Back -- the RP updated.
19. *eyetwitch* Not only is the writing convoluted and horrible, but, um, wtf. This is not how pickpocketing works. Read Oliver Motherfuckin' Twist, bitch.
20. Shitpost.
21. ASPIRIN? ASPIRIN?! WHAT IN HELL'S SWEET, MERCIFUL NAME? Aspirin wasn't invented until the twentieth fucking century, bitch! Come closer, let me wreak my wrath upon you...
Or wait. Wasn't he from the 21st century?
Who gives a shit?
22. What the fuck? This is the seventeenth century. People does not talk like that. And is she Scottish? She seems to be.
23. Ohmigod. LOLWOW.
24. Shitpost.
25. She has wings? Where was this mentioned? Ever?
26. Shut up. What does this have to do with anything?
27. WHAT THE SHIT. Where did he come from?
28. 1700s, bitch. 1700s.
29. "Alrighty?" WHAT THE FUCK. Kill... kill... anachronistic slang is NOT OKAY.
30. Shitpost. Oh, hey, I had the timeframe wrong -- a-fucking-gain. Yay science.
31. Country idiot.
32. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Hybrid how?
33. One word, bitch: Lon. Don. No one looks like they're "from here".
34. "Oh-oh... let's do the time warp agaaaaain!"
35. Shitpost.
36. Teenager.
37. Goddammit. Any idiot can get their stupid self off of a horse.
38. "She had known"? So she doesn't know it now?
39. WTF. Where is the plot?
40. Shut up.
41. And I was under the impression that "blimey" was WWII slang.
42. What the shit. This is like bad porn. Why am I reading this?
43. He's a government kid? This was where?
44. How does she know 21st century fashion? And, bitch, the 21st century is six years old. Fashion isn't that different.
45. Everyone knows about time travel and future fashion. It's normal. WTF.
46. Shiiiiiitpost.
47. This is almost definitely a pop song from the past three or four years. Watch me call this.
48. I wonder why... Bitch, just die. ADD am I.
49. Out cold? Who knocked him out?
50. So... she's the wolfchick, I guess?
51. Magic teleport.
52. With powah... A bwa ha ha ha ha ha. Ha.
53. What the shit?
54. No shit.
55. Okay. That word is of modern origin. Bitch.
56. You are a nutbar.
57. This RP is killing my sense of humour... however, we're near the end. Thank Jesus.
58. What the hell is that, Mutants Anonymous?
Okay, so there it is. We're done.
Thank you, Jesus.
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