DO WE? WE DO!
Character: Stephen Stills
Series: Scott Pilgrim series
Character Age: 23
Job: Performance Anxiety Counsellor
Rating: Captain Homo
Canon: Scott Pilgrim is just an ordinary dude living in Toronto, until he meets the mysterious Ramona Flowers. He thinks convincing her to even go out with him is going to be the challenge. Cue her seven evil exes! Scott must do battle with each of them in a ridiculous video game/comic book manner, while at the same time keeping Ramona interested, fending off vegans and his own evil ex, and maybe a Catholic school girl or two. He also has to remember to go to band practice once in a while. But it's okay, he has friendship and love and feelings and all that stuff!
Stephen Stills is one of those friends, but like most of Scott's acquaintances, deeply regrets associating with him. Introduced as “the Talent,” Stephen Stills is the frontman and guitarist for Sex Bob-omb. Dealing with Scott’s kind of crappy bass skills and their drummer Kim Pine’s relentless hate for all living things can take a lot out of an aspiring musician. Despite Stephen Stills’s obvious talent, he can still be extremely neurotic when faced with performing in front of large or important crowds. This man will fuss you to death. In completely stress-free environments, though, Stephen Stills is laconic and easy-going. Vegan superpowers won’t faze him, nor will the possible maiming of his best friend. But losing a gig or losing face musically is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to Stephen Stills. That doesn’t mean he won’t stand up for his friends when things get serious. Even if they’re being whiny bitches.
Sample Entry:
Okay. Camp Food. Weird name for an outdoor concert or whatever, but I can roll with it. I mean, my bassist only has three fingers and I’m pretty sure my drummer is using some kid’s thigh bones, but we can do this. There are tons of shitty bands here. Shittier bands. Not that we’re shitty. But we just got together three days ago, what do they want from us. Wait wait, does that band have a toucan for a drummer?! We can’t beat the Froot Loops mascot! Maybe like, the Honey Nut Cheerio bee, but not that freaking toucan!
This is going to be a disaster. We’re going to suck so hard the audience is going to rush the stage and beat us to death with our own instruments. There will be black hole of musical suckage the likes of which the world has never seen. And when I’m flipping burgers listening to Celine Dion medleys in Hell, some jackass is going to waltz through on some spirit quest or whatever, because my life is just that ridiculous. Augh, I can hear the endless bitching as people ordering their McShits get interrupted by the rainbow parade of crocodiles. Hell is going to suck. Oh God, maybe this is Hell. I’m going to be stuck playing in an endless wasteland of decaying corn. What if the corn is people! Augh, it suddenly makes so much sense! They turn people into corn so they can’t stop listening to our shitty music. They’re all ears!
Gotta keep it together, Stills. You can do this. No crying! I know we suck! I’m not going to vomit, SHUT UP! Get that barf bag away from me. Where did you even get that, there are no airlines here... So listen up. What we’re going to do is not vomit. We’re not going to cry. We’re going to rock this cow infested parking lot, and we’re going to rock it hard! Then we’re getting burritos! Camp Food, we are Grr Argle, and we’re here to make you think about ...brains! Count us in count us in!
Voting went here! 80.4%~
Series: Scott Pilgrim series
Character Age: 23
Job: Performance Anxiety Counsellor
Rating: Captain Homo
Canon: Scott Pilgrim is just an ordinary dude living in Toronto, until he meets the mysterious Ramona Flowers. He thinks convincing her to even go out with him is going to be the challenge. Cue her seven evil exes! Scott must do battle with each of them in a ridiculous video game/comic book manner, while at the same time keeping Ramona interested, fending off vegans and his own evil ex, and maybe a Catholic school girl or two. He also has to remember to go to band practice once in a while. But it's okay, he has friendship and love and feelings and all that stuff!
Stephen Stills is one of those friends, but like most of Scott's acquaintances, deeply regrets associating with him. Introduced as “the Talent,” Stephen Stills is the frontman and guitarist for Sex Bob-omb. Dealing with Scott’s kind of crappy bass skills and their drummer Kim Pine’s relentless hate for all living things can take a lot out of an aspiring musician. Despite Stephen Stills’s obvious talent, he can still be extremely neurotic when faced with performing in front of large or important crowds. This man will fuss you to death. In completely stress-free environments, though, Stephen Stills is laconic and easy-going. Vegan superpowers won’t faze him, nor will the possible maiming of his best friend. But losing a gig or losing face musically is probably the worst thing that could ever happen to Stephen Stills. That doesn’t mean he won’t stand up for his friends when things get serious. Even if they’re being whiny bitches.
Sample Entry:
Okay. Camp Food. Weird name for an outdoor concert or whatever, but I can roll with it. I mean, my bassist only has three fingers and I’m pretty sure my drummer is using some kid’s thigh bones, but we can do this. There are tons of shitty bands here. Shittier bands. Not that we’re shitty. But we just got together three days ago, what do they want from us. Wait wait, does that band have a toucan for a drummer?! We can’t beat the Froot Loops mascot! Maybe like, the Honey Nut Cheerio bee, but not that freaking toucan!
This is going to be a disaster. We’re going to suck so hard the audience is going to rush the stage and beat us to death with our own instruments. There will be black hole of musical suckage the likes of which the world has never seen. And when I’m flipping burgers listening to Celine Dion medleys in Hell, some jackass is going to waltz through on some spirit quest or whatever, because my life is just that ridiculous. Augh, I can hear the endless bitching as people ordering their McShits get interrupted by the rainbow parade of crocodiles. Hell is going to suck. Oh God, maybe this is Hell. I’m going to be stuck playing in an endless wasteland of decaying corn. What if the corn is people! Augh, it suddenly makes so much sense! They turn people into corn so they can’t stop listening to our shitty music. They’re all ears!
Gotta keep it together, Stills. You can do this. No crying! I know we suck! I’m not going to vomit, SHUT UP! Get that barf bag away from me. Where did you even get that, there are no airlines here... So listen up. What we’re going to do is not vomit. We’re not going to cry. We’re going to rock this cow infested parking lot, and we’re going to rock it hard! Then we’re getting burritos! Camp Food, we are Grr Argle, and we’re here to make you think about ...brains! Count us in count us in!
Voting went here! 80.4%~