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The adventures of Forced Companions Daycare

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The adventures of Forced Companions Daycare

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12.20.2012 , 12:46 PM | #381
eeeeee HK! <3 <3
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12.20.2012 , 04:21 PM | #383
Quote: Originally Posted by bright_ephemera View Post
HK-51: Obvious foreshadowing: Heh, heh.
Lol, oh this should be good.
aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
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12.26.2012 , 10:13 PM | #384
Quote: Originally Posted by bright_ephemera View Post
BABY QUINN: If Darth Malgus killed his girlfriend, she probably had it coming.
Hahahahahahahahaha! You'd know all about that, wouldn't you, Quinn?

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01.08.2013 , 08:42 AM | #385
These shorter ones are easier for me to write. Have a snippet!


BABY QYZEN FESS sprints up FCD's driveway bright and early.
BABY QYZEN FESS: Points day!
BABY QYZEN FESS runs facefirst into the locked door.
KHEM VAL, standing to one side: Maintenance isn't finished yet, little lizard.
LORD SCOURGE: If you had read the sign inside, you would know when to expect daycare opening this morning.
BABY QYZEN FESS: So when does maintenance end?
KHEM VAL: That's on the sign.
BABY QYZEN FESS: But the sign is inside the locked building.
LORD SCOURGE: I do not see what you expect us to do about it.
BABY QYZEN FESS: You could tell me when maintenance is scheduled to end?
KHEM VAL: Tulak Hord always kept his plans a secret. I'm just following his lead.
BABY QYZEN FESS: I bet Tulak Hord didn't have scheduled maintenance.
KHEM VAL: Foolish little lizard. It was Tulak Hord who brought terror and death to the patch days of Yn and Chabosh.
BABY QYZEN FESS: Yeah, well, Tulak Hord's maintenance still would've been OVER BY NOW.
BABY QYZEN FESS scowls, as well as a Trandoshan can scowl, and suddenly makes a sprint for KHEM VAL's tummy. KHEM VAL intercepts him mid-dash and holds him up by the scruff of the neck.
KHEM VAL: No points until maintenance is done.
BABY QYZEN FESS: Fair target.
KHEM VAL: No fun until maintenance is done.
KHEM VAL drops BABY QYZEN FESS. BABY QYZEN FESS shuffles sullenly back to FCD's doorstep and starts banging his head against the door.
LORD SCOURGE: That is...certainly one way to determine when the doors open.
BABY QYZEN FESS just keeps on knocking.


(P.S. Thing I learned after months of playing: SWTOR's Twitter account gives updates during scheduled maintenance so you're not completely in the dark! )
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01.08.2013 , 09:30 AM | #386
...I see what you did there.
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01.08.2013 , 09:58 AM | #387
Hehehe, sorry little lizard, no points for you!
aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
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01.09.2013 , 12:48 PM | #388
Awesome reference!

Love Qyzen smashing his head repeatedly into the door! Heehee!

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01.13.2013 , 08:12 PM | #389
On FRIDAYS, FCD is staffed by KHEM VAL and SCORPIO.

KHEM VAL: Children, today we are going to play a game. Here is a table full of stick-on customizations for your face. You may play around to determine what you would like to look like. Or just what frightens the child next to you.
BABY ANDRONIKOS makes a beeline for the tattoos.
BABY RISHA seizes the ample supply of eyeshadow for herself.
BABY KIRA eyes the assortment thoughtfully.
BABY KIRA: I'm thinking disfiguring scars.
BABY CORSO: No way! Me too!
BABY KIRA: Maybe not disfiguring. Tasteful little ones, just enough to suggest a difficult childhood.
BABY CORSO: Way ahead of you – Aw, gee, no, scars look sad on you, pretty lady. You shouldn't have to –
BABY KIRA: Put stickers on my face as part of a class exercise?
BABY CORSO: Still distressing.
BABY KIRA rolls her eyes and toddles off.
KHEM VAL looms over BABY DOC, who is busily scribbling on his own face.
KHEM VAL: Doc. I see you are abusing the blue marker again.
BABY DOC: It's the most stylish color available. My beard and moustache have to look good.
KHEM VAL: I prefer red.
BABY DOC: I think the "bright red smeared all around the mouth" look works better for you than for me.
BABY RISHA, having finished a generous application of makeup, looks around to find BABY QUINN bent over his datapad.
BABY RISHA: You should join us, Quinn. It'll give you something to do that isn't making bad Imperial battle plans.
BABY QUINN: I see no reason to participate in this bizarre and pointless ritual.
BABY RISHA: You have to do what I say. I'll give you eleventy billion credi –
BABY QUINN: No, you won't. You never do. You have never once given anybody eleventy billion credits as recompense for anything they've done for you.
BABY RISHA: It could happen this time.
SCORPIO: Even without the reward, you have to do what Risha says.
BABY QUINN takes a handful of fingerpaint and smears it across his jaw and chin.
BABY QUINN: Appearance altered. I'll return to my duties.
BABY RISHA: Huh. No complaints here.
BABY QUINN looks stoic as he goes back to his datapad.
BABY DOC approaches a group of children.
BABY DOC: So, how's the facial hair look? Huh?
BABY JORGAN: I've already got mine.
YOUNG BOWDAAR: I AM A SLAVE. With ample facial hair.
BABY DOC: Yeah, but mine's stylish.
BABY KIRA looks over and notices BABY QUINN's new look. She exchanges glances with BABY RISHA. When they join in staring with BABY TEMPLE some kind of critical mass is reached and they run over to swarm him and his fingerpaint five o'clock shadow. Smooches are attempted. Desperate flailing is heard from within the circle.
BABY DOC, glaring: Oh that is not fair.
BABY QUINN, his cowlick barely showing above the swarm of enthusiastic girls: If you want the attention please take it. This is making me really uncomfortable.
KHEM VAL: By choosing the least grotesque modification possible, you brought this on yourself.
BABY QUINN: I could probably have planned this better.
SCORPIO: Please, children, continue to demonstrate all variants your future appearance may take. I am building a database for…future applications.
BABY KIRA: …I don't want to play this game anymore.
BABY QUINN, still flailing: When you compile this database please note that I am never doing this again.
BABY DOC: You say that now.
BABY DOC gets a little lightbulb over his head. A visible little lightbulb. He makes a note of BABY QUINN's fingerpaint color and runs over to get his own.
BABY DOC: Black…well, it's no blue, but I guess even lil' Doc has to make style compromises sometimes.
KHEM VAL: Red was good enough for Tulak Hord.
BABY DOC: Do you see Tulak Hord in the middle of a hug circle right now? Because I don't.
BABY DOC shoots a dirty look in BABY QUINN's direction.
BABY DOC: Mine's gonna be way better.
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01.13.2013 , 08:14 PM | #390
I have only one thing to say about this and that is ROFL!
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