Fuck this.

We are not fucking fictional.

I am going to find the guy behind this; when I'm through with him, he is going to really regret having played this game with us.

Anybody feel like joining me?

Who: Riley Freeman
What: Being a gangsta
Where: Sidewalks

Riley smirked as he strolled through the neighbourhood. He was in his wifebeater and thug pants, holding his crotch like it would fall off. A large gun stuck out, and Riley was extremely proud of it.

Oh yeah. Thuggin'.

Mang, y'all shoulda seent me. I was a true O.G.! I woulda make Thugnificent proud! I had my glock, rite, and I was shootin' bitches like WHAT? YOU WANT SOME OF THIS ( Read more... )

Who: Open (anyone and everyone)
Where: The Chapel
When: Sunday Morning 25 May

Having spent the past two days preparing the Chapel it was at last ready for Mass. Anderson had decided on a more moderate sermon today. No need to go scaring  of people. He hoped a few certain people would be in attendance. Rising to the pulpit he delivered his sermon,
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Who: Anakin Skywalker, (and whoever wants to give him a hard time while he's shitfaced)
Where: The bar
What: Drowning his sorrows

Morbid curiousity had gotten the better of him, and while his meditation chamber was being assembled Anakin found an unoccupied vid-theatre and watched the 'Star Wars' holos.

Bad idea.

They were all there. Qui-Gon, Kenobi, ( Read more... )

What the fuck, this shit is boring. I actually miss school, yo! Miss that bitch ( Read more... )

Shit.

Shit.

What the fuck.

Hey, I gotta do my homework?... like I do it anyways!

So, what bitch wants to fuck the famous Riley Freeman? Y'all niggas better get it while the gettin's good!