Run, Turtles, run!

[Anarky]

Hello there,

many of you might know the infamous "My Raphael ,.RPGS"-thread in which a user sooner or later makes the following statement (I just replaced the name with NORF - Name of Raph's fan:

NORF climbs down the manhole and sits down on the ground and starts to
cry Mikey sees her asks *Whats worng NORF ? *NORF said *All I want to have a baby with Raphael the time is getting near for it*

This inspired me and for the first time ever, I have come up with an idea for an RPG. It's more of a comedy RPG than something serious and it's all got to be in good fun. Now, I took the post above and continued from there.

Mikey heard the words, was in shock and then dissappeared quickly. He was hurrying, he knew it was important, he knew that one of his brothers was in deep doo-doo.

"Raph! Raph!" he panted, being exhausted after the short run which was very unusual. "It's probably the tension" he thought to himself, "I'm just nervous... yeah, that has to be it..." He shivered for a second.

"What's yer problem?" Raph ranted, being all annoyed because he was trying to beat the sixth level on "Invaders from Gammatron 7" for the last couple of hours. This round looked pretty neat and with Mikey rushing in, he could see his character being vaporized just before he could hit the Pause-button.

"It's... it's... Raph... You gotta hide, run or whatever. You can't... Shell, Raph... do something!!!" the orange bandana-ed turtled rambled, his thoughts too fast for his mouth, which was rather unusual.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, easy, Mikey, easy" Raph tried to comfort his brother and himself since he was short from hitting him in the face because he lost the game.

"Raph... it's one of them." Mikey blurted out "It's terrible... this time she wants... Awww... shell..."

"What? Mikey? What??? Speak to me!" Raph felt the tension and was surprised that he actually asked Mikey to say something. Then it suddenly came to his mind. "A fangirl?" he asked, more seeking confirmation than an answer.

Mikey remained silent, and Raph could have sworn his brother was paler than usual. He knew what was wrong... again, he needs to flee from his own room, his own space, his inner sanctum to escape one of those fangirls who all seemed to have teleportation-abilities. It was not like their lair was easy to find and Donnie had made the security near inpenetrable. But those fangirls always managed to get in. His inventive brother was really getting upset about that, he just couldn't fix that "minor"glitch.

"Mikey... how bad is it?" The hotheaded turtle asked.

"Uhm..." Mikey couldn't help himself but to have his trademark-grin on his face. "Babybad." he almost laughed, trying to break the tension.

"Mikey! Gimme your bandana and chucks! Now!" Raph blurted out, having all his fangirl-escape-plans at the ready 24/7. "Don't stand there like you was frozen or something. Act! NOW!"

"W-What??" Mikey didn't get what his brother was up to and didn't move a bit.

"Listen, it's rather simple. Every member of our family has maniac fangirls, except for you and Splinter. And since Splinter doesn't really look like a turtle and doesn't wear a bandana, you're the only one who can save me now."

"Waitwaitwait, I do have fan... oh, I see" Mikey said, suddenly realizing that his brothers usually were much deeper in the crap than he was with his fans. He understood and was untieing his bandana, giving it to Raph...
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Sorry to break the party, but this idea just crossed my mind. What if we turned this into a "TMNT escape the fans"-RPG? All in good humour of course, and not offending anyone. It could be something like McGyver in green.

Of course, we'd need people to take one of the TMNT and then various fangirls and -boys go hunting for them.

Rules would be:

• The TMNT do not attack the fangirls or -boys.
• The fans need to play along, so no "And hugged him forever"-things
• There mustn't be any usernames of the drome as names for fanboys or -girls, unless someone wants to do that with his/her own name.
• No Ultra-everything-destroying machines or monsters (Rob, I'm looking in your direction. )
• Fights among the fans is allowed.
• Be creative.

I hope this is turning into something fun.

NOTE: Raphsgirl, I know this might sound nasty, but if you are not able or willing to play along, then you're not really welcome in this thread.

[NightwatchersOnlygirl]

Raphsgirl is coming for Raphael

[Lady Venus]

Can I join in the fun Anarky? I can be Angela.

[Sewer Bull]

Originally Posted by Anarky

[*]No Ultra-everything-destroying machines or monsters (Rob, I'm looking in your direction. )

...

You're mean. Suparobweillerzaurusmon biting other fanboys' heads off is everything this thread needs. Action, adventure, thrilling split-seconds.

You and your rules, blah.

But OK, I'll try to create something less monumental.

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Raph disappeared in no time, leaving the flabbergasted Mikey in their lair. Michelangelo stood there for a while, deeply reflecting upon his brother's cruel fate. He toyed with Raph's red bandana mindlessly.

Suddenly, one of THEM came in... A rabid red-headed fangirl with terrible craze in her eyes entered the lair, glanced around and spotted Mike who held Raph's red bandana.

"Owww, there you are, my Rrrraphie, moi cherepashka lyuboy*," she purred with deep Russian accent and jumped like a cheetah to Mikey. She was very near... too near.
"Errr... Ma'am... I'm not Raph... I'm Mikey..." gasped Michelangelo with terror.
"Oh, you little playboy, always playing with your fan djevushkah**," stated the excited red-headed lady and glomped Mikey very tightly.
"ARGH... CAN'T... BREATH..." muttered the poor turtle lad. He tried cunningly to free himself from that iron hug, but alas - it was impossible. The red-headed woman held him more tightly, causing him more pain. Mikey hissed from pain.
"Don't try the former KGB special agent, moi krasiviy malchik***. You look especially rrrandy tonight without that sexy krasnaya**** bandana of yours, Rrraphie," purred the lady once again. "More... bare, I daresay, that turns me on" she added and laughed flirtatiously with even deeper Russian accent.
"RAPH! DON! LEO! MASTER SPLINTER! HEEEEELP MEEEEE..." Mikey yelled histerically. Unfortunately for him, he was alone and most probably doomed to red-headed woman's ecstatically carmine-polished claws...

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Russian glossary:
* "my beloved turtle"
** "girl"
*** "my beautiful boy"
**** "red"

[Anarky]

Originally Posted by raphsgirl

Raphsgirl is coming for Raphael

I don't think I need to mention that this is what I was talking about. Thanks for proving my point.

Originally Posted by The double Mew

Can I join in the fun Anarky? I can be Angela.

Sure. Just go on with the story or something... I actually have no idea how an RPG works. I just thought you'd go on with the story.

Anyways... still working on a basic setting.

While Mikey was suffering from that KGB-devotchka, Leo and Don were topside. "Grocery shopping" they called it. It was actually a clever mix between stealing and getting the money to the counter. Everything had to be done unnoticed though. Leo was really good at it, being focussed and everything while Donnie was always wondering around the shops, evading the cameras and the clerks.

Leo was sitting on a rooftop, waiting for his curios brother, as he heard the words "TMNT seeker squadron L267 - Leo division: We have visual contact!". Leo was surprised, they knew who he was, or better, she knew who he was, he couldn't tell if there was one or more of them. He just assumed from there were more than one, since the person talked in the first person plural. Damn, he didn't know who they were and he was worried that Don wouldn't make it. But then he remembered, still not moving, that they were after him. At this point, he heard something whizzing in his direction...

[Garou]

((I hope it's okay for me to jump in on the fun. I'll play Sakura))

The hissing sound coming from behind Leo got rapidly closer, suddenly hitting him like a torpedo. It turned out to be a black-haired girl, who clunged to him like glue on paper.

"I got him! I got him!" she shrieked happily, forcing herself closer to give Leo a big kiss on the cheek...

[Ra]

((Oh boy, do the boys have it coming now I'll climb on board as well, playing as Ra, and a rabid fan girl who's bio I'll post up later. Trust me, what goes on in her mind is disterbing *laughs evilly*))

Ra was below the rooftop on which our 'lovely' couple were stationed when she heard the screams of Leo and the fan girl. "What in the name of the seven pits of hell?" She wondered out loud. Out of curiousity, she went into an ally nearby and climbed up the fire escape. What she saw up there made her blood run cold. In her ten years training as a dragon tamer, she was taught to deal with pain. She was taught to deal with fire and burns, and be at one with the elements of nature. She was taught to fight to bad and protect the good. But not once did anyone mention to her that there were such things as rabid fangirls. Staring wide-eyed, Ra lowered her head so that she was out of sight and pulled out a walkie-talkie and set it onto 'Mikey' "Mike, it's Ra. We have a problem. Mikey? Come in!"

[Sewer Bull]

... but Mikey couldn't reply that call, as he was tightly bound and kidnapped by a nymphomaniac KGB devotcha of a still uknown name. He just waited for the cruel fate to happen... or for someone to save him.

[zkarlette]

Who might that be?...lol

[Leonardo_]

[Ok, I take Leo again. ]

I tryed to shake off the black-haired girl, but she literally dangle on me.
"Whaaa, HELP!"

[Masked Ninja]

Ohhh man, this is the best thing I've ever stumbled on! *chuckles for a while* Hmm, I think I may try to play this as myself...seeing as I've never played Mask before. So here goes...

Mask left his own small lair in a dark corner of the sewer and began sloshing toward the Turtles' lair. If he was lucky, his fellow Turtles might be having a movie night, and then of course he'd have to stay and enjoy the fun...

He suddenly heard faint splashing, and stopped. There were a lot of splashes... he guessed twelve humans, at least. But what the crap were they doing in the sewers?...

"I'm going after Donny!" shrieked a high-pitched voice. "Yeah, well, I've got Leo!" giggled another. Before Mask could decipher the meaning of this, he found himself flat on his shell as a mob of twenty fangirls sprinted over him on the way to the lair.

"Yeesh..." he sighed, spitting out the questionable water and picking himself back up. Another wave. Did these people ever quit? At least he didn't have a fanbase... and he certainly felt that friends didn't let friends get attacked by fangirls. He swiftly strung his bow and managed to catch one in the shoulderblades with an arrow before they all turned a corner. He began to pursue them, then halted and pulled out the communicator Don had given him.

"Hey Don, we're having problems down here... another fan crisis. I'm gonna go check things out."

With that, Mask hastened to catch up with the fangirl mob before they could do too much damage.

[Ra]

Ra stared wide eyed at the walky talkie. Mike usually had that walky talkie with him at all times, which could only mean.... "Dear god...IT'S A FANGIRL INVASION!" As she said this, she jumped onto the rooftop and looked at the fangirl killing Leo with love. "Hey! Get a room!" She yelled as she made her way over to the two

[Leonardo_]

"Ughh. Hey, Ra. Is it possible for you to help me out of this girly-trap?" I asked her.

[Lady Venus]

I heard some nosies coming from some where and I decided to check it out. I ran to the building and climbed the fire escape.

[Garou]

"A room?" the black-haired girl cheered, "What a great idea! Then I can be alone with my Leo-baby!!!" Her high-pitched voice almost echoed through the air, as her grip on Leo softened a bit. She was sinking into her imaginary world.

"We're gonna have five Leo Jr's and a little girl..." she softly spoke, blinking to the blue-masked ninja...

((Ewww ))

[Lady Venus]

I got to the top of the building and saw a raven headed girl hugging Leo to death. I walked over to them and said, "Release him."

[Sewer Bull]

"Rrraphie, your voice sounds a bit different than usual... Do you have sore throat?" red-headed lady asked as she laid bound Mikey down in her Russian van.
"I-AM-NOT-RAPH!" yelled the hoarse Mikey. "I'M MIKEY! YA HEAR ME? MI-KEY! M-I-K-E-Y!"
"Well, your skin is paler... and your voice is so different, and you are babbling silly things," the KGB devotcha gave a deep analysis of Mikey's poor state. Then she hugged him and kissed his forehead.
"Oh, my poor cherepashka must have caught flu in those nasty, cold sewers. And now he's sick. But don't worry, your Svietlana Karlottovna will take care of you..." she promised.
"No..." gasped Mikey, almost unconscious with terror.

Suddenly, someone banged on the door!

"Now who the hell?" exclaimed the surprised Svietlana Karlottovna.

It was...


<Someone saves the poor guy. Otherwise Mekasewerbullzamon enters the game>

[Leonardo_]

Originally Posted by Garou

"We're gonna have five Leo Jr's and a little girl..." she softly spoke, blinking to the blue-masked ninja...

((Ewww ))

"NOOHOOOOOO!" I screamed. I had the feeling to get insane by this girl.
"HURRY UP GUYS. THIS GIRL IS JUST LIKE A LIMPET."

[Masked Ninja]

Mask appeared behind the girl who had made it through his sniping and was halfway into the lair. "Listen, you," he lectured with a disgusted tone of voice. "They don't want visitors just now. Especially not the disgusting drooly fangirl type. They just replaced the carpets, see..." He leaped and executed a series of maneuvers that put the stalkergirl permanently out of commission. He wasn't that good yet at ninjutsu, but good enough.

"Finally," he commented to himself, shouldering his bow and entering the lair.

Nobody was there. Just a bunch of disarray and... a lingering scent of strawberries?

Mask took off, following the scent. That wasn't a natural sewer smell! It led him topside and to a waiting van, where he was sure he could hear Michelangelo's hoarse shouting. So there had been a previous wave. The brown-skinned turtle banged roughly on the door, then grabbed the handle and threw it open. The light glinted off his wakizashi as he drew it and sliced Mikey's bonds. Suddenly, the Russian fangirl kicked him in the chest. It was unexpected and he landed flat on his shell.

[damnhooligan]

Now this, I could sink my teeth into. Looks as if you're in great need of a Donny.
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Donatello came crashing out of the back alley entrance of the Starbucks, hurling himself against the garbage dumpster. His trenchcoat, clawed and shredded beyond recognizition, fluttered behind him like party streamers as he booked it down the dimly lit alley.

The last five minutes were something of a blur. While Leo held watch on the roof a nearby building, Donny decided he could use a little pick-me-up to reward himself for a successful night of grocery shopping. So as he ordered a tall cup of the house blend, paid for with two crumbled dollar bills he'd stolen steathily from the tip jar, a woman's scream shot from the back room.

Without hesitation, Donny leapt over the counter in one fell swoop to come to the woman's aid. Instead, he found a group of twenty-something girls, all clad in their green uniforms standing with their hands on their hips, proudly. Before Donatello could ever ask what had been the matter, they swarmed on him like bees, clawing, biting, and even, gasp... huggling. His adamant cries of "Unhand me, miss!" and "Not there! I'm ticklish!" went unheeded until he finally managed to break free and escape their feverishly wandering hands.

Now sprinting through the alley, Donny looked to the rooftops for his brother, only to see that he suffered a similiar plight. "Geez, must be a full moon."