Academy for Criminally Insane Mages
 

Ok people, there is WAAAAY too much serious rping going on here, it's time to make a funny one. So come on people, lighten up and lets go at it!

It was a warm, sunny day. No wait, forget that. It was a dark, cloudy day. Bob stood at the gates to the School for Criminally Insane Mages. He didn’t understand why he had to be here. All he did was kill a few nuns and then use their powdered corpses for laundry detergent. His clothes were stained! He couldn’t afford any of those name brand types like Tide or Gain, and he had heard somewhere that human flesh worked really good on grass stains.
Anyway, so he was standing there, you know, at the gates. He walked up to the statue of the Great Turd, and said “Hippity Hooblah!.” The gates immediately swung open, and Bob stepped in. He looked up and finally realized how huge the castle was. It was 5 stories tall, with hundreds of windows. There were statues of the mages that founded the school, Sherri, Steven, Matthew, Justin, and Jennifer.
He went up to the doors, and they opened. He stepped inside. To his amazement, the place seemed eerily calm. After all, this was a school for bad children, yet it seemed no one was doing anything, well, BAD.

Come on people, you don't have to sign up or sell your soul! Let's go!

"Hello, Bob. We have been waiting for you." A 15 year old boy said, walking towards him. "We would like to welcome you to the school of punishment. I'm Tim, and this," he said, pointing at thin air, "is my invisible friend Angus. We think that you and we should be friends."

"FIRAGA!"

An explosion could be heard from outside. Mack hated to wait. Things getting in his way were just... annoying. They had to go away. He walked up to the door. "You want some too? FLARE!!" The door blasted open to a mage wearing a blue cloak and a wizard hat. (Yes... If you don't know now, I am a Black Mage freak.) He looked on at the others. "What!? It was wood... wood burns... good..."

"That's alright." Tim told the mage. "We like to burn combustable objects too. I remember that one time when Angus told me to burn down our last institute. Man, we really got in trouble for that"

"Can I burn this one down? What is it made out of, wood? Lot's of wood? Lot's of trees!? Trees burn!! Burn trees!! Burn everything!!!! FIRE!!" And he set a small fire in the fireplace. "Oops..."

"We like wood too." Tim said. "Hey, do you want to go around burning things in the accademy with us?"

A sick grin came over Mack's face. "Yes... let us go burn things... fire is fun..."

"Yes..." Tim replied. "We have a full spell inventory today, so we can have lots of fun with burning." At that, Tim charged a fireball in his hand and lanched it in a random direction, followed by two more.

(ooh, i'm a mage!)

"electric death!!" was heard and a thunderbolt wizzed past them and set a bush on fire "i have an idea........lets beat up people for money and pie" said a black mage with a grin.

(hey, how do you put a picture under you name?)