Dixie Normous

[Master-Commander]

Hey.
Hey you.
Yeah, you with the CANCER STICKS.
What's your name?
What the hell are you doing here?

[Lisawags]

>Shit, uh, I'm Dick McGee, and I happen to be guarding my boss' warehouse.

[Jetroid]

>Cairn Roach
>And uh, I'm on security detail. Who are YOU!?

[Houselocked]

> Shane O'Sacre

>Your solving a crime right now in which you picked up a cancer stick on the floor and smoked it

[Master-Commander]

> Shane O'Sacre

>Your solving a crime right now in which you picked up a cancer stick on the floor and smoked it

Though you are positive you just slipped one out from the PACK OF CANCER STICKS located in your right breast pocket, but you say this to the questioning figure to sound hard-boiled and sleuthy. You tell him your name is Shane O'Scare, implying an irish heritage. With this new known origin, you find new found abilities and get the BAREKNUCKLE BOXER attack. You imagine what you'll look like useing the attack, your muscles so strong, the only two things clearly defined are your moustace and pants.
Your enemy's will cower in fear.
But you have no idea when or how you'll use this.

[Godbot]

> Straighten the camera

[Ghnaggi]

> Straighten your tie

[Jetroid]

>Shoot that crate to make everyone know you're serious about your Cancer Sticks and Bare Knuckle Boxing.

[Master-Commander]

>Shoot that crate to make everyone know you're serious about your Cancer Sticks and Bare Knuckle Boxing.

What crate?
You are very sure that there never was a crate, nor will there ever will be.
You are very serious about your CANCER STICKS and BAREKNUCKLE BOXING, but cannot proven for two reasons.
First, there are no BULLETS OF HURTING in your HAND-GUN.
Second, there is no one around to prove too.
Strange.
Also, the little red arrow pointing to your CARTON OF CANCER STICKS wont leave.
Even stranger.

[Jetroid]

>Grab LITTLE RED ARROW OF POINTING.

[Master-Commander]

>Grab LITTLE RED ARROW OF POINTING.

The LITTLE RED ARROW OF POINTING doesn't seem to like that. Or you would assume it wouldn't.
You can firmly grasp it, but cannot move it in any way. Stuborn little arrow, isn't it?
It cannot be moved, not even by the burliest of Englishmen, or Angriest of the Scottish.
It's there to stay.

[Jetroid]

>In that case, you move away from it! It shall bother you no more.

[Master-Commander]

>In that case, you move away from it! It shall bother you no more.

Oh come on!
It still doesn't budge, you just want to strangle it! If your gun worked, you'd shoot it.
With bullets.

[Jetroid]

>Examine CANCER STICKS PACKET.

[Master-Commander]

>Examine CANCER STICKS PACKET.

REALITY HAS ENCOUNTERED AN ERROR.
DO NOT DOUBT OUR POWERS.
ASSUMEING DIRECT CONTROL.



A young detective-to-be stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 3rd of Febuary, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!

What will the name of this young man be?

...This seems awful familiar... Doesn't he already have a name...?

[Jetroid]

>Shale O'Scar

...or something like that? -_-

[Master-Commander]

>Shale O'Scar

...or something like that? -_-

Your name's Shane O'Sacre, numbnuts!
You haven't been given a name today, you've had that name all of your existance. What is wrong with you? You don't know.
You hear a small bit of mumbleing from besides you, and notice it's your imaginary friend POINTER. He's always been there for you, even though he's COMPLETELY USELESS.
You have a small headache, and can't remember a damn thing besides your name. This sucks. What were you doing last anyhow?

What will you do now?

[Jetroid]

>Celebrate your BIRTHDAY!

[Houselocked]

> Shane : Initiate cancer smoking ritual