The internet is a storm of URLs, wi-fi and strings of dangerous code, whirling and thundering. Out in the wilderness you can only survive so long unaided, but in here, behind the mellow yellow windows, a safe and comforting place awaits. This place is a respite from the internet; the fire crackles invitingly and alluring rainbow-coloured drinks are poured into glasses. Exciting chatter fills the rooms from tables bustling with friends, eating from trays of warm, rustic carum bread and hearty stews. Gentle music comes from the band in the background.
[image description: a busy tavern lit by orange light]
Come in, chat away, have a great time! The old location may have been overrun by the Codekind, but this new building has three-meter thick walls, three floors and turret bedrooms to rest in at the top! We’ve returned, free from the battles of the secret pages! A safe micro-community of equality and no judgement. Hang up your HTML-reflective suit at the door and settle in with a drink and a meal.
Notice Board: Free candy in the bowl on the counter! What types of candy are there? Yes.
Wolfpaw looks around at the Hazelpage, wondering why he hasn’t visited the chaotic place in so long. Sighing happily, he listens to the totally calm and not at all loud and disturbing heavy metal playing in the background. “I brought cookies for a reason…” He begins yeeting cookies all over the room, stuffing many in his mouth as well, then starts choking because cats aren’t supposed to eat cookies. “CPR! I need CPR!”
Sparkpaw throws a tree at Wolfpaw because she doesn’t know CPR and it’s the one thing she’s holding apart from her lightsaber.
Hazelthrows the tree away and then starts doing Heimlinch’s maneuver on Wolfbite
Primrosepaw stares at Wolfpaw in shock before exploding
Mr. Micropachycephalosaurus (it’s a real dino) stomps up to Roselet and starting ranting in a in-understandable language, going on about how dinos are mistreated by cats and how unnecessarily fluffy cats are.
Sparkpaw’s ears are sensitive and a dinosaur ranting hurts them so she hurls several broken Christmas trees at them.
Roselet puts on her headphones and starts listening to very loud music. She cannot hear anything Mr. Micropachycephalosaurus is saying about fluffy cats.
Dinosaurhollykit nods in agreement.
dino decides that mr micropachycephalosaurus is correct and he summons more of his dinosaur friends including mr ergomangasaurus, mr astralovenator and mr dracorex
Primrosepaw falls off her bench after hearing the dino roar
Riverspirit walks into the room. Cautiously, she asks, “How does this work? What is this page? Is this an RP?”
this is just a page for chaos. You have the freedom to do anything you want.
Including magically summoning some chips and getting a cheese blaster and shooting things everywhere. its not really an rp though
Also, does anyone here remember the great battle between the twix and the kitkats?
“The Great Candy battle…” Creations reminisces.
Lilacpaw somehow heard Riverspirit over all the noise and said “Nope it’s much too chaotic for an rp lol”
The Christmas tree joke has gotten old so Sparkpaw proceeds to sing We Don’t Talk about Tigerstar at the top of her lungs.
“WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR NO NO NO, WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR- IT WAS THE RIVERCLAN BATTLE DAY, THEY WERE FIGHTING ALREADY AND THERE WASN’T A DEAD REDTAIL IN SIGHT- No dead Redtail was in sight- TIGERCLAW WALKS IN, WITH A MISCHIEVOUS GRIN- Kills Redtail- YOU TELLING THE STORY OR AM I- I’m sorry go on- TIGERCLAW WALKS INTO CAMP- Carrying Redtail with him- Says ‘OAKHEART KILLED REDTAIL AND I TOTALLY DIDN’T’ But it’s so obvious, BLUESTAR MAKES LIONHEART DEPUTY INSTEAD OF HIM- Tigerclaw gets angry-
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR NO, NO, NO
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR
HEY I can always hear Tigerstar muttering and mumbling, coming up with plans with Darkstripe, stuttering and stumbling, I associate him with the sound of falling Redtail- It’s a heavy lift with a secret so disturbing, always left me scared, jumpy and frequently hiding- trying to make sense with evil so bad and confusing-
A seven mouse-length frame, deathberries along his back, when he calls Bluestar’s name Cinderpaw’s leg fades to black,
Firepaw sees StarClan dreams of Tigerstar feasting on screams-
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR NO NO NO
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR”
[continued in another comment]
“:0, OH NOO, NOT DA DEAD REDTAILLLL :.(” Primrosepaw yowls in agony before becoming a pile of primroses
Are you going to finish? Me and my friend LOVE IT!
“StarClan told me Cinderpaw’s leg would die, many seasons later, dead,
StarClan told me he’d murder Redtail, and just like they said-
StarClan told me Bluestar’d pick him as deputy, it wasn’t in my head-
Your fate is sealed when he’s not in your head-
He told me that the power of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine, he told me that I’d be his deputy and that anyone who disobeyed us would be wrapped in a vine
He told me that the life of my dreams would never happen- all because of him-
Hey Fireheart, you’d better save Bluestar-
Yeah, Tigerstar, yeah about that Tigerstar- I want to know about Tigerstar, gimme the truth about Tigerstar-
Hey Firestar BloodClan’s on their way-
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT TIGERSTAR, NO, NO, NO
Why did I talk about Tigerstar?
NOT A WORD ABOUT TIGERSTAR
Never should’ve brought up Tigerstar-“
Creations gets bored and wields a stale baguette menacingly.
“MINE” Primrosepaw yowls grabbing Creationpaw’s baguette and eats it in a bite
Primrosepaw grabs a light-saber she found at Walmart “COOL” she smiles evilly
“No, that’s a cheap one, it never works,” Sparkpaw burns it with her own lightsaber she got from uhh thin air. “And you may not become the new Sandbreeze.”
Primrosepaw drags in some speakers and begins blasting Hamilton at full volume
Sparkpaw throws her lightsaber at the speakers, breaking them. “Please stop dragging in loud things,” She looks around at the not-chaos in the room. “And what happened to that?”
“PARDON ME, ARE YOU AARON BURR SIR?
THAT DEPENDS, WHO’S ASKING?
OH WELL SURE SIR.
MY NAME IS ALEXANDER HAMILTON IM AT YOUR SERVICE SIR
I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR HYOU
IM GETTING NERVOUS
SIR I HEARD YOUR NAME IN PRINCETON
I WAS SEEKING AN EXCELERATED COURSE OF STUDY
WHEN I GOT SORT OF OUT OF SORTS WITH A BODY OF YOURS
I MAY HAVE PUNCHED HIM ITS A BLUR SIR
HE HANDLES THE FINANCIALS
YOU PUnCHED THE BURSUR
YES, I WANTED TO DO WHAT YOU DID GRADUATE INTO AND JOIN THE REVOLOTION
HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS STUUPID
IM NOT STUPID SO HOWD YOU DO IT
HOWD YOU GRADUATE SO FAST
IT WAS MY ARENTS DIEING WISH BEFORE THEY PAST
YOUR AN ORPHAN OF COURSE IM AN ORPHAN
GOD I WISH THERE WAS A WAR WHERE WE COULD PROVE
THAT WERE WORTH MORE THAN ANYONE BARGAINED FOR
CAN I BUY YOU A DRINK
THAT WOUKD BE NICE
WhiLE WERE TALKING LET ME OFFER YOU SOME FREE ADVICE
TALK LESS
WHAT
SMILE MORE
HA
DONT LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOUR AGAINST OR WHAT YOUR FOR
YOU CANT BE SERIUS
YOU WANNA GET AHEAD
YES
FOOLS WHO RUN THEIR MOUTHS OFF WIND UP DEAD
(Part 2 in another comment)
Scorchmist joins in and starts singing (extremely of key, though).
YO YO YO WHAT TIME IS IT? SHOWTIME!
Loonsong enters the tavern through a portal.
NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!
NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN!
she starts singing extremely off key
Then she pulls out a Bisexual frog chair (Inside joke) and proceeds to light things on fire, while humming softly to herself.
Sparkpaw breaks.
Sparkpaw flies.
Loonsong spawns in the middle of the tavern and slowly whispers
“all hail Bork” (Shoutout to yall who remember Bork, the dog demon I made)
“Excuse me, but where’d all the chaos go? Listen, I have a story. Once upon a time, there was a Nutella jar. Everyone thought it was poisonous, but it wasn’t. So y’know what it said? It said ‘never gonna give you up’.” Sparkpaw bursts out laughing. “HAHA!”
[to whichever moddo mods this comment, did I get you?]
Didn’t quite get me there 😛
I saw the ‘never gonna give you up’ before I read all the comment
Aww… at least I tried 😛
“GrEy,” Sparkpaw says the word and then leaps onto the rafters to watch the chaos.
“Yes!!!” Shouts Loonsong, teleporting back on a pink fluffy unicorn. “grEy!grEy!grEy!
Hollykit, whose article “Why Graystripe Shouldn’t Have Been Deputy” with the gray part in Graystripe having an A, yowled, “NEVER! IT WILL ALWAYS BE GRAY!” She then proceeds to yeet the same article at her.
Cheetahheart pushes everyone away and belts “GREAY”
“THAT IS SO OUTDATED! IT’S CLEARLY GREAY” Primrosepaw hollers
*ahem* I think someone needs to go to the doctor, because it is CLEARLY grAy!!