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Everyone is John!

Externally, passing strangers may see a man, drunk and crazed, chanting about nothing else but the glory that is the Sock.
Internally, John is locked into a complex discussion about the origins of human footwear.
Not only that, bur he also realizes that he has discovered the true origins of the word Loli. It's like that knowledge was somewhere in his head, just waiting to be exploited.
It must be why, sometimes, he sneaked a look or two at one of those asian comics, when he was still a young buck in his 20s.
Right now though, there is only one passion
Socks.

With the item of worship in hand, John bolts off, out of the alleyway and into the night of Vegas! His senses are assaulted by many different lights and views, but he keeps running until he's sure that the gangster's lost the tail.
The Sock Connoisseur is in extasic, and is immensely pleased by the successful Sock theft. He's taken the lead!
Stumbling a bit to catch his breath, John finds himself in the front of a casino.
The Armadillo.
He remembers something about this place.
And he can still see some cash in the wallet. Maybe a quick game?
The bouncer isn't looking at him quite right though...

Gabe Gabe
 
ThaDruid said:
Externally, passing strangers may see a man, drunk and crazed, chanting about nothing else but the glory that is the Sock.
Internally, John is locked into a complex discussion about the origins of human footwear.
Not only that, bur he also realizes that he has discovered the true origins of the word Loli. It's like that knowledge was somewhere in his head, just waiting to be exploited.
It must be why, sometimes, he sneaked a look or two at one of those asian comics, when he was still a young buck in his 20s.
Right now though, there is only one passion
Socks.

With the item of worship in hand, John bolts off, out of the alleyway and into the night of Vegas! His senses are assaulted by many different lights and views, but he keeps running until he's sure that the gangster's lost the tail.
The Sock Connoisseur is in extasic, and is immensely pleased by the successful Sock theft. He's taken the lead!
Stumbling a bit to catch his breath, John finds himself in the front of a casino.
The Armadillo.
He remembers something about this place.
And he can still see some cash in the wallet. Maybe a quick game?
The bouncer isn't looking at him quite right though...

Gabe Gabe
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Sock chimes in. "No, John, this isn't the time for gambling! A whole world of socks await you! Quick! To the nearest clothing store! We'll grab as much socks as we can!" John starts to walk again, socks in hand. He won't smell them, though. That's going too far.
 
John agrees that smelling the socks would be quite a bit too far. He's not into that, really. But the Sock disciple complies, and quickly walks off to the nearest clothing store. Finding one isn't really difficult, and soon you are surrounded by all manner of clothing articles. From shorts, to shirts, to scarfs, to... SOCKSOCKSOCKSOCKSOCK
John sees the Sock.
He wants the Sock.
Will he take the Sock?

Gabe Gabe
 
"Get this over with. I'm having a rough day, and it'll only get rougher.", 'Miles' said.
"Rougher still if you do anything else, Miles." 'Ryan' scowled. "Better to play with socks than with people. Inny and Akira do enough of that."
 
ThaDruid said:
John agrees that smelling the socks would be quite a bit too far. He's not into that, really. But the Sock disciple complies, and quickly walks off to the nearest clothing store. Finding one isn't really difficult, and soon you are surrounded by all manner of clothing articles. From shorts, to shirts, to scarfs, to... SOCKSOCKSOCKSOCKSOCK
John sees the Sock.
He wants the Sock.
Will he take the Sock?

Gabe Gabe
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Sock loves the socks, but sock knows when to be sneaky. He grabbed a shopping bag, and stuffed it with as many sock packets he could. All of them would be his. All of the socks. Once he fills the bag with the brim, he realizes that he doesn't have any money. Drat! Well, he tries todo what he does best: Bolting the fuck out of the store, bag in hands.
 
Using cunning and no small amount of bravery, John grabs a shopping bag under instruction of the Sock Connoisseur. Shoving handful after handful of socks in the bag and gathering only a few strange looks from customers or employees, John cannot help but feel like he's doing a great job.
The only problem comes when he's about to pay.
Sure, he has something, but it's not really enough for all these socks!
And who said socks should be a paid good anyway?
SOCKS FOR ALL!

John bolts the fuck out of there, with a couple of security guards hot on his tail.
For a middle aged guy that's acting after a hangover, the guy can sure go fast when he wants to.
The Sock Connoisseur cackles maniacally. Another success!
The chase is taken to the streets of Vegas, where John has a higher chance of losing the two guards.
Because whatever happens, he's not losing those socks.
But what now?

Deep into the recesses of his mind, John can almost hear different voices, coming from the same source, but talking to eachother. It's almost like someone with a split personality Disorder is talking in the head of someone with a split personality disorder!
Crazy!

Gabe Gabe
 
ThaDruid said:
Using cunning and no small amount of bravery, John grabs a shopping bag under instruction of the Sock Connoisseur. Shoving handful after handful of socks in the bag and gathering only a few strange looks from customers or employees, John cannot help but feel like he's doing a great job.
The only problem comes when he's about to pay.
Sure, he has something, but it's not really enough for all these socks!
And who said socks should be a paid good anyway?
SOCKS FOR ALL!

John bolts the fuck out of there, with a couple of security guards hot on his tail.
For a middle aged guy that's acting after a hangover, the guy can sure go fast when he wants to.
The Sock Connoisseur cackles maniacally. Another success!
The chase is taken to the streets of Vegas, where John has a higher chance of losing the two guards.
Because whatever happens, he's not losing those socks.
But what now?

Deep into the recesses of his mind, John can almost hear different voices, coming from the same source, but talking to eachother. It's almost like someone with a split personality Disorder is talking in the head of someone with a split personality disorder!
Crazy!

Gabe Gabe
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"Yes, John, YES! NOW RUN! IT'S TIME TO MAKE OUR HOARD!" Sock beckons, urging the middle aged man's body to propel them forward. "Lose the guards, John! They're jealous of our socky power!" Sock says. He keeps on running as fast as he can, hopefully to a safe place where John can savor the victory(and the socks).
 
I think we should spend more time in this store. It's very calming. There are lots of socks on display.
 
Maloney said:
I think we should spend more time in this store. It's very calming. There are lots of socks on display.
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"We can always come back! Or not! Nonetheless, THESE SOCKS ARE OURS!" Sock laughs like a maniac. "THE GLORY OF THE COTTON SHALL GRACE US!"
 
"And here goes the danger."
"Like always. This is getting ridiculous."
"Almost worthy of Isaac."
 
John actually slows down a bit, argiuing that he dosen't really want to savour the socks. I mean, that's just not his thing, you know? But still, the prospect of socks... That feels like some good stuff.
The man, propelled forwards by the force of a thousand cotton beauties, stampeding over to his objective, which is... He dosen't know, really.
There's this empty parking lot... And there's an abandoned apartament somewhere...
But just then, does John realize something.
The Sock Connoisseur has completed one of his obsessions!
And the Narrator just forgot to declare that this is A Struggle for Control!
Someone replace this guy.
There's good news though. Ducking into a crowd, he's escaped those pesky security officers. The socks are FREE!

Aaaaand it's a Struggle! PM your bets!

K KodomoYamiya Error 420 Error 420 KAmber KAmber Gabe Gabe
 
KAmber said:
(bamp)
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Appreciate it.
But the thread is not dead yet, folks! Unfortunately one of the bets didn't come through, so we had a hiccup right there. Make sure to check that your messages aren't lost in the void that is the RPN private messaging system.
Now, I happily announce that the winner is no other than Error 420 Error 420 !

The Sock Connoisseur's excitement for stealing a full batch of socks is so much that John's mind is simply overwhelmed. For a moment he stumbles, as another voices takes immediate control of the man.
The world takes on a grayer shade. Monotony is inside John's mind.
Droning about some interesting fact regarding the cellular makeup of socks, the voice wills John to trudge forward while it takes in the surroundings.
You have a bag of socks in your hand.
You find yourself in the streets of Vegas.
What do you do?
 
John might have sensitive skin. I need to get to the nearest phone booth to contact the manufacturers of the sock.
 
This wasn't exactly something that John could succeed at or fail. No roll needed. Monotony is still in action.

John turns back, walking over to a phone both he had just passed.
Fishing in his pocket for some change, he finds enough for just one call.
There's a little problem, though.
Inspecting the socks, you don't manage to find the number of the manufacturer. Not even on the packaging. There's just the name, Mascalzone Latino, and something in italian. Goddamn lousy sock companies.
Well, you're still in a phone booth.
What'll it be?

Error 420 Error 420
 
"Yes, the hotel room! We can Unpack those beauties and survey our hoard from there!" Sock asks Monotony. "Please don't lose the socks..." Sock reiterates, his voice quieter.
 
"Your obsession with footwear is SERIOUSLY annoying." 'Ryan' said.
"And who cares about it?"
"I certainly don't."
"That's saying a lot, considering you're the weirdest one of them all, Isaac."

"Shut up, all of you. I'm trying to think."
Incognito's voice was loud and clear in John's head, as if it was several voices instead of one.
 
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