Party at Kelly Jones'

[Kelly Jones]

Franks a lot, you just ruined my silence.
Oh wait.

[sheizus]

Gerald was feeling pretty sociable that night, and decided to stop in at Member # 79801's house, where he heard there was a party.
Apparrently this was the place to be, and everyone knew that Member # 79801 was the coolest person ever, but the party seemed pretty run down. No one seemed to be doing anything, and the host, that shining example of perfection (also sometimes called Kelly Jones) had seemed to have disapeared altogether, as if she had deleted her HostBoard account. He hoped that some day she would make a new one, and start the party up again, for old times' sake.

Bring a plate of food if you want a logical explanation for all the food being eaten.

[danielwoodfield]

Clarke resisted the strong urge to burn the house down with everyone in it. Just not the style anymore. Insted he plugged the X-Box into the TV, launched Halo, and looked around the room for an opponent, hoping for a challenge. Not attempting in any way to effect the actions of anyone specific in the room, Clarke exclaimed "I am the Halo champion!"

[dragonflynz]

Martin had never played Halo in his life, and had heard consistanly since it's release how amazing it was. Realising that this might be the only chance he'd ever get to take a seat on the X-Box, he cried "I am the Naked Chef! Erm, Master chief! Load up the level with the Warhog and that jeep thing!"
He sat in place, wrapping his fingers around the controller. Martin had large hands.

[captainankh]

I'm posting while I'm waiting for Chris to finish replying to the Alley. Hurry up Chris, you dork!

[Chris Wesley]

Chris Wesley was the Halo god. He had played halo before it was released in New Zealand. He was the Blood Gulch Master, the Chill Out King, The only man who understood Chiron. These fools had no chance.

He took controller one, and loaded up his character profile, The_Muss314. He chose the level, Blood Gulch. The mode, Slayer. 2 Warthogs.

Now for the contenders.

[sheizus]

Gerald saw what was going on too late. The house was half his, and he thought he was entitled to decide what kind of stuff happening at the party was going to keep happening. He did not want this to turn into an x-b-o-x <s>thread</s> party.

He strided over to the x-b-o-x, and proceeded to start a crude rain dance on the machine. He was pretty sure the rain would turn up outside, but his feet might do enough to get the job done. And when he was finished, he could always throw the rest out into the rain.

Whatever happened, the party carried on as if the console had never appeared, and everyone that was there conversed in a nice, social and friendly manner.
Nudge nudge, people.

[danielwoodfield]

Clarke laughed at the little stoner in the corner, convulsing his way around xBOX muttering something about a rain dance. Perhaps he would make an easy target for a practical joke later. Clarke was down on his luck tonite, loosing the cap the flag by 10-7. Not bad considering the obese controller in his lap seamed to have just gained another 10 kilos. Clarke needed a change. "Woudl anybody like to play rocket ball?"

[captainankh]

Frost hated xboxs. They were against his religion.
Sacriligeous, if you like.
He vowed to destroy it, before it consumed the others.
He vowed to destroy it, before it consumed him.

[sheizus]

Ignoring the ramblings of his seemingly delusional guest, Gerald grabbed one of the little cocktail sausages, and dipped the end in tomato sauce. He usually thought of tomato sauce as cheating. It overpowered the natural flavour of food, and had no elegance to its taste. Well, Gerald was still thinking about that one.
However, he was eating a cocktail sausage, and that was the one food that sauce was compulsory for.

Quite happy in his conclusion, Gerald walked over to the next person to post, intending to talk to them.