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discedo_logs2011-02-11 11:42 pm
starspangledhero) wrote in discedo_logs2011-02-11 11:42 pm
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The amount of fanart of America as Leonardo DiCaprio characters is insane
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libertyfuckyeah and mythicalism
Where: Land of Mad Cows and Norwegians
When: Today. Friday. Or Thursday. Whatever conveniently fits into continuity.
Rating: PG-Idon'tknow for my rampant stupidity, cursing, and Brenda's everything. Copious Homestuck references.
Summary: America's V-day plans are ruined because he gets stabbed in the ass by a cow. Dracula is apparently Scandinavian. More stuff. YOU SUDDENLY KNOW EVERYTHING FROM THIS SUMMARY.
the log:
America: Be Leonardo DiCaprio
You are now LEONARDO DICAPRIO, your ENTIRELY FICTIONAL character devised through Nepeta's roleplaying and Hetalia's absurd comedy. You are a beautiful creation that exists solely in America's imagination for the explicit purpose of entertaining him. The cold, boring trek to the edges of the city are made more bearable by your exciting adventures and intricate characterization.
None of this concerns you, because you're too busy solving the mysteries of your life.
Leonardo DiCaprio: Inspect surroundings.
The ruins of the city are not Discedo, but possibly the wrecked architecture of your dreamscape. Or something. It's pretty confusing. Your life is a confusing one, full of alternate realities and false lives. But for some reason, a ruined city seems to be a reoccurring theme. Most of the time you think it's only your dream world, but now you wonder...
...and a familiar sensation overcomes you as you shift realities. You are filled with uncertainty and an unquenchable thirst for justice and the truth. Equally strong is your dedication to your beloved country (America) and a respectable hatred for the commies. You're quite certain that it's the 1950s. In this reality, you're a U.S. Marshall (OR ARE YOU???) seeking an escaped mental patient on a sketchy island.
Of course, you must eventually solve the mystery of your own being, but one thing at a time.
Leonardo DiCaprio: Inspect footprints.
They're obviously the footprints of the escaped mental patient. You bend down to look at them carefully. From this pose, you might actually look like a respectable member of law enforcement. Good thing you're not just roleplaying, otherwise you would look like A COMPLETE DOUCHEBAG.
But you're not so it's okay.
The patient you're after is an effeminate man with crazy tendencies: the EQUALLY FICTIONAL CILLIAN MURPHY. When you're not busy hunting his crazy ass, you're sometimes trying to con him. It's a strange relationship. For now you're just trying to make sure he doesn't get a hold of some scary sack and hallucinogenic gas and stir up some shit.
Bitches best get off your turf. They don't know how tough the Gangs ofGotham New York operate. Aw Yeah.
==>
You spot your target in the distance. Any other U.S. Marshall might calmly approach Murphy cautiously with weapons drawn. You're a bit of a loose cannon, and that somehow makes you a valuable asset to your country. Or so you think.
Anyway. You square your shoulders and... dodge behind a conveniently placed object. Maybe it's a building. Why would you pay attention to that? There's a crazy person in your midst and you have to do a little spy work to make sure they're not in the middle of some villainous activity!
America: Watch Norway like the insane douchebag you are.
The narrative switches. America continues to duck behind a wall, peering out at Norway from the shadows. He's too engrossed in his own reality to really recognize if Norway was watching his silly antics or not.
Everyone will rue the day he met the trolls. Everyone.
libertyfuckyeah and mythicalismWhere: Land of Mad Cows and Norwegians
When: Today. Friday. Or Thursday. Whatever conveniently fits into continuity.
Rating: PG-Idon'tknow for my rampant stupidity, cursing, and Brenda's everything. Copious Homestuck references.
Summary: America's V-day plans are ruined because he gets stabbed in the ass by a cow. Dracula is apparently Scandinavian. More stuff. YOU SUDDENLY KNOW EVERYTHING FROM THIS SUMMARY.
the log:
America: Be Leonardo DiCaprio
You are now LEONARDO DICAPRIO, your ENTIRELY FICTIONAL character devised through Nepeta's roleplaying and Hetalia's absurd comedy. You are a beautiful creation that exists solely in America's imagination for the explicit purpose of entertaining him. The cold, boring trek to the edges of the city are made more bearable by your exciting adventures and intricate characterization.
None of this concerns you, because you're too busy solving the mysteries of your life.
Leonardo DiCaprio: Inspect surroundings.
The ruins of the city are not Discedo, but possibly the wrecked architecture of your dreamscape. Or something. It's pretty confusing. Your life is a confusing one, full of alternate realities and false lives. But for some reason, a ruined city seems to be a reoccurring theme. Most of the time you think it's only your dream world, but now you wonder...
...and a familiar sensation overcomes you as you shift realities. You are filled with uncertainty and an unquenchable thirst for justice and the truth. Equally strong is your dedication to your beloved country (America) and a respectable hatred for the commies. You're quite certain that it's the 1950s. In this reality, you're a U.S. Marshall (OR ARE YOU???) seeking an escaped mental patient on a sketchy island.
Of course, you must eventually solve the mystery of your own being, but one thing at a time.
Leonardo DiCaprio: Inspect footprints.
They're obviously the footprints of the escaped mental patient. You bend down to look at them carefully. From this pose, you might actually look like a respectable member of law enforcement. Good thing you're not just roleplaying, otherwise you would look like A COMPLETE DOUCHEBAG.
But you're not so it's okay.
The patient you're after is an effeminate man with crazy tendencies: the EQUALLY FICTIONAL CILLIAN MURPHY. When you're not busy hunting his crazy ass, you're sometimes trying to con him. It's a strange relationship. For now you're just trying to make sure he doesn't get a hold of some scary sack and hallucinogenic gas and stir up some shit.
Bitches best get off your turf. They don't know how tough the Gangs of
==>
You spot your target in the distance. Any other U.S. Marshall might calmly approach Murphy cautiously with weapons drawn. You're a bit of a loose cannon, and that somehow makes you a valuable asset to your country. Or so you think.
Anyway. You square your shoulders and... dodge behind a conveniently placed object. Maybe it's a building. Why would you pay attention to that? There's a crazy person in your midst and you have to do a little spy work to make sure they're not in the middle of some villainous activity!
America: Watch Norway like the insane douchebag you are.
The narrative switches. America continues to duck behind a wall, peering out at Norway from the shadows. He's too engrossed in his own reality to really recognize if Norway was watching his silly antics or not.
Everyone will rue the day he met the trolls. Everyone.