VWE RP

Even in middle of the festival you sometimes get the most unexpected of individuals pushing for the most difficult of tasks, and today was of no exception, as it was Joelinton Dyxkeson, a longtime member of the Maison M, who fell into the said pursuit of a mission that caused him just as much trouble.

'Is this the correct way to go?' asked his friend Pierre. He was at the very back row of the three friends, whose idiocy and trigger-happy behaviour were evident by how they have chosen to go through middle of the crowd, as opposed to going outside of the Cocoon and then navigate from the outer circle. 'I swear that this is not the quickest, especially if we can barely move.'

'Let's go!' Joelinton Dyxkeson shouted, as he directed a pair of his friends who were just as tall as him to not getting lost in middle of the crowd. 'Don't get lost, you have to help me out here guys!' [i]Blistering barnacles,[/i] Joelinton groaned and moaned as he pushed his light form through the crowd, even though it was he who was getting pushed around instead.

Everybody knew that Joelinton Dyxkeson was a pogo. Tall, lanky, and most importantly boney, he's been called that at least fifty times in life, and it has gone to the point where the Quebecois-Vdaran footballer now plying his talent at Jaglan Royals, felt his own mentale affected

or the first time on this day of festival, blazed through the crowd as if these were the Nyowani Kitaran trenches where an actual war was being fought over.





'Woo, wow, yiooh, wow,' groaned Luigi Tüjângér-Arngna'naaq, as the Farf-Quebecois pushed and grinded past the crowd of human jumping jacks. Fortunately, he was having a lot better time than Joelinton



Nobody denied that he had wild streaks of his own

Joelinton,



Luigi Tüjângér-Arngna'naaq