Fuck Yeah Terrible Roleplayers

Gaia Online Godmoding

So, me and a friend decide to hit up gaia for fun with some horrible roleplayers.
We settle on a thread, little did we know the horrors that awaited us.

Tank tromped through the area with his partner at his side, making a beeline for James. The werewolf had a mean look on his face, which was broad and dominated by his big, round nose and ugly snarling expression. Once he reached the tree, he stopped and peered up, baring his sharp teeth and pointing a clawed finger. “YOU! ME HAVE HIT ON YOU. WE KILL, GET MONEY.” He was almost incomprehensible with his caveman-speak, but that sounded like a threat. He really should have let Nick do the talking, but he hadn’t thought about it that hard. He didn’t think about anything that hard.

The hooded vampire beside Tank crossed his arms. That was not how he wanted this to start at all.
“What my friend here means, is, we’ve been hired to take you out of business, see?” He looked up at James, revealing a pointed face, and a mouth full of uneven teeth, two tapering down into vague points. “So uh…”
Shoot, he should have really thought of something more threatening to say.

James cracked his nuckels and snarled with his sharp teeth ” you two littel dogs better leave me alone or theirs goign to be a blood spilled” he said not threaten by theis two he had fougth 6 foot wolves before but he was avrage but could dose some major damage with his power.

James looked back and his arm healed up quick “today its not one of those” he said and showed his true self to the two he was now 6,2 and looked at the two like they where idiots to mess with him.

Tank narrowed his beady green eyes at James, confused by the threat. Of course there would be blood. That’s what they had come here for. And then the tiny man got a little less tiny, but it still wasn’t anything impressive; Tank was built like, well, a tank, and easily still towered over James at 6’5”. “FUNNY TRICK. NICK, HE BIGGER THAN YOU NOW! HAW.” The werewolf guffawed, completely unfazed. This puny man wasn’t scary. “WELL, TIME FOR TRICKS OVER. I BEAT YOU NOW.” Nodding his head as if this was a very good idea and he was awfully proud for having thought of it, he swung a massive, tree-trunk-like limb at James’ face with a rather fast, rather hard punch. Werewolf strength aside, Tank was pure practical muscle and the one thing he was good at was beating people up, so it was safe to say that he could deal some damage even with a simple punch. If that didn’t work, he could just transform and turn into his wolf-self, which was even more huge and powerful.
This puny man made him laugh. So silly, to think he could beat Tank! … and Nick. Nick was there too.

“I am not a d-.” Nick started, pausing when he realized the fighting had started.
He watched for a moment, smirking. It looked like Tank could deal with it himself, he really didn’t want to jump into the brawl unless he had to. The werewolf was the muscle of the two, after all.

James stoped and tree and nearly lost his foot “nice try…but a 6’5 werewolf will not stop me” he said and began to use his true strangth by pushing back on the tree.

“Man Nick and Tank are just idiots to the point they are the lap dogs of their lower boss you can throw them away like toys.” She pointed her hands as they just went throw Nick’s stomache, “you want more if you two don’t run off soon, so get.”

This was the first time Tank had noticed the vampire woman; he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye while James was recovering. It didn’t occur to Tank to wonder just how the hell James knew his exact height, although… “HOW YOU KNOW NAMES?” He spared her only that moment of attention, turning back to James when he heard the “tiny man” pushing off the tree. Tank guffawed and hopped back and out of the way. “YOU PREDICTABLE. IT FUNNY.”

But then there was a sick, squishy sound of flesh being penetrated, followed by the strong, coppery smell of blood. Tank spun to see Nick’s stomach punched straight through, and his mouth gaped open. “NICK!” He sounded horrified, though immediately his look of shock twisted into one of pure rage. “YOU— YOU— I KILL YOU—” His loud, barking voice became a vicious snarl, and he launched himself at Julia with all the speed he could muster — which was plenty. His claws went for her throat and his mouth full of sharp teeth followed, prepared to pierce her pale flesh and tear and rip until she was bleeding as much as Tank’s companion. He didn’t care about James anymore, not for the moment. His friend was more important than a dumb job.

James let go off the tree and had a marking on his face where he used to be a pet to someone but,had escape from his owner which meant that he could be someone else’s pet “ill leave so i dont casue any more harm ” he said and quickly ran for it before she knew he was a esacpe wolf.

Nick fell flat on the ground, cringing in pain.
By the time he recovered enough to focus on their target he was already running off, and Tank was completely distracted.
“Tank! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I know your names, because they are written on your underwear that is sticking out.” To Juila they don’t know her at all, as her hands went through the Tank’s chest squeezing his heart then letting it goe for blood to run out his ears and nose. Juila picked up her little girl and open her wings to escape to go back to her apartment.

And that’s when we ragequit.