ITT 90's night club roleplay

[PISS JUGS]

[CAG <3]

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[CAG <3]

at least you didn't post anything by Snap!

[Battery Bits]

I was at goth nighclubs in the 90's and they certainly didn't play crap like this, they played the actually good music

[CAG <3]

Pretty sure they didn't play good music. All 90's club music was really bad

[PISS JUGS]

That's the POINNTTTT now PLAY SOME ROLES DAMN IT PUT ON YOUR ROBES AND WIZARD HATS

[CAG <3]

did u really just reference bloodninja? lmao

[CAG <3]

you are very silly

[Poopalew]

you are very silly

Most felt that it was silly for us to imagine that people would respond well to us in such a Catholic country!

[zlister]

1988 sry

[CAG <3]

sorry zlister but this is horrible

[zlister]

*pitch black warehouse filled to the max capacity with pitch black negro bodies, everyone is pulsing with the tribal rythims of the drum machine. the vibrations resonate through each body cavity whom chants along with the spinning wax disks, "let there be house!" the decibel level climbs towards 110, then 120. the sound and the strong scent of sweat pour out the first floor Windows, red and blue flashing lights circle the surrounding blocks but dare not pass down the cross street flooded with afrikantismal pride. the strobes flash brighter, the color bars spin faster, the blacklights illuminate the whites in every bug eyed matte black skull. the concentration of afro happening is so much, plates and dishes in cabnets throughout the neighborhood jitter with every bass tone, just as everything seems to have cemented into an singular black fog of sensory overload- scratchhhhhhhh the delicate needle is bounced across the record and starts cutting into the track listing sticker adorned "fingers Inc." quickly thedj with 3 massive dreadlocks mutes the master channel but he does not panic because he knows he is spinning for his peaople, people of the heartbeat, people of the jungle rythem. had it had been last week when he was mixing for a mixed race crowd he would have been strung up or at least given a hue of purple to his all ready black eyes in the ally as he left the club. but this was not then, he hadn't had a second thought about it because as soon as the mixer was muted, the energy was maintained by the steady clapping of his audience- "clap clap clap clap" a bar went by and he began diggin through his crate, two more bars and the record was on the platter, one more bar and the record had been cued, and suddenly on the downbeat "boom clack boom clack" the next track was perfectly beatmatched to the rythem of the African hands which immediately flew into the air, the mirror ball reflected a quickly changing laser pattern and the subhuman state of affairs drove the animals to swing from the rafters and ducts fogging entire abandoned building with a century of collected dust. the night was starting off on the right paw*

[CAG <3]

the vibrations resonate through each body cavity

[Desolation]

i love your avatar so much. i'm gonna change ur avatar to a new picture of kstew every few days.

[CAG <3]

oh so thats who this is.

[CAG <3]

didn't recognize her with the red hair

[Desolation]

yeah i love her.

[Desolation]

what is your favorite kristen movie?

[Desolation]

i like panic room and the messengers.

[CAG <3]

i have never seen one. sadly.

[CAG <3]

although i might be interested in the one where she plays james gandolfini's (RIP) girlfriend

[Desolation]

[Desolation]

she's so adorable in that enjoyed that movie

[PISS JUGS]

yessssssss zlister gets it. But unfortunately the coked out, holo-glitter encrusted, rave-princess niece of the proprietor previously ensured that "Paradisio" would be included in the night's set.

[zlister]

an xtc fueled Craig McCracken cleaved his way through the mob of rainbow clown wigs and adult pacifier poppers, on his head was a greasy box packed with sleeveless factory flawwed shirts, all stenciled with various shades of dayglow cartoon characters like Johnny bravo, Dexter labratory, and the powerpuff girls(at the time known as the whoop-ass girls). quickly the crowd consumed the merchandise and as Craig mcracken lowered the empty greasy box from his field of view and cocked his head slackjawed at the sight of realms dancing queen, paridisio waveform was a translation of her bobbing pigtails, they swung in advanced circlular patterns as if controlled by an Asian chain whip master or the chain blade cracker vampire from the first underworld movie

[CAG <3]

*marks thread read*

amazon fucking sucks I am trying to spend the 13 dollars in gift amazons and everything requires prime I am trying to buy food I am trying to not starve to death over here but the fucking site I can't find a fucking fuck

[CAG <3]

well i asked jon if i could buy you some food and he said no. you'll have to go to your mom's or your grandma

I don't talk to either of them I just had to deal with a lady scremaing and crying because people are hurting her feeling sna d I had to give her some weed to shut her up and I'm p much out and I'm in so much pain and I'm just waiting for them to fix the elevator so I can get my stuff in my van and go before the 30 days thing is even up lol

and jon has no grasp on reality it's all good