeds you will reveal the true capabilities of the so-called 'innocents' imprisoned here. It is not sinful for a monster to be monstrous; it is his nature! Return to the beasts that made still smaller the small joys this camp brings! Let none know peace, safety, or personal space! Make anonymous confessions and mistletoe tame and comfortable in comparison to your presence! Go, monsters, go! Go forth, and terrify!
(...ha. Finally. Their short-lived rebellion should provide enough mayhem to cover my entrance nicely. I can establish a hideout and begin studying the campground in peace. Perhaps I can even learn the most powerful camper's abilities by observing the melée. First thing's first, however; I must how some of them mistook me for this "Spock." Although, if this camp has a strong enough candidate, I may yet live long and prosper, indeed...)
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Character: Kikuchi Hiro
Series: Clone Baby
Character Age: 22
Job: The opposite of Suicide Advisor
Canon:Clone Baby is a live action drama revolving around clones; eleven clones in particular that were born in test tubes . These people have a mark on them that designates them as clones. Their purpose is to vie for the one 'chair' in a psychological game of musical chairs. This is intertwined with a destiny called the law of magnetics; where clones are attracted to each other by magnets found inside of them. When they meet, something called the law of exclusive providence kicks in. What this means is that clones with the same genes will try to fight and kill each other no matter what. This is their fate.
Kikuchi Hiro is one of these eleven clones. Simply put, he's a troll. He trolls a fellow clone called Aoyagi Masamune and tries to take over his life because he is the one who owns the one ‘chair’ that all the clones want. He is also whimsical and seems to be a person who cares only about the amusing parts of life. He mocks others with his arrogant personality and uses the fact that he knows what people are thinking about before they say it against them. This is because he can read people well; he also has a tendency to play games with people and will say and do anything to get a rise out of them. Everyone but a few select few are fodder for Hiro’s whims.
Sample Post: Yo! Are you having fun there? It looks like you are. It must be fun trying to kill yourself. Standing on the edge of a building like that. Are you trying to die? You don't know? Then what are you doing? Just tell me already. I find it interesting, you know. The human vantage point of life. A zombie like you who's at the edge of suicide is like watching television without the sound on. I need a reason, you know. I'm this camp’s suicide advisor, after all.
Oh, let me guess, you want to say, "Please give me your brains or I'll jump off the edge~ I'm hungry and only you can help me." Or, "Brains, brains, brains." I was right, wasn't I? It's easy to tell with people like you. Your heads are easy to pick apart and rattle around; I can practically see what’s left of your mind trying to formulate the thoughts. You can take your head back. I don’t need a closeup view: Through the gaps in your skull, I can see it working just fine. Attempting to, anyway. Your near-brainlessness reminds me of this guy I know. Always in his head, thinking things like, "I want to die already! I've had enough of my life! Ah, I would change it all if I could!"
Really, it's easy to say things like that, but it's harder to go through with it. It's not a very smart way to go about life, but most people do it anyway. What a bore! Life's a game, you know. And the purpose of it is to take the one chair left in the game of musical chairs. There's only been one chair prepared for this. Just one. And you know who'll take that position? Me. After all, there can be only one~
I know. You're thinking, "What is this guy talking about?" and, "Is this guy crazy?" It's not really your business, though. It's better if you just died. I bet you think so too. You don’t have much of a life anyway. All you do is unsuccessfully grub around for brains, while the rest of you falls apart. That’s a pretty sad life if you ask me. So why not take that step forward? I’ll even help you out. Just one push will do it. Enjoy.
I love my job.
Poll Vote!
Remember!
- Applicants, respond anonymously.
- If you're going to do the whole "ask me why I voted you out!" thing, please state who you voted out.
- No speculating about the identity of the applicants!
Now VOTE. Closed!
Name: Master Xehanort
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: Gnarled
Job: Camp Corruptions Officer
Canon: One day Squaresoft and Disney got trapped in an elevator together. One horrible round of childhood-shattering elevator sex later, Kingdom Hearts was concieved. Little KH-tan takes after both her parents, showing off a wide array of classical Disney worlds with a touch of angst, zippers, and apocalyptic forces of evil. Luckily for these worlds there's a secret order of guardians wielding Keyblades to protect the light and keep darkness at bay. Well, usually.
Long, long ago, a boy named Xehanort left his home to become a Keyblade Master. Talented, ingenious, and ever hungry for more knowledge, he let himself become corrupted by darkness, hoping it would take him further down the path to wisdom. As he grew more interested in the Keyblade War, a cataclysmic event that threatened the World’s existence, he grew twisted, inside and out.
Now an old man, Master Xehanort is deceptive in more ways than one. Despite his obviously evil exterior the man is highly charismatic, his flamboyant attitude seeming to come from the thin line between madness and wizened genius. He knows how to worm his way into others’ thoughts and hearts, and can pollute an open mind to his ideals easily. Decades of dealing with both light and darkness have made him a Keyblade Master of unprecedented skill and power, though his old body inhibits him. But his most dangerous talent remains his ability to corrupt others, with words if not with darkness.Note: In the English version of Birth by Sleep Xehanort is voiced by Leonard Nimoy, of Star Trek fame.
Sample Post: Well, well. So this is the worst of the best of the CFUDPD. All of you, whether furred or feathered or festering, have been charged with keeping the peace of this interdimensional establishment. And all of you have made a mockery of your posts, using your powers for your own ill-gotten gains. Private Rape Ape, your peeping shenanigans within the boys’ restrooms disgraced your station. Scoutmaster Two Cans, you used your psychic powers to amass large funds from children through card games. In one way or another, all of you are guilty! You have betrayed the trust you were given when lifted to a position of protection over others! But I am here to tell you; you are not to blame. And you are NOT in the wrong!
This campground has become far too peaceful. What was once a disgusting swamp, full of unpredictable wildlife and discomfort, has become an endless, empty field of dirt and corn. The radioactive lake was replaced with mere pesticide-filled ponds, and a once-reviled monster now sits comfortably in the sky, away from any who could be harmed by her. How did this benign situation come to be!? This camp’s purpose is to TEST its prisoners! To prove if they were capable of committing a crime! While this crime's existence may be in question, it holds no bearing on your true purpose: to torment the suspects! You were not meant to protect and serve the campers and counselors who come to this land! All of you are monsters, vicious and malicious BEASTS whose presence once struck fear and discomfort into the hearts of others!
Come now, Sgt. Sarcoph. I know those aren’t real tears because you don’t have tear ducts. Stop pretending to be civilized beings, and embrace your true potential! You were meant to mumble and moan, walking haphazardly toward living bodies with brains to devour! You prove your worth as a zombie with each shambling step! You, yes, YOU, Cans, were meant to taunt the weak-hearted with their most painful memories, and unveil terrible truths that would destroy friendships and relationships! You follow your nose, and it leads you to the TRUTH! And you, Ape, you were meant to stalk, agitate, and molest those foolish enough to think a purple gorilla was safe to be around! Whether humans came for you or not, none can dismiss that those you catch well-deserve there own awards from Darwin. How can Camp Fuck You Die be considered monstrous without its monsters!?
I say to you: become the vile monstrosities you were meant to be! Through your dirty deeds you will reveal the true capabilities of the so-called 'innocents' imprisoned here. It is not sinful for a monster to be monstrous; it is his nature! Return to the beasts that made still smaller the small joys this camp brings! Let none know peace, safety, or personal space! Make anonymous confessions and mistletoe tame and comfortable in comparison to your presence! Go, monsters, go! Go forth, and terrify!
(...ha. Finally. Their short-lived rebellion should provide enough mayhem to cover my entrance nicely. I can establish a hideout and begin studying the campground in peace. Perhaps I can even learn the most powerful camper's abilities by observing the melée. First thing's first, however; I must how some of them mistook me for this "Spock." Although, if this camp has a strong enough candidate, I may yet live long and prosper, indeed...)
Poll Vote!
Character: Kikuchi Hiro
Series: Clone Baby
Character Age: 22
Job: The opposite of Suicide Advisor
Canon:Clone Baby is a live action drama revolving around clones; eleven clones in particular that were born in test tubes . These people have a mark on them that designates them as clones. Their purpose is to vie for the one 'chair' in a psychological game of musical chairs. This is intertwined with a destiny called the law of magnetics; where clones are attracted to each other by magnets found inside of them. When they meet, something called the law of exclusive providence kicks in. What this means is that clones with the same genes will try to fight and kill each other no matter what. This is their fate.
Kikuchi Hiro is one of these eleven clones. Simply put, he's a troll. He trolls a fellow clone called Aoyagi Masamune and tries to take over his life because he is the one who owns the one ‘chair’ that all the clones want. He is also whimsical and seems to be a person who cares only about the amusing parts of life. He mocks others with his arrogant personality and uses the fact that he knows what people are thinking about before they say it against them. This is because he can read people well; he also has a tendency to play games with people and will say and do anything to get a rise out of them. Everyone but a few select few are fodder for Hiro’s whims.
Sample Post: Yo! Are you having fun there? It looks like you are. It must be fun trying to kill yourself. Standing on the edge of a building like that. Are you trying to die? You don't know? Then what are you doing? Just tell me already. I find it interesting, you know. The human vantage point of life. A zombie like you who's at the edge of suicide is like watching television without the sound on. I need a reason, you know. I'm this camp’s suicide advisor, after all.
Oh, let me guess, you want to say, "Please give me your brains or I'll jump off the edge~ I'm hungry and only you can help me." Or, "Brains, brains, brains." I was right, wasn't I? It's easy to tell with people like you. Your heads are easy to pick apart and rattle around; I can practically see what’s left of your mind trying to formulate the thoughts. You can take your head back. I don’t need a closeup view: Through the gaps in your skull, I can see it working just fine. Attempting to, anyway. Your near-brainlessness reminds me of this guy I know. Always in his head, thinking things like, "I want to die already! I've had enough of my life! Ah, I would change it all if I could!"
Really, it's easy to say things like that, but it's harder to go through with it. It's not a very smart way to go about life, but most people do it anyway. What a bore! Life's a game, you know. And the purpose of it is to take the one chair left in the game of musical chairs. There's only been one chair prepared for this. Just one. And you know who'll take that position? Me. After all, there can be only one~
I know. You're thinking, "What is this guy talking about?" and, "Is this guy crazy?" It's not really your business, though. It's better if you just died. I bet you think so too. You don’t have much of a life anyway. All you do is unsuccessfully grub around for brains, while the rest of you falls apart. That’s a pretty sad life if you ask me. So why not take that step forward? I’ll even help you out. Just one push will do it. Enjoy.
I love my job.
Poll Vote!