Bad Crayon Drawings Cannot Properly Express the Stupidity...

So I was bored, because no one is ever online on thanksgiving. I randomly decided to look up the forum my friends and I used to use back in 2003...4...5...something like that. (Yes, I AM so pathetic that I go back and read stuff I wrote when I was 12 to check for grammatical errors.*)
I started thinking about the first RP I ever participated in, because that was on there until we deleted it out of embarrassment. The girl who started it was a couple years older than all of us and for some reason thought we would take it seriously. Big mistake on her part. We were so ridiculous (specifically me and John or whatever name he's going by now...) the last part of the RP before it was deleted was the characters acquiring their weapons...for some reason the girl controlling it decided that our weapons should come out of our stomachs leaving us pretty much dead, (Oh, the drama!) which didn't work too well, obviously. So we were all dead until John wrote something about John Lennon saying, "Band-aid?" and giving everyone a band-aid, which magically healed us all. The RP was destroyed by the creator (by creator I do not mean god, unless god is an 18 year old female new yorker with a super perverted mind.) It was so fantastically amazing that it remains an in-joke to this day.

But yes. I happened to have my crayons and my sketchbook, so I decided to torture you all.



*This is a lie.