Vent of Vexation (Read First Post)

[moon_child_27]

GODDAMNED MOTHERF*CKING STUPID, STUPID, STUPID DEPRESSION! WHY CAN'T IT JUST LEAVE ME THE F*CK ALONE?! WHY. CAN'T. I. GET. OVER. THIS?!!  

[Kikuka]

Scuze-moi s'il vous plait.
-Takes pillow and commences to further smother non understandable babble-
-Chucks pillow and walks out-
Merci.

 

[Jllewoh]

*Chtk-chtk* ~Fires several missiles at all the non-active members, including self~ XD  

[delbosque]

*walks in with a large ticking box, sets it down, then walks off*
-after a few short minutes, the box explodes most viciously, also spitting out cardboard-cutout effigies of everyone who has profiles in the RP and is on Gaia regularly but hasn't been continuing the RP. The cardboard figures all burn most satisfactorily, and when it's over, some gust of magic collects all the ashes to form the words:
"How dare you leave such a plot hanging?!?! After all you put it through! The poor poor plot... and now I don't know whether to preemptively make a character profile and simply post something, or wait around for the rest of you to get going first..."
and the ashes-turned-words fuse into the ground, where they shall remain until all the people who had effigies of them burned have a chance to see and read them.  

[moon_child_27]

*walks in, sets cardboard cutout of the IB program in general*

"ahem"

"GODDAMNED STUPID ******** IB s**t-FOR-BRAINS! STOP BEING STRESSFUL, DUMBASS!"

burns IB cardboard to the ground.

*pauses*

*sets up cardboard cutout of "george"*

"STOP BEING WEIRD!"
*burns "george"*  

[delbosque]

*walks back in with a medium-sized carpetbag. Setting it on the ground, Bosque opens it and extracts one of those folding tray tables perfectly designed for TV dinners. Next she pulls out a number of instruments and flasks and test tubes and things for playing with chemicals, followed by a propane tank and a Bunsen burner, already hooked up to the propane and burning pleasantly. After all this is set up on the table, Bosque pulls out variously-colored liquids and powders and such and sets them up in careful rows on the edge of the TV tray-table. Chuckling like a maniac, she next begins mixing chemicals, soon generating a slight haze of parti-colored smoke around herself and her accoutrements*  

[delbosque]

Bosque finishes mixing things, and sweeps everything off of the small folding table and back into the carpetbag except for a tray holding five small vials.
One vial contains a mossy-brown-colored liquid which she pours out onto the ground. The liquid soaks in immediately and after an uneventful pause of 2.48 seconds, a tree rapidly grows up, gnarls, loses its leaves, and gets its insides chewed up by rodents--leaving a tough shell with one sturdy low branch and several higher weaker ones.
The next vial has what appears to be extra-thick white glue in it. Bosque pours it out into her hand, plays with it like putty for a minute, then pulls it out into a long strand, which thickens and turns into a good rope. Tying one end into a noose, Bosque tosses the other end up over the useful branch of the tree and directs the rodents to run up and tie some very complicated sailor’s knots to affix the rope to the branch.
The third vial is full of green smoke. Holding it under the noose, Bosque uncorks it and the smoke wafts out. Rising and expanding until it surrounds the noose, the smoke then condenses into a straw-stuffed scarecrow figure wearing a green wig of longish hair topped by a bucket hat, with its neck securely in the noose.
Vial four has what appears to be silver glitter in it. Bosque dumps it out over her head and as it falls onto her head and shoulders and flickers in the air on down to the ground, Bosque transforms into a very old, pear-shaped, stooped-short woman wearing a mishmash of musty old clothes. Brushing the glitter off, the old woman shuffles around the tree as if unsure of what to do next, then slaps the feet of the scarecrow to start it swinging and shuffles back over by the table where she mutters some kind of incantation. Clapping her hands together, she suddenly summons an ordinary-looking black-and-white cat, who looks up at her with twitching whiskers.
Uttering a raspy-wheezy chuckling cackle, the old woman picks up the last vial and downs the purple liquid in it. After swallowing, she splits into two nearly-identical figures which shuffle off, leaving behind the table with the empty vials, the tree with the figure swinging in the noose, and the cat. The cat watches the two old women disappear into the distance while the carpetbag and the glitter on the ground fade away to nothing, and then the cat turns and looks at the tree and the swinging straw man… and winks both eyes simultaneously in amusement. Pulling a bow and arrows literally out of nowhere, the cat then proceeds to use the swinging effigy for target practice.  

[delbosque]

After passing a number of arrows through the straw figure, the cat decides she's had enough target practice... Putting her bow back into the nowhere to whence the arrows have already returned themselves, she gets on her four little feet and heads off in an opposite direction from that the old women had walked off into. As she goes, the cat fades away, black spots last. The tree and rope fade away as well, leaving the straw effigy full of holes suspended in the air for a scant few moments before it crashes to the ground in a big poof of straw dust. All that now remains is just a big patch of little straw bits and dust... and a lone folding tray-table with some empty vials.  

[moon_child_27]

*burns effigy of Tracy*

WHAT THE HELL?