The Ego Script Game!

[Maraha]

Maraha: Fwee~! Ah, nothin' but good ol' Ego Scripts.
Triste: Aren't you going to tell everyone how to play?
Maraha: We're playing it now! Woot, everyone must use/make/command/poop Ego Scripts!
Triste: ... Maraha, what time is it?
Maraha: *Twitch* Ouch, 4:55 in the morning. Why do you ask?
Triste: Because I can.
Maraha: Oh... okay. My hot chocolate wore off and I'm kinda chilly right now.
Triste: I'm dead, I'm always chilly.
Maraha: Triste! You need some Hot Chocolate for Vampires! Quick, to the HOT CHOCOLATEMOBILE! *Flies off the stage*
Triste: This is a stage?
Space Monkey 3BOG: Ook, eek oog.
Triste: Oh really? Fascinating! *Listens intently to 3BOG*
3BOG: And I ook to him I ook, "Oh eek you nyeek!"
Triste: :O NO WAI!

(Maraha *Hiding from the others*: Yup, this is the Ego Script game, here you HAVE to post only Ego Scripts, but unlike the Sidenote Game/The Evil Game, you don't HAVE to post every time you enter this thread, just to let you all know.)

[Ashen Rain]

Ashen: *Pokes her head in* Oh, an ego script game, huh? Well well... time for me to get my script on. *cracks knuckles*
Addman: ... What the hell was that?
Ashen: What was what?
Addman: Was that you attempting to sound tough?
3kul: Actually, I think it was more of a... 'pretending to be cool' thing.
Ashen: ... But... I'm cool...
Raven: As if, sweet heart. The Arctic region of Hell is cooler than you are.
Panther: Yeah, seriously. What are you trying to play here?
Ashen: *sniffles*
Addman: Oh, lord. She's going to cry. *sighs* Someone get the fire hose.
Ashen: Why do you all have to be so mean?!
3kul: Because that's what we do. We're the Evil Council, remember?
Ashen: ... Well, yeah... But I'm part of your group too...
Hislordship: Pish. You were barely voted in to begin with.
Addman: Yeah, you were so uninteresting that half of us ignored your voting thread.
Panther: Who was the one vote who actually chose 'yes' to her joining any way?
Cloud: *walks in* Hey guys! Oh, hey Ashen, how's it going?
Majority of the EC: *glares at Cloud*
Cloud: ... What'd I do?
3kul: Nothing! Never mind. So, what do we do with her now?
Shaon: I say we vote her out.
Ashen: What?! But I haven't done anything wrong!
Mdude: That's what you think.
Kat05: You're so just not EC material anymore.
Seph: Seriously. We'd be so much more awesome without you.
Twstdtink: Yeah! I haven't been to the EC in quite a while, and I know that for a fact.
Ashen: But... but...
Addman: Oh jeeze... Where the hell is my fire hose, people? I need it!
Ashen: *Bursts into tears before running off, crying her eyes out*
3kul: ... Well that went well.
Raven: Yeah! National 'Pick on Ashen' day was a blast!
Addman: You said it! And man, she can really fake cry pretty well, don't you guys think? Great job! It's a good thing Chronos told her what day it was, or-
Chronos: *Wanders into the hall suddenly* Oh, hey guys! You haven't seen Ashen have you? I've been looking for her to tell her what day it was for forever!
*beep*
Panther: ... You mean... You didn't tell her?
Hislordship: Oh my.
Kat05: Well... This is bad.
*beep*
EnDSchultz: Hey... Does anyone else hear that interesting ticking noise?
Chronos: *blinks, has a sudden realization, then slips silently out of the room*
*beep*
3kul: Yeah... Where's it coming from?
Raven: Oh! There! See, it's this little saucer like plate with a glowing, blinking, beeping light on the top!
*Beep*
Cloud: Yeah! Right where Ashen was last standing, too!
*beep*
Addman: Hm... I wonder what it...
*beepbeepbeeeeeeeeeeee...

*KABOOM!*

*An hour later*
Addman: *bursts through the rubble in a puff of cement dust* Oh, man... Is everyone alright?
Cloud: Yeah!
Seph: I'm good!
3kul: OH GODS! MY ARM IS MISSING!
Addman: Suck it up, 3kul!
EnDSchultz: So... I suppose this puts an end to 'Pick on Ashen' day then?
Raven: Guess so... So, who's up tomorrow?
Hislordship: Hm... *checks handy schedule* I believe it would be our darkest of Psychoes, DP.
Addman: Oh, this'll be a cake walk! What can DP do to us that is worse than what Ashen did?
Panther: Uh... Addma-
Seph: ... Wait... Just... just don't tell him. He'll find out on his own...

[addman]

Addman: Brilliant, another Ego Script game, where we can flex our proverbial Ego Muscle!
Fort: Bwahaha, everyone will bow down to our overwhelming prowess!
Addman: Alright Fort, I know this is just a formality, but let's sit down and read what competition we're up against.
Fort: Heh, is there any need?
Addman: Not really, I just fancied a good laugh.
Fort: Alright then, let's see...HA! The thread only has two posts so far!
Addman: This'll be easier than your mother.
Fort: For the last time, my mother is not a blow up doll!
Addman: Then why do you have such shiny, plastic-like skin?
Fort: I...fell into a laminator.
Addman: Bwahaha!
Fort: Just shut up and read....wait...no...this can't be!
Addman: What?
Fort: These are...these are actually...GOOD!
Addman: What? Gimmie that!
Fort: It's a computer screen, I can't just pass it to you like some sort of gadget.

*Addman pushes Fort out of the way and reads*

Addman: You're right! Our Ego crowns are at stake!
Fort: No! I need my crown to cover this gaping wound from that time you pushed me!
Addman: Well Fort, if we don't up our game, we're going to be wearing the backup crowns from now on.
Fort: *Gasp* You mean, the free Burger King crowns!
Addman: C'mon, we need to think up a topic for our next script.
Fort: Hmmm, how about, we go on an excellent adventure?
Addman: TO GRIMSBY!
Fort: ...Or the dimension of scantily-clad bikini biker babes?
Addman: Or Grimsby!
Fort: ...You do realise that Grimsby is actually a very boring place, right?
Addman: Really? I thought it was an ironic name. My grandma likes Grimsby.
Fort: We're not getting anywhere with this, let me consult with my crack team of writers...

*Fort's expression goes blank*

Fort: C'mon guys, we need your help!
Neil: Well well well, look who's come crawling back!
Fort: It's not like that, I just...
Common Sense: That's right, where were we during The Wall?
Fort: But that was...
Hunter: We've been pushed out of the circle. All of us alter egos have been trapped in a closet in your brain for months!
Predator: When I sneeze, only dust comes out.
Bob: Oook!
Fort: Oh, you're right Bob! I'm so sorry!
Neil: Yeah, too busy gallavanting around with that blue rug to see his old friends.
Bob: Ook!
Fort: I haven't sold out! I haven't!
Addman: Hey guys, what's going on?
Neil: How'd he get in here?
Fort: What the?! Addman, are you in my head?
Addman: I wondered what was taking so long.
Hunter: THERE HE IS! THE FORT-STEALER!
Predator: SEIZE HIM!
Addman: Did I come at a bad tim-ARGH!

*Addman wakes up dangling upside down over a bubbling cauldron*

Fort: This is madness! Madness!
Neil: It's the only way...
All: The only way...
Fort: But surely we can't eat Addman.
Addman: Eat me!? I'm too pretty to eat!
All: The only way...
Addman: But I'm all furry! You'll get fluff in your teeth!

*Addman looks down (or up, depending on how you look at it) and sees he's been shaved completely. He turns a shade of red*

Fort: Well you could have left the fur around his...ahem...squeaker...
All: The only way...
Addman: Oh God! Fort do something!
Fort: Okay, okay, I'll get you out of this.
Neil: Whatever you're about to say...NO!
Fort: Awww, well I tried.
Neil: Now, Bob, lower the fat one into the pot!
Bob: Oook
All: Yes, the only way...
Addman: Crap! I've got it! The only way to defeat Fort's alter egos is to create a new alter ego of my own!

*Addman concentrates, and a small, blue muppet wearing a loin cloth and bone through his nose pops out of Addman's head*

Addman: Success!
Neil: Who's that?
Addman: Destroy them, alter ego of doom!
Fort: He looks like a cannibal.
Addman: Aww man, are you sure?
Fort: Well he's holding a knife and fork, and is wearing a lobster bib.
Addman: Well so are you!
Fort: Hey, waste not, want not.
Addman: Goddammit!
Bob: OOK!
Addman: What did he say?
Hunter: He said that this is barbaric and we should stop.
Common Sense: Dude, shut up!
Bob: Ooook!
Addman: And that?
Hunter: He said, if you want to escape Fort's mind, simply blink three times and say "There's no place like home".
Common Sense: DUDE! Shut up!
Addman: Thanks Bob!
Neil: ARGH! Quick! Get the matchsticks to prop his eyes open!
Addman: There's no place like home!

*Addman appears in the Cave again*

Addman: Phew, I made it!
Slugfoot: What're you doing in my stew?
Addman: Holy hell! Let me out!
Slugfoot: Too late!

*Slugfoot slams the lid on the pot and leaves to simmer for two hours*

[Somefreakoverthere]

Sfot: So....If a villian kidnaps me a hero has in turn gotta save me? Neat! Gotta go get kidnaped by a villi-
Omod: Is that actuly gonna work?
Sfot: No idea. I live in hope!
Ssod: DOOOOM!
Omod: She said your not alive so you can't live in hope.
Sfot: ...Shut up.
Ssod: *hisses* DOOOOOOOM!

*Sfot rolls up a newspaper and thwacks Ssod with it*

Umod: ...Why am I here?
Omod: Because I'm here. We're somehow related, dunno how. Therefore when I arrive, you have to pop up too.
Umod: *pouts* But I don't even belong to Sfot! I'm belong to Maraha!
Sfot: Oh yeah?

*Sfot pulls out a copywrite stamp and slams it down of Ssod, Omod and herself before missing Umod*

Maraha: MARSHMELLOW FLAVORED CHEESE!
Sfot: Crud!
Tsoi: And I had to tag along...Why? WHY?!
Omod: Best you don't ask. Trust me.
Ssod: DOOOOOOOOM!
Umod: Serously.

*Maraha, Umod and Tsoi leg it out of there, one of them screaming random words*

Sfot: ...What do you think the chances of me getting kidnapped by Vl-
Ssod: DOOOM!
Omod: What she said. Not even that idiot would try it.
Sfot: Spoilsports...

[Maraha]

Maraha: Lord Paradox! Your dentist is missing.
Lord Paradox: I do say! Does this mean I'm not a Paradox?
Triste: Enough of the stupid jokes, people!
Maraha: ... Fine! It's just that... well, I was thinking...
Triste: Why are you drooling?
Maraha: That ain't drool, I got a new shower liner and the plastic is making my nose run.
Maraha's Nose: *Runs around Triste*
Triste: ... *Hands Maraha some tissue*

*A few hours later*

Maraha: AND I SEZ TO *HIC* I SEZ, ARE YOU SEEIN' ANUDDER WALL!?
Triste: And what did he say!?
Maraha: *Hic* Urm, he said '...'
Triste: ... Why didn't he ever talk?
The Black Soul: 'Cause he was a wall, stupid.
Triste: I knew that...
Mister Creazil: I was not a wall! I was just quiet...
Maraha: >:O *Eats Creazil*
Creazil: Nice to see you to, oh creative one.
Maraha: ANYWAY! As I was saying before Triste mentioned my beautiful snot... How could me and Tsoi (The Something of Insanity) be in the same room at the same time? I AM The Something of Insanity!
Insanity: Heh, shouldn't it be the Slave of Insanity?
Rick: Wouldn't that be Tsloi?
Insanity: I guess it could be...

*A few days later*

Maraha *In Bruin norn form*: Argh! My bananas are missing and there's drool all over my house!
Draconorn: Heh.
KC11: Heheh.
The Black Soul: Huh?
Symia: Oh snap, that was you, BonnieShee?
All: Maraha.
Symia: Whoops, my mistake, I forgot that that's what she's called here.
Draconorn: Wait a second, you have a house, Maraha?
Maraha: Duh, do you think I live in a cardboard box in the ally by a Jack In The Box?
All: Yes.
Maraha: Well, actually I'd prefer living in a cardboard box... but unfortunatly I live in a Shoebox, even smaller than the Cardboard boxes one would usually find in San Diego.
Drac: Are you still by a JITB?
Maraha: Yup, I love those horse-feet chicken sammiches.
Triste: Hey Maraha, what time is it?
Maraha: *Accidently slaps Sfot's shoulder* Sorry, must be a new tick. Anyway, it's 4:35 in the morning, why do you ask?
Triste: Because I can.
Maraha: Oh... Okay... I'm out of Ice Cream and I need sugar.
Triste: I'm dead, I have no real needs other than blood.
Maraha: But Triste! You NEED Ice Cream! Quick, to the ICE CREAMMOBILE! *Tap Dances off the Elephant*
Triste: This is an Elephant?
3Bog The Space Monkey: Ook eek.
Triste: Woah, Deja Vu...
3Bog: Tell me about it!
Triste: O_o?
3Bog: Ook!
Triste: <_<; >_>; o_o;

[Somefreakoverthere]

Sfot: Whoo! NOCTURN! BOX GHOST!

*Sfot goes past screaming the names of various Danny Phantom monsters madly*

Omod: Gah! What idiot let that idiot near an episode of Danny Phantom?!
Ssod: DOOOM!
Omod: Good point, I'll bug Draconorn later about her sig and av. But seriously, why did she have to pick that cartoon of all the ones she could pick?! She hasn't even seen one of it!
Ssod: DOOOOOOOM! DEATH DOOOOOOM!
Omod: Your joking, right? What idiot let her go watch Phantom planet and Infinite realms?!?
Ssod: Dooooom....
Omod: Oh your kidding me...Please tell me she hasn't...
Ssod: She has.
Omod: ...What?
Ssod: DOOOM! Death DOOOOOOOOM!
Omod: She better not try and view the rest of them! We're in trouble if she does...

*Sfot comes past again, having dyed her hair white and tied it up*

Sfot: UNDERGROTH! Fweeee!~
Ssod: Destruction....
Omod: She's definity been at the wiki, Ssod. And youtube. And some other site which has given her those vidios... DeviantART too.
Ssod: Dooooom...

[Maraha]

Rick: WHO AM I!?
Maraha: You're a little batch of text I made up for my last script, you're a nobody.
Triste: Harsh.
Rick: *Slowly turns to dust and is then carried away by a gentle breeze*
Maraha: Let's chew on Ssod!
Triste: What does Ssod stand for?
Maraha: Strange Spirit of Doom, was it?
Umod: I'm the Undertaking Minstrel of Dawn.
Omod: I'm the Overtaking Malteeser of Dusk, I think... Ssod's been gnawing on my brain.
Ssod: BRAAaaaaiiinnns.... *Munch munch slurp munch munch*

[Somefreakoverthere]

Omod: Guys, this isn't Ssod.
Umod: What makes you think that?
Omod: This person just said "Brains". All Ssod can say is Death, doom and destruction. I tend to understand what she means, regardless...

*Ssod bursts in*

Ssod: DOOOOM!
Omod: Y'see? I said this zombie wasn't Ssod!... I think I did, anyway.
Zombie: Brains...
Umod: ...PUNCHING BAG YAY!

Zombie:
Sfot:
Omod: Bwhahahahah!... I mean !
Maraha:
Umod: ....What?

[Maraha]

Maraha: My face is stuck!
Triste: That smile looks g-... You're ugly.
Maraha: Master of Tact!
Triste: Yup!
Insanity: Tacticles!
Net: Giggity!
Sfot: *Strangles Net*

[Draconorn]

Drac: *looks around* Wow, never thought I'd be doing this at Balckstar.
Jak: No kidding.
Jynx: Wrong time period guys, you're supposed to be another 400 years into the future.
Drac: We are?
Jak: Then why are we awake?
Daxter: *snores*
Danny: RUN AWAY! SHE'S AFER ME! Again....
Jynx: Doesn't she ever get tired of this?
Eve: Stand still you white haired freak! I must shoot you!
Danny: '_';
Dusky: Deja vu.... this exact same thing happened at TOCAF.... twice....
Danny: *is stabbed* no, seriously? I still have the scars... I need to drain somebody's life force. Hey Drac!
Drac: NO >
Eve: Die! *stab* No! *shoots* Not working!
Danny: *sighs* I'm already dead! I've told you what, five times now?
Eve: Ummmm....
Jynx: Stoopid

[Somefreakoverthere]

Sfot: Danny Phantom ain't dead.
Omod: You got her started, Drac! RUUUUUN!
Sfot: He's alive. He can still die. He's just half ghost. Trust me.
Ssod: Doooom.....
Omod: Ssod said "She'd know. She's watched the title thing like a hundred times now on Youtube..."
Sfot: Uh-hu. Wait...Now people know what my new obbsesion is. O_.

*Sfot squeels and hugtackles Danny Phantom*

Omod: Wait...He was only refered to as having white hair and first name being Danny. He could of been a random albino boy who's dead in the same way Sfot is...
Umod: AHHH! EVERYBODY'S RANTING!

[Maraha]

Maraha: I know a man named Danny!
Sfot: *Squee's*
Maraha: He's my dad.
Sfot: D:

[Draconorn]

((sfot, the Danny in DIMENSION is dead. Sorta. Still walking round and eating, but not dying.... hard to explain. Maybe you shjould read it))
Danny: You are an evil author. I've had to put up with so much and-
Drac: I agree!
Ratchet: I dun wanna die!!! D':
Jynx: *walks in* Oops, wrong time period. Hi great grandpa Ratchet! *walks out*
Ratchet: That was... odd.

[Intyalle]

Intyalle: *looks up from book* You're kidding me. Who dragged us to one of these things again.
Noldokuruni: *raises hand*
Intyalle: *glares at Kuruni*
Noldokuruni: Well, we're just so good at these things! We do it all the time, I figured we may as well go somewhere where everyone else did too...
Melanaur: *plays idly with fireball* *yawns* Now what?
Insanity: *nibbles on self*
Eldalie: *bursts in* There you are, feind of fire!
Intyalle: Not AGAIN! You need to stop saying that, Melanaur.
Eldalie: *fires arrow*
Melanaur: *dodges arrow and burns it* Why should I? It's fun tormenting her...
Intyalle: Will any of you ever grow up?
Eldalie: *fires another arrow*
Melanaur: *burns arrow* *sends a fireball Intyalle's way*
Intyalle: *fireball disintegrates just before hitting* *sigh* You already know you can't hit me, I'm the original AP.
Melanaur: Eldalie! Pointy-Ears! The Corrupted Cave is that way! *points*
Eldalie: *looks* Evil must die! *runs off*
Melanaur: See, it's just too easy. It'll be hours before she gets close enough to realise that it's actually the Citadel.
Insanity: *nibbles on self*

[Maraha]

Maraha: I cannot let this die! Sfot, you know how it works, lets bring this thing back to (un)life!
Sileo: More... zombies? Dreamweaver, they're scaring me!
Dreamweaver: o~o; You're not alone.
Maraha: Yo, Dream, you should be used to that kinda stuff, what with the whole you dating a tech-ghost and all...
Dreamweaver: Good point.