This is the roleplay where you play as yourself in real-life. However, you can bend reality in this one. I'll start off. One afternoon in Bremerton, WA, the Arizonan gets off of work on the USS John C. Stennis, one of the eleven aircraft carriers in the United States Navy. The ship is in drydock, getting ready for its next deployment to the Eastern Hemisphere by means of repairing and replacing parts and other tasks to fix up the ship. Our hero is wearing his blue-green camouflage uniform, a relatively new uniform in the Navy, while being covered with a million gallons of sweat. He goes to the ship's brow and gets permission to go ashore. He walks down the ramp thinking about his workday and what he's going to do the rest of the day. The Arizonan: Damn, that was another boring-a** day working for paint team. Prepping those compartments for the night crew is mundane while they spend a few hours painting the spaces and getting to leave four hours early. I think I'll go to the rec center and finish watching those DVDs I got from the store because they were good bargains. Wait, who the f*** am I talking to again? I'm actually saying this and not thinking it in my mind? The Arizonan walks past a bunch of officers and salutes them. He also sees Kohlman, a gamer girl he got to know before the drydocking and says hi to her before passing her. The Arizonan: I'm pretty jaded with my life as a sailor. The 27th of this month just can't get here fast enough. Oh well, at least I'll be able to play the game and spend time with my family in a few weeks. The damn Republicans better not ruin the release of Starcraft 2 with one of their filibusters. I mean, they are the ones truly responsible for Blizzard Entertainment implementing RealID before the angry masses made them remove it. Am I talking to myself again? Oh f***!
Okay this is a hilarious idea. Little chance of any direct interaction though. -Amsterdam 11.09 Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breathe out. If I want to remain myself, I require utmost calmth. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breath in.... Aaand that's it for the day folks. Jiff has conquered another cushion hugging session. Now on to doing useful stuff. I got a whole ton of starcraft sources to check for insignificant details to discuss... Wait, the protoss didn't kill all the Kalathi? TO THE FORUMS! And then maybe to a good psychologist to check out all this talking to myself.
The Arizonan walks back to his barracks and starts thinking to himself. The Arizonan: My LPO (leading petty officer) for the paint team won a friggin PIA 2010 Workplace Excellence Award for not doing sh**. She is a two-faced b****! Am I talking to myself out loud or can no one else actually hear me saying this? Anyway, I should go watch those Cheech and Chong movies. The Arizonan picks up his laptop bag after he gets back to his barracks, goes to the rec center, watches one of the Cheech and Chong movies. The Arizonan: A van made entirely out of marijuana! Hahahahaha! The Arizonan logs onto the Starcraft 2 Forums and decides to post his latest crazy idea there. The Arizonan: *typing* Here's how the Terrans could deal with the Protoss: They could have all of their ghosts and other psionically-gifted Terrans upload sick images, such as goatse.cx, Two Girls One Cup, and other stuff from the Internet into whatever psychic link the Protoss still have so that the images filter into the minds of the Protoss. Easy as that.
