This is Huey Freeman. Sorry I can't come to phone right now, I have some stuff to attend to. Leave a message.

( [Private/Unhackable] )

Well second entry of the month onto the network and thankfully I'm not cursed. But we'll see how long that will last. For anyone whom I stole from, I'm sorry about that. Also for those whom know me and had the misfortune opportunity to meet a certain new resident. He's my younger brother and his attitude is influenced heavily on the gangsta rap culture spread out like a horrible case of herpes in the mainstream media. So if he says anything that gives you a moment of pause, don't pay him too much mind. He just doesn't know any better.

Oh what troubling times we live in. Us poor youths whom have no parental figures in our lives are forced to struggle with a miserable livelihood. Though there are a quite a few of you...happy people who've seen fit to donate something. So on behalf of all of us little alley rats and street performers, thank you all for your kind patronage. Although, be careful with your tips, we don't do refunds in the event that you give too much.

And on another note, if you're looking for a enjoyable show, come searching the streets to see me and my partner wow you all with acrobatic feats which are sure to wow you.


( [OOC Note] )

Okay this day is getting ridiculous, I've been going around giving people ratings all day while at the same time getting rated by various people. Though it has become quite a bit of a shock to hear people say that they would...engage in certain activities with me should a few years pass. Which was as worrisome as some older girl, probably the one from that group I saw with Timothy that one time, saying something along the lines of they would hit it "like the fist of an angry god" with little to no shame at all.

If this is being linked into something for next month I'm really not going to be too surprised.

Well yesterday was interesting to say the least. It isn't often when you get to test your skills against a mythological creature that's nearly as big as a Dodge Caravan. Thankfully everything went over without too much trouble, the people involved in subduing the creature along with me only reminded me of how much more I have to go in improving upon what I know already.

Aside from musing about my skills, I have been curious about something since a certain resident seems to think that it's pretty much impossible to achieve. Keeping in line with the knowledge that we all come from different worlds, I have been wanting to know if the population in your worlds have done anything to slow or cull environmental damage in an attempt to reach a balance? I know in mine that they're finally attempting to. Mostly due to the looming threat of the world's oil reserves being depleated within the next fifty to a hundred years. They've made some strides but at the same time they've made a lot of steps back in order to appease the oil barons.

[Video/Failed encrypted signal - Yes City, you are being stared at by Huey who happens to have a cloth bandanna tied around the lower half of his face. And yes, he does look more annoyed than he usually does.]

Welcome to the Dark Afro Show, and I'm your host Dark Afro. Today's message is brought to you by Haterade.

[He holds up a bottle which looks exactly like a bottle of cherry Gatorade, only that the label has been replaced by a piece of white paper with the word "Haterade" scrawled across it.]

Today we'll be talking about things that are stupid. And by that I mean really stupid ass people.

Now intelligent people would take the warnings being given to them about the dangers of this place. But some people like to think that they're invulnerable because they're rich or probably get everything the want by whoring themselves out. I also forgot to include the ones who think they know all just because they're older than you and expect for you to have the baseline intelligence of a damn servant. Or be like some retard thinking that BDSM means battle driven simulation mechanic. I mean how stupid do you have to be to screw that aconym up? There are kids that understand what that means. Myself being one of them.

Oh I can hear them now. [He makes his voice sound high pitch, kind of like a valley girl while flailing about and moving his arms in the same fashion a angry female would do when they go into "OH NO YOU DIDN'T" mode.]Dark Afro don't know what he's talking about, he's just a brat. He ain't no adult. So he don't know nothing about adult stuff so he just shut up.

[He takes a sip of his Haterade and speaks in his normal voice.]

Fuck that noise. Stupid people have no true bearing on this world except to breed more stupid people and get in the way of smart people. If there are anymore of you dumb asses out there come on out and find me. I'll even give you a picture dictionary just in case some of the baseline words I'll use are still too damn complicated for you. This is Dark Afro, shut the Hell up, I hate you all.

[ooc: Links not Inc-ly.]

Well we're getting closer to the end of the year. I take it everyone here is probably going on ahead with deciding things they want to change or do in the upcoming year and I can't blame you all if that happens to be a tradition that you happen to follow. Though for myself it could be considered the same, despite the facts that I was always hindered in carrying those resolutions out due to the interference of several different parties. Due to several events and a slight memento of one which has yet to leave me, I have basically changed my entire outlook on the nature of one's strengths and weaknesses. This has also coincided with how I view people, whom originally I saw as idiots that couldn't find their way out of a paper bag but now see as probably the only things keeping me sane.

And thats quite a few people who've happened to fill that role. An aggravating idiot who was the closest thing to an older brother I've ever had. A caring woman who felt like a mother to me. A feeling I'm still regreting not expressing to her before she left. The former roommates who were crazy but still likable in their own unique way. Well you can exclude Rhyme from that little description, she was the rock in a sea of men with varying personalities. Then there's the flamboyant nutjob who I could consider a mentor of some sorts. Then there are the friends that I made while being here who've come to make this place somewhat more bearable. Despite the fact that some of them have...different senses of humor as well, like a certain suave bar owner whose ideas for gifts we need to have a discussion on.

The only thing I can see in the upcoming year with me is the massive headaches I'm expecting to get trying to educate a pair of idiots on the dangers here and dealing with my feelings on several girls that I happen to know apart from the curses. I always expected puberty to be a pain in ass. Well guess I should go ahead and stop thinking of the past and focus on the present. Probably go ahead and drag Timothy, Neku, the new roommate, and Rin into a snowball fight.

Snow...and nothing else horrible along with it. This is pretty much a nice way to herald in Christmas if you're looking at it from a normal traditional standpoint. Anyways, even if we're not with our families in our world there's nothing stopping us from celebrating with those we've come to care for in this insane place. Here's to a Merry Christmas and a hopefully uneventful stream of events as well.

( OOC: A list of people getting stuff from the Froboy. )

[Voice]

The Freemans, my family. If there was anything to say about them one thing would be that they're a headache, but I love them regardless. The furthest ancestors I can recall would be my ancestors Tobias "Catcher" Freeman, his father, and wife. He was the son of a plantation owner named George Lynchwater, who happened to be known as Massa Colonel due to him being a part of the Confederate Army. Anyways Tobias accidentally killed his father during a slave revolt and in the ensuing chaos proclaimed that he meant to do such an action lest he be torn apart by the other slaves. In the end he married Thelma. Also to note, Tobias and his father had made plans to start filming the first ever screenplay, though the previously stated slave revolt put a quick end to that.

Moving ahead a few generations we have those that I live with. Well those that I can actually remember. To be more direct I can't remember anything about my birth parents, for as long as I can remember it's been me, my younger brother, and my grandfather. Robert Jebediah Freeman, he was a former WW2 fighter pilot and civil rights activist and currently the acting guardian to my brother and I. He's what you would expect an elderly black man to be should he become enraptured with popular youth culture and technology. Though he does have the best interest of my brother and me in mind when he isn't caught up in some hairbrained scheme or dream.

Then there's Riley Freeman, my utterly gullible and thuggish younger brother. He is the utter foil to myself. He's been thoroughly entrenched in the gangsta culture perpetuated in the mainstream media. Riley is constantly talking about how he wants to become rich, famous, and have a lot of hos. Though I forsee jail in his future should he keep that mess up. But despite his faults he's shown aptitude in sports and shockingly enough art. Anyways he's the largest source of many of my frustrations and I can't even count on one hand how many times I've had to slap him around for doing stupid stuff, like trying to kidnap Oprah.

[Accidental Video - The other half of the apartment shared by the boys of 14-15 is pretty much trashed. Though it normally would look that way with the training equipment and weapons, but in reality it's much worse. The sounds of battle are heard before Huey is shown performing a flashy acrobatic move while what appears to be Santa charging after him with a bloodstained axe. The boy is doing well for himself in avoiding the attacks and slipping through the other's defense to get his own in. Their dance continues for a few minutes longer until Santa knocks over the weapons stand, its contents spilling out over the floor.

Wanting to finish the battle, Huey cartwheels out of Santa's way and picks up a staff and lets out a battle cry as he begins to unleash a furious attack. The boy continues beating the murderous holiday icon before he stops, winds up, and then hits him across the face. His weapon breaks in the process and sends his oppenent flying through the window. Breathing heavily, Huey drops his broken weapon and walks towards the area where the man was supposed to be, the boy picking a up a knife.

As gets closer to where he knew Santa had landed the boy just stops and throws the knife onto the ground while looking highly perturbed.]

So now we have a murderous Santa that can just up and perform a ninja vanish. Smooth move city, real smooth.

...Shit I should probably go and check on that idiot. Knowing her she'll think he's all nice and jolly still.

[ooc:Backdate to earlier in the day.]

[Accidental Video - Huey isn't paying attention to the evil which is the automatic video function which seems to find the most opportune times to activate. The reason why he's not focused on his device was a trio of wrapped boxes next to him. You can see that Huey is busy wrapping a set of paint markers. He finishes quickly before flopping backwards onto his bed.]

...okay I got the stuff for Neku, Rin, and Umi. I still have that knotheaded friend of mine, Lady, C.C., Hotaru and Chuck to get stuff for. I should probably get something for Kobato as well.

[As he says this you can notice his cheeks darken slightly before he slaps his face multiple times. Obviously still flustered, Huey grabs his hair before letting out a frustrated yell.]

Damn it, screw that damn curse from yesterday. Making me have the inexplicable urge to kiss her and then go ahead and do it. I don't normally have an urge to do so...though it was nice, better than that one I got from Haruko.

[Getting up from his bed he picks up the book that C.C. got him for his birthday.]

This book has to be a damn omen.

[Video - Here is Huey doing nothing but standing and looking outside his bedroom window.]

Okay...has a rain of blood been a normal occurence while here in the past or are we just being hit with a brand new take on one of the Ten Plagues of Egypt? If it is are we going to have our water run with frogs?

[The boy sits down on his sofa and finally begins to unwrap the gift he recieved from CC.]

Actually I wouldn't put it past this place to even do something like that. Something along the lines of the x-amount of cursed days of Christmas. I think I'll...Your Hormones and You: Dealing With the Trials of Puberty.

[Huey looks a tad displeased and embarrassed as he sets the book down next to him and just places his face into his palms.]

( [Private/Unhackable] )

December, the end of the year. A time of cold weather, warm clothes, and also good cheer. Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa. I was wondering if this place does some of the things that most people would be used to, like holding a holiday play or singing carols. I figured there has to be some form of common thread between everyone even though we all hail from different worlds.

[Voice]

At times I wonder if this place is really serious about anything that it does. I mean the whole thing with these boxes is pretty damn surreal. I've already been home...and boy do I have no intention on going back all too soon, but, I'd be around my family and few friends back home again. That and also the variety of idiots like Rolo Goodlove or Gin Rummy. And once more be pestered by Kobato's Mariah Carey-ish counterpart.

[He sighs lightly as you hear the sound of what has to be his box being dropped onto a table.]

But to curse people for something to happen seems wrong...though if it ends up striking certain people then I pretty much see this as being an entire win-win situation.

( [Private/Unhackable] )
Trolling, war, and a cartoonish example of men being put to work in the kitchen once being caught by various women. I honestly can't say that I'm amazed at that. Anyways for the first few weeks of November things haven't been too crazy for the most part. Much better than having to deal with the insanity of last month.

Though the only good thing to come out of last month was being able to talk to some people who were able to come in like the last few times...even that damn idiot Tsurugi, even if all he did was make me mad. Well if anyone needs to find me you'll probably find me at the library or the arcade.

This again. Okay since most of you have more than likely returned again all I have to say is this. The rules from last time are in effect, if you brought anybody new with you then it's your responsibility to make sure they know what's going on.

...also if you see a white guy with blonde hair styled into cornrows wearing an American flag bandana around his forehead and a redhead white guy wearing an iced out "W" chain...just ignore them and tell me their general location. I've dealt with them both in the past.

[OOC: 4th Wall has been destroyed. Hit him with what you got folks!]

( [Memory Theater] )

Another weekened of random curses. Well for the most part everything is calm...though I do hope I don't end up speaking to another person's possessions which have gained sentience for the day or the duration of the weekend.