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Happy Penguin Fun Time! (Roleplay)

Jumps out from a hole in the ice and slides on my belly next to Beary.

"Heyooo. Who's the fella with the nice mustache?" I ask the microscopic penguin as I flip my glorious golden brown beard back and forth to dry it out.
 
*shoots Farobi/Fabori/Fabrori/whatever while crying because of depression*
"I JUST WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH THE SOCIETY, WHY PEOPLE IGNORE ME?"

*slides into igloo*
 
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I squawk in horror as the homicidal new penguin shoots the other new mustachio'd penguin.

"That escalated quickly."
 
Watches intently as things get super cereal in the water between Oath and Superpenguin.
 
"Can you eat mustaches fabori?"
"That's frankly impossible. I can't eat my own mustache."
*kicks Farobi"
Aha' you're that cannibal penguin
OUCH! "What are you talking about? I'm no cannibal!"
Fabori? LOLOLOLOLOL

"So, Fabori. What happened to your red stains?"
"They're native to my country."
*shoots Farobi/Fabori/Fabrori/whatever while crying because of depression*
Fabori* And due to apparent panic and anxiety, you miss the shot. I smirked and only you noticed it. I whispered under my breath: "You're first."
 
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"Can I eat it? If not we r breaking up soz."

My penguin mind:
Great. I don't even know this person and she wants to eat my mustache apparently -- and says we're breaking up? I'm utterly confused.

Real Penguin self:
"We're not even together? And how would you feel if someone comes up to you and asks 'CAN I MUNCH YOUR HAIR?'? That's awkward. I can't let you eat me 'ere prized mustach-io."
 
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"That's frankly impossible. I can't eat my own mustache."

OUCH! "What are you talking about? I'm no cannibal!"

"They're native to my country."

Fabori* And due to apparent panic and anxiety, you miss the shot. I smirked and only you noticed it. I whispered under my breath: "You're first."

"Then Fabori, I don't think eating me is a good idea, because you'll get food poisoning if you do. I just had a whole blowfish for my dinner."
 
"Then Fabori, I don't think eating me is a good idea, because you'll get food poisoning if you do. I just had a whole blowfish for my dinner."

"What are you talking about? :) I'm not going to eat you, of course!", I said confidently.
 
My penguin mind:
Great. I don't even know this person and she wants to eat my mustache apparently -- and says we're breaking up? I'm utterly confused.

Real Penguin self:
"We're not even together? And how would you feel if someone comes up to you and asks 'CAN I MUNCH YOUR HAIR?'? That's awkward. I can't let you eat me 'ere prized mustach-io."

"oMG WHAT A JERK!!" I said to myself

I cried off into the sunset and spread rumors about this terrible penguin. I plan to trap him in the ice.
 
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