Holiday Specials!

Easter 2024

This is the first one! I don't got much to say so uhhhhhhh ye

People involved
-Beloved_Narrator
-AST3R-R1SK
((Check em out, this is not a request))

Oh and of course, the OC is just plain old me! ((Void_Hyperlaser))

Me: Oh neet, Egg time.

AST3R: Fuck you mean "Egg time" ?!

Me: Explain to me when else Easter is? Like lagit, the fuck's wrong is with saying that?

Beloved_Narrator: Well you see its called AST3R has a family that doesn't seem to support her, so its not likely just that

AST3R-R1SK: Can you stop assuming shit!?!?

Me: He is not 100% in the wrong for assuming...

AST3R-R1SK: Can we just get off this topic and enjoy it...

Me: Yea, we prob should... sorry bout that... So uhhhh, I got the eggs ready.

AST3R-R1SK: How?!

Me: Writer magic

Them: True.

Me: Also I got my brother here!

Dynamico: Wsp fuckers!

Beloved_Narrator: -punts him to the next marvel cinematic universe- ahem

Me: Yea thanks, alright, on 3 y'all can start hunting.

Beloved_Narrator: But I have the script! How am I supposed to not chea-

AST3R-R1SK: -pulls out a lighter and burns it- Fixed the issue.

Me: Alright! 3... 2... 1... GO!

-TIme skip cus lazy, AST3R-R1SK got 13 eggs, and Beloved_Narrator got 11.-

Me: Y'all missed one.

AST3R-R1SK: Where the fuck could it be? We looked all over!

Beloved_Narrator: Yea, I don't have a script to find out AHEM!

AST3R-R1SK: Tbh, it was funny, lets be real

Me: Y'all give up?

AST3R-R1SK: Yea

Beloved_Narrator: NO!!! I WILL FIND IT!

AST3R-R1SK: ...This is why we can't have nice things...

-the rest of the day wasted on narrator being stubborn-

Me: So, since narrator has fainted of exhaustion, follow me.

AST3R-R1SK: okaaaaaaaaay?

Me: -goes downstairs- Funny story, I own a musket for home defense, since, thats what the founding fathers intended. 4 ruffians broke into my house, I said "What the devil?!". I grabbed my powdered wig and Kentucky Rifle, blowing a golf ball sized hole through the first man. Who died on the spot. I then drew my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore, and nail the neighbor's dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted on the top of the stairs, LOADED WITH GRAPE SHOT! "Tally ho, lads!" I scream! The grapeshot shreds two men in the blast, and the sound and shrapnel set off car alarms in the distance. I then affixed my bayonet, and charged the last terrified rapscallion. He bleeds out as I wait on the police to arrive, the triangular bayonet wounds being impossible to stitch up, you see. Just as the founding fathers intended

AST3R-R1SK: (._.)

Me: So anyways -I grab the cannon and aim at the wall, blowing it up with the final egg behind the wall

AST3R-R1SK: ...

Me: So, neet eh?

AST3R-R1SK: What the FUCK?!