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MickRunner

aka Class A Drunk Talker

Congress Content Moderator
  • I live in Guess that for yourself
  • I was born on April 6
  • My occupation is Music, Drawing, Student
  • I am Male Attack Helicopter

Hello there, this my message wall please contact me here with anything needed

If I find the message unsuitable for my wall then it shall be deleted by me

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  • mick can i can ad this au SeaTale for my version rebbot and the 2nd editions i can.

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  • I made this FANTASTIC totally not worth ignoring blog post about my self insert AU, CR!Tale! This AU took six seconds to create and is so fucking unoriginal that you'll probably find it worth deleting! Wonderful right?! No? STILL. I would love this blog post to be highlighted, so that people all around the world know about my retarded efforts to create an original self insert AU!


    (kill me now)

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  • New thred, my wall

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  • So, why'd you decide to try and pardon Riio?

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  • Calvin sat in the dark, the inky, pitch black dark. His hands were bound together, his feet bound to the chair legs  he sat on, he felt cold. He bent over and felt the bonds around his legs, cold chains held his legs still, his fingers brushed the ground. Tile floor felt cold against his fingertips, then he heard it, the sound of the other person in the room, he´d been gagged and set at the far end of the room after he started to freak out. Calvin tugged at the chains, but he felt no give in them, they were fastened tight to the chair and help him firm in place.

    ¨Shit.”He cursed as he leaned back in the chair, he felt his beanie was tilted wrong, the cold air nipped at the exposed scars on his eye. Looking back towards the sound of the other man, Calvin knew that what Gordon wanted was for us to talk, to try and struggle against the binds to amuse him. Calvin was above this, he let out a long breath and didn't struggle, he sat in the chair and focused on his breathing, listening to the sounds of the darkness. The soft, muffled breathing of the other man, the sounds of some machine whirring, and the sound of the soft breeze that chilled his body. He sat there for a good amount of time, he didn’t know for how long, time seemed to be a blur while he sat in the dark, then he heard a door open, with it the painful rays of light assaulted his eye. He squinted and saw a figure walk in, Gordon he assumed from the glow of those bright blue eyes in the dark, he grabbed Cavin by the shoulders and got close.

    His bright smile piercing the darkness as he spoke in a happy tone, “Wake up Calvin, SHOWTIME!” He placed a rag over Calvin’s mouth, chloroform from the smell, and felt his mind fog over as he passed out, the sweet taste of it on his lips as he fell back into the darkness.


    Calvin awoke, back on the stage now as he shook his head, his legs bound to the chair still as he looked around. Gordon stood center stage, illuminated by a spotlight as he looked over to Calvin, his smile held a dark unease with it as he fixed his cuff.

    “And welcome back Calvin. You were drooling by the way.” He laughed and gestured to to the seats, Calvin followed and his groggy eye widened as he watched the small crowd of screens in the seats. Each one held a image of a person, dark and silhouetted against a grey background, “And welcome all of you back to One Week, One Life! Tonight, we have two very special contestants for your enjoyment, first up, the great computer genius Calvin Vaughn!” The figures in the screens claped as Gordon walked over to the small computer trolly, pushing it over to Calvin and giving him a pat on the shoulder, “You are said to be the fastest coder in the world, I believe my research say you can code over eighty thousand lines in half an hour?” he laughed and reached over, flicking a button on, the computer turned on with the screen willed with a jumble of code, “Let’s see if we can triple that in a fifth of the time,” He walked around, giving Calvin a dark smile as he turned back to the crowd, “and to spice this up in a way you all will absolutely LOVE!” He clapped his hands, the dark left side o the stage flickered on, a man in a black outfit stood there, in his hand a pistol. Six figures sat in front of him, on their knees with a bag over their heads, muffled screams pierced Calvins ears as he stared in horror, “Six people, six minutes, I think you understand, but just in case you don’t I’ll explain. For every minute those lines of code are still unfinished, another person dies, but as a added kicker!” He pointed up, a large screen showed a timer, six minutes was set on it with smaller screen under it, “That smaller screen shows us what you have left, and if you miss even one letter or number,” He looked back, his voice filled with a morbid tone, “You’ll have to restart the whole thing.” Calvin stared in shock and horror, he looked to the keyboard and felt his body shake. Six lives were in his hands, he knew that he was skilled at code breaking but…. He steadied his hands on the keys as Gordon laughed and clapped his hands, “LET’S GET THIS STARTED IN…..3…..” He paused, the tension in the air heavy, “2…..” Calvin already felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead, it rolled down the bridge of his nose and began to bead up on the tip of his nose, “1.” He turned and smiled as the clock buzzed, “GAME START!” Calvins fingers flew across the keyboard not wasting a second as the drop of sweat fell, splashing against the keyboard as his fingers began to start thei dance across the twenty four thousand lines of code. Every keystroke was purposful, every press of the enter key was careful as he pulled the lines of code apart piece by piece. He kept typing, doing his work as fast as possible, losing himself in thought as the clock buzzed, his finger slipped from surprise, striking the wrong key and setting back his work, he looked up and stared in horror. It ad been a minute already, Gordon smiled and pointed to the man at the other end of the stage, the man nodded and held the muzzel of the gun to the back of the bound persons head.

    “NO!” Calvin cried out as a gunshot rang out, the front of the bag stained red as brain matter and shards of skull sprayed across the ground. Calvin watched in horror, his hands trembled as Gordon tsked.

    “You were a little slow Calvin,” The body of the person slumped over, the head thudding hard against the floor, “better hurry, the bodies pile up fast.” Calvin looked up, his fingers flying across the keyboard again as he teared up, his mind racing and his body shaking. He lost a whole ten seconds. He kept typing, the dance was fast, faster than he’d ever dared to try, and for good reason. Every step was flat footed, every turn sloppy, but he still kept on, this dance was working for now, but-

    Bang!  He reeled back, pulling his fingers away as particles of the person's skull sprayed onto him, he gagged and leaned forward as Gordon chuckled, kicking over a bucket, “Too much to handle? You should try harder then.” He turned back to the crowed, “Four minutes left! The boy has puked once, and” He flicked a chunk of skull off his shoulder, “We haven’t even gotten started.” Calvin looked up, breathing hard as he gritted his teeth.

    “You’re a sick fuck. “ He spat towards Gordon, “A FUCKING FREAK!” Gordon looked at him, his smile twitched slightly as he stared at him.

    “You should really be paying attention to the clock.” His voice was still the same tone, but under it, a sharp and dark tone filled the air. Calvin shook as he continued to type, faster and faster as he broke halfway thru.

    Bang. Another spray of blood hit Calvin, but he kept steady as he came to the final stretch of code, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he steadied himself and held a iron grip on his nerves, he watched the final line of code disappear, but Calvin only stared in shock and anger as the line appeared again. So, he attacked it again, breaking it fast but gritted his teeth as another line appeared.

    Calvin looked up at Gordon, the big smug smile on his face irritating as Calvin spat at him, “YOU RIGGED IT! THE CODE NEVER ENDS!”

    Gordon chuckled and clapped his hands, “Bravo, bravissimo!” The crowd applauded as the clock stopped, “You figured out the trick, and I wouldn’t put it past you, being a genius as you are.” He turned as gestured to the crowd, “ANOTHER ROUND FOR THE BOY WONDER!” THe crowd erupted again as Gordon joined them in the applause. After it had died down, he smiled and walked over to the man, taking the gun from his hand, “You won't be needing this sir, the boy has finished the game!” He turned to Calvin, “ANd isn’t that just,” He snapped around and shot the man, his head snapping back as his body fell over, his skull blossoming into a spray of blood and bone. Gordon moved the gun in a line, leveling the muzzle at them and firing, down the line, the last three people slumped over as their skulls burst, blood pooling around them as Gordon took a step back. He smiled at Calvin, “absolutely wonderful!”  He walked over to Calvin and pointed the gun at him, “TIME FOR A VOTE! DOES CALVIN LIVE? OR DOES HE DIE? VOTE NOW!” Calvin stared at Gordon, at the gun that now was aimed at his skull, then to the crowd. One by one, the moniters flashed green or red, the auditorium now filled with the multi-colored lights. Calvins heart raced as Gordon looked to the crowd and chuckled, clicking the saftey on he smiled down at Calvin.

    “Looks like you get to live for another scene, but for now,”He whipped the pistol hard against the side of Calvins head, cracking it against his temple. Calvins head bounced softly against his chest as Gordon huffed, then ran a hand through his hair.



    “Sorry for the small incovience, but now onto the next show, “He turned and gave a large smile to the crowd, “RIGHT AFTER THESE MESSAGES!”  The large moniter changed from a clock, flipping to a security feed of Oliver sitting in the corrner of a room, sobbing as he rocked slowly, “Let’s see if the other boy can handle it better.” He gave a final smile, then a bow as the spotlight faded, the curtains closing on the stage, waiting to reveal the next gruesome game.

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  • MICKRUNNERBANTHISPERSON!
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  • When deleting pages that don't belong on this wiki, when the delete page comes up, hit the dropdown menu and click "Wrong Wiki", then blank the type-box, then finalize. No need to go further than that.

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  • No Character pages on the wiki? Uh fyi, theres been many character pages so thats pretty much bullshit, its been that way for years, there was character pages allowed and there always has been. You obviously have no clue what you are talking about, your a bad admin. Don't come tellling me that im wrong. Idiot.

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    • HEY BUDDY!

      LOOK I WAS GONNA BE NICE, BUT SAYIN IM A BAD ADMIN NOW ISN'T GONNA MAKE MY ANSWER BETTER

      I DON'T MAKE THE FUCKING RULES! ALPHASAITH DOES. SO DON'T NEED TO SEND ME HATE OVER SOMETHING I HAVE BEEN EXPLAINING NICELY OVER SEVERAL FCKING TIMES! IF I HAD THE ABILITY THERE WOULD BE CHARACTER PAGES HERE!

      You calling me an idiot isn't doin better for you but you get a warning, next time you decide to act like this then you'll see what i'd do 

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    • Also your page wasn't marked for the wipe so i deleted it sorry but its the rules

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    • congradulations, Hardin015, did you know that Flaming is against the rules? See you in a month.

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  • Look you can delete this if you want.. But can you come to the chatroom...we can talk this out.... Please..

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  • I'm sorry if I didn't give a simple answer... I didn't know what to say... I'm sorry I wasted your time... I really am...

    You can either ignore the message or just not forgive me... Cause I kinda deserve it with the way I treated you and such

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