(OOC: Do you just like being a dumbass or is it a Calvinball thing...or do you just not like being with the RP group. Cuz thats what you've done *AGAIN*.)

ooc: Hell I'm with the group, only cause that's where you should be. I just happen to be face down on the ground right now. And when they get back to it. The gaurds will pick me up and keep me with the group.

OOC: Wrong on all accounts. I'm just trying to fit in. If you'd be more sincere and just tell me what I'd did wrong, I'll fix it, alright. These forums are for everyone to enjoy, and I really don't feel welcome with all this negativity flowing about. I'll be more careful next time.

OOC: It's because you constantly do this and don't seem to be trying to improve. No one wants to constantly fix your mistakes like you want us to.

OOC: Hmm...what problems could YOU possibly have...except for crippling (for us) stupidity and an inability to read...this isn't Calvinball, the posts consist of more than "I totally bla$$t00red you LOLLLERS" so its not advisable to skimp the posts)

OOC: Just drop the whole Calvinball thing, alright. This was the last thing I wanted to happen again. And I'm not relying on you guys, just some pointers, alright. Do you burn newcomers to RP this bad all the time? I just wanna drop this subject now before I get blamed some more. End discussion.

OOC: You ask us a question, then you want to drop it and end 'discussion'... Idiot...

Also, yes, we do this to newbies who are idiots. Also, your 'pointers' seem a lot like 'I'm just going to guess as to what the hell is going on and make a post, then wait for the other people to tell me what is wrong'.

IC:

"Where are we going?" Micheal asked the strangers around him as he was led somewhere.

OOC: We don't burn newcomers at all...n00bs, we burn them like a sea of gasoline. And what subject are you dropping, your inability or in-wanting to read the past page?

Well, if the representative of el grand poobah Baron would *taser* arg, care to open his prophetic mouth *taser* and let us in on the divine screts *taser* of our capture, I'd love to say.
Devin chided, taking the sting of the taser in stride, so long as he got his joke in...

OOC: Ignoring.

IC: After looking at the grubby prisoners in his cell, he noticed a group of non-guards walk by. They were a molty bunch, but they seemed like they weren't personal or anything. "Escapee's....?" Scott asked himself. As they continued along and out of sight, the elf sat down again and buried his hands into his hair. What the hell had he got himself into? Why the hell was he even here? Who, or what, put him in here. A thief in the corner belched. Scott looked at him in disgust. He got back up and looked out the window. It was raining outside. He went over to his bunk and layed down on it. How was he going to get out?