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random icon spam meme

what do

1. Comment with your character with character name and canon in the subject line. Include game if you want, but not required. IMPORTANT! You must also choose the RANDOM ICON option next to your icon selection. That icon will basically set the "stage" for everyone else to tag off from. You don't have to supply any additional information.

2. Taggers! Hit the RANDOM ICON next to your icon selection. KEEP IT RANDOM! It's called "Random Icon Meme" for a reason! This icon will dictate what the character's response will be.

3. Look to see which icon was chosen and make a tag based off it. It can be serious, crack, and even completely derail from the previous tag. Be creative and try to make it work! But have fun—this is supposed to be crack. Bonus points if the thread somehow ends up IC anyway.

4. Rinse and repeat.

5. SPAM FOREVER

.../hits random icon for this entry. heh.

SOB we've gone over 5k so reCaptcha has kicked in. But all these threads are beautiful. Beautiful. LET'S KEEP IT UP GUYS /will be over here crying tears at the hilarity

Comments

[need_a_hand]

[Apparently Malik feels no need to be worried, he's just going to lie back. Also this can be not abax canon, for some reason I thought this was an abax meme :|a

pointedly ignoring your antics apparently B( ]

[isanovice]

[ Thanks a lot Malik.

Look, once the fighting is over and the Templars are thwarted and Altaïr's managed to shake off those he did not kill, he limps back to the bureau. Because honestly now you might as well make yourself useful. Except Altaïr's antics probably weren't all that great of an idea, and now he's expecting an earful.

Of course, he's going to give that earful of scolding right back. ]

[need_a_hand]

[Malik makes a completely appropriate face for once, apparently done with lounging around. He still makes no move to be very helpful, mostly he just gives Altaïr this look and leans against the desk.]

My, what a fearsome stride you have Altaïr, surely any enemy would think twice to see a mighty assassin limp so fiercely at them.

[He might be worried, he might just be a dick. It's probably the latter, let's be honest.]

[isanovice]

Good to see that you have finally decided to cease to be lazy.

[ Altaïr's voice is clipped, and obviously annoyed. Still looking for that fight, perhaps. ]

I would have no need to limp had you ceased your nap.

[ He grumbles and drops to crouch; to test his leg. ]

[need_a_hand]

[Malik snorts.] Yes, it is truly the words of a master to blame his mistakes on others. Or perhaps I am thinking of another word?

[And he walks over, tone dry.] Ah yes, that was it- novice fits quite well. [And he stops, gesturing to a seat.] Sit, you fool, let me look at it.

[isanovice]

[ For a brief moment Altaïr shot the other annoyed look, but it was short lived. 'Novice' from the other was beginning to feel like a second skin. One that he did not particularly care for. ]

Fine.

[ It was growled in annoyance, and Altaïr began to turn, to limp towards where the pillows were. Because after all if he was going to sit, then he was going to do so comfortably.

But Altaïr under-estimated his injury, and when he turned he tripped; lost his balance. There was a brief moment of almost comical surprise on Altaïr's features, before he fell gracelessly to the floor.

Novice, indeed. ]