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30th January 2009, 04:19 AM
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Rare Witch Project: The Musical
A lovely winter evening in the small forum-being-represented-as-a-town of Rare Witch Project soon turns into a musical roller-coaster ride of drama, suspense, and comedy when a mysterious sack appears on Grey Jinjo's doorstep.
Who is Gold Jinjo's father? Will Mandy go back to Ice Mario? Who killed Andre? All of these questions, and their answers, will be revealed in good time. The first scene comes tomorrow. And, as a first for me, it will actually come tomorrow, not five days from now. 
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30th January 2009, 06:50 AM
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Wow, this sounds great. Can't wait to read it.
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30th January 2009, 07:19 AM
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 Kablamooie, you are easily the most entertaining forum member to grace my forum browsing history.
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#4
30th January 2009, 07:42 AM
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#5
30th January 2009, 04:26 PM
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Kab, I'd better sing a *****ing song about chipmunks.
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31st January 2009, 03:44 AM
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(Songs will be written ins script style due to overall convenience.)
~Act One-Scene One~ A snowstorm was brewing over the small town of Rare Witch Project, and the first few flakes were beginning to fall on the cobblestone streets. High above the filthy gray houses loomed Admyn Tower, the abode of the town's administrative officials. In the bottommost level of this tower, the living room, sat Grey Jinjo, his rear firmly planted in a large armchair situated in front of a fireplace. He sipped his cup of tea as the flickering light of the flames illuminated his face. There was a knock at the door. Grey Jinjo sighed, got up from his chair, set his tea down on the armrest, and walked over to the door as he made sure his gray robe covered the majority of his body. He slowly opened the door, looked left and right, and saw no one. "Damn kids," hissed Grey Jinjo. It was then that he looked down and saw a small cloth sack sitting on the welcome mat. He picked it and untied it carefully. Inside was a baby, who gently cooed when he saw Grey Jinjo's face. "......Oh bugger," he sighed. He heard footsteps, turned around, and saw Mandy, the mayor's wife, walking down the stairs. Mandy: What's the matter, Grey? Why do you not sleep? Grey Jinjo: Look here, in my arms, a baby we're supposed to keep! Bathe him, wash him, feed him, too! Mandy: Oh, that's just great, now what do we do? Grey Jinjo: Well, last time this happened, there was significant panic. Mandy: But he DID grow up to be the tower's mechanic. Grey Jinjo: But this one doesn't look fit for manual labor! Mandy: The feeling of motherhood, however, I savor. I'll care for him, treat him as my own. Grey Jinjo: Can't we just leave him outside? Mandy: He'll chill to the bone! Grey Jinjo: It worked last time! Mandy: But we got sued! Much like at that party, where you ran around in the nude! ".....You can't prove that," muttered Grey Jinjo as he slowly rocked the baby in his arms. "I have pictures," said Mandy with a smug look on her face. "But.........anyways, what'll we do about this little bugger?" "We still have an old crib somewhere in the storage room. I'll go fetch it and get it situated in the guest room. In the meantime, you should go get him a bottle of milk. He looks hungry." "I suppose....." "Oooh, this is so exciting! I get to be a mom again! Just wait 'till I tell Ice!" Mandy let out an excited squeal and ran upstairs. Grey Jinjo looked down at the baby in his arms. "See what you just did?"
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#7
2nd February 2009, 06:10 PM
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Another scene comes tomorrow. If you'd like to audition (this IS a musical, after all), simply send me a PM in which you sing a song. And by sing I mean type.
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#8
3rd February 2009, 03:04 AM
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Do we have to type the song, or can we just propose an idea for a song?
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3rd February 2009, 03:17 AM
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3rd February 2009, 05:06 PM
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I wish I hadn't been half-asleep when I sent off mine.
I'm normally good at lyrics.
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#11
6th February 2009, 03:07 AM
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Damn... I wanted a song where I got mad at Iron and Sulz for calling me a furry.
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#12
6th February 2009, 10:06 AM
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But you are a furry.
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#13
6th February 2009, 10:42 AM
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I wanna be in! I 'm not sure what role I could play, but knowing Kab's a much better writer than me (However I have improved since the RWT days!) He could make up some amazing role...right?!
 
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6th February 2009, 10:49 AM
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Oh no! What is this? The next scene does not exist!
Lazy Kab, get off your ass before this whole charade desists! Something must be done, to get this musical off its bum, What about LoMoNo? He could be the one! Some vocal talents what you need, and then your path is clear: Write witty scenes beyond our dreams, the forums will all cheer! Decided to audition publicly, just to be different!
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6th February 2009, 06:11 PM
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*sitting in large auditorium, scribbling on clipboard* Right, then. All people who auditioned, please go backstage, where you will receive your lines for future scenes. *crowd enters, lights dim, curtains open*
~Act One-Scene Two~ In the back alleys of Rare Witch Project walked Icy Guy, his large boots creating an echoing noise whenever he took a step. He stopped at a street corner, look both ways, which was difficult to do, due to the large amounts of snow falling, and continued across. He stopped when he heard a raspy voice whisper his name. He whirled around and saw, standing not more then five feet away, Andre. "Evening," said Andre. "Lovely weather, isn't it?" "Indeed. So, then......have you got the money?" "I may. Do you have the items I requested?" Icy Guy reached into one of the large pockets on his trenchcoat and pulled out a small paper bag. Andre, nodded, grabbed the bag, shoved a handful of bills into Icy's hands, turned around, and walked away swiftly. Icy stood there for a moment, then continued on to the Maud Station, the residence of the town's law enforcers (or, as they were often called, "moderators"). He knocked on the front door three times. There was a pause, and the door swung open. Icy stepped inside and slammed the door behind him. Standing by the water cooler was Gold Jinjo, who was currently entering a small package of sugar into his styrofoam cup of water. "Keeps me awake," said Gold Jinjo upon seeing Icy's look of disgust. "Where've you been all evening?" "Oh, you know......getting some fresh air." "Ah. Well, come on downstairs, then. We're having a meeting." The duo walked down the large staircase into the moderators' underground meeting chamber. Situated around a large table were all the towns' moderators. Icy and Gold Jinjo took their seats. "Nice of you to join us, gentleman," said Gruntling. "Now, seeing as how Andre is out sick today, I will be overseeing this meeting in his place." "So, what's the problem this time?" asked Hatrickpatrick as he lazily played with his tie. Gruntling: Our population's increasing at a very rapid pace. We used to have near total control, but now that's not the case! Gaming Master2k: I'm sorry to say that he is quite right, we seem to be in a neverending fight! The poor hate the rich, the rich hate the poor, far too often complainers arrive at our front door! Icy Guy: They say we do our job wrong, that we must improve our act. They say there is a quality that we now lack! Gold Jinjo: Quality? Icy Guy: Quality! Gold Jinjo: And that quality is......? Gruntling: Trustworthiness! Sex scandals, burglaries, arson and assault, our terrible morals are what are at fault! Hatrickpatrick: When I joined this organization, I entered a career of law. Seeing how we officials act makes me gasp in awe! Bottles98: The mistakes that we have made in the past are starting to bite us right in the ass! Gold Jinjo: Misfiled forms.... GamingMaster2k: Wild bar fights...... Hatrickpatrick: Public indecency..... Bottles98: Prostitution by night! Gruntling: Something must be done, or our group will surely fall..... Gold Jinjo: I believe it's safe to say we're reaching the end of us all! The members all sighed. "Well?" said Bottles98. "What're we gonna' do?" "I.....don't know," admitted Gruntling. "But it has to be something, and soon." They all nodded in agreement. Then, one by one, they slowly left the table and exited outside, into the winter night.
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