This is the RP thread for Sure Fire Win: Losers' Club. There is a separate signup thread where you can join and post your character's profile. You can access it here.

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(OOC: I'll be using this script-like format for my posts, since it's easier for me this way. Your posts are your call.)

The various wares in Rainbow Afro Dragon were in an unusual mess near the walls. Plastic chairs were standing in their place and are positioned in a circle. There were people sitting on the chairs.

Neil sat on one of the chairs with his laptop open on his, well, lap. It was the first ever official meeting of the Losers' Club, and he was nervous. He tried not to show it. The idea of even thinking about forming such a group was so crazy for him, that even his usual eccentricity almost couldn't handle it. But it was something he started, so he might as well go on with it.

Neil: Hello everyone. Last week, I gave all of us an assignment. We all were to find someone to help with winning something or winning against something. I did my assignment, and would like to suggest first, but I'll let you all speak first! It's common courtesy for me to give opportunities to people other than me when in a group setting.

(OOC: Salsa, you're up.)

Salsa looked around and saw that no body was going to go first. He sighed and cleared his throat just as Niel looked ready to bust into tears from the anxiety.

“Well, I've started a community project with jninjashadow. We have wome people particapating, but we need more.”

He Looked around, and felt a little sheepish. the silence was deafening.

After enjoying the awekward silence for a moment Jake chimes in.
“I've already submitted something for B.U.G. so I think I've done my part there. We should do something else, like…something”.

“BUG's are stupid. Youse come up with something cool. Use your damn creativity.”

Everyone looks at the one and only 1337 dunderhead, Joe.

“What have I done you don't ask? Well nothing. And deal with it.”

I lean back in my chair and close my eyes as if to fall asleep.

“Continue,”

Salsa quietly walks up to and pies 1337. He then goes back to his seat while 1337 snores through a Boston Cream.

Zzz…

Awakey wakey chicken bakey!

“Wha?! Idiot!”

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“A boston cream pies basically a cake anyway.”

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“So…?”