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Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!.... (pg. 30)
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| goldenarmZ |
AIIIIIIEEEE!!!!!! *falls to the ground clutching his eyes*
*just manages to throw the COB OF LIFEtm at tu_face as he keels over, dead.* |
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| tu_face |
| *employs james holden (aka souldriver) to drive metabeing's soul into a brick wall* |
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| tu_face |
| *realises the cob of life is embodying itself to his head and runs round in circles growing more and more insane* |
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| tranced_out |
| *invites tu_face and goldenarmZ to sign a peace treaty*. |
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| tu_face |
*slaps tranced_out in the face with a stale loaf of bread for even suggesting the idea*
:clown: |
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| Metabeing |
Everybody sees a cute little squirrle scurry onto the battle field that seems oddly familar. They also notice something strapped to his furry little body.
*Begins to set up a little camp where the smoldering as of the tiny's gnome campfire once was. Then he starts setting a series aof trip wires around his happy little rest area*
Upon a closer look everyone notices that the little belt that the squirrle is wearing is made of hudredes of pounds of plastic explosive that seem to be connected to the trip wire. This isnt an ordinary squirrle, its suicidal.
*Sits quitely and peacefully in his new found home of trip wire and begins to read a book* |
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| tu_face |
*carpet-bombs the aforementioned new found home*
:p you are so fun to kill :D (nothing personal.. all in the name of comedy:)) |
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| tranced_out |
hands everybody whose fighting a big ass spliff. everyone starts chillin'. taking advantage of the situation tranced_out pulls out a h-bomd and
KKKAAAABBBBOOOMMMM!!!!! :whip: |
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| Gambit |
| quote: | Originally posted by goldenarmZ
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! why won't you leave me alone?! AAAAAAAAAARGH!!! stop haunting meeeeeeee!!!!
*has a nervous breakdown* :stongue: |
Gets the entire Welsh Boys Choir to surround goldenarmZ,
and in unison sing bloody "Give Peace a Chance". This lyrical
assault leaves him vulnerable for any and all sneak attacks... |
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| Metabeing |
Everyone sees another squirrle enter the battle field, once again he is jovial and furry. He must be realted to the recently carpet bombed squirrle. The asmost as if it did actually happen the squirrle kinda blinks....everyone realizes that that is now ordinary squirrle its an illusion.
*Out of nowhere millions upon millions of furry fuzzy squirrles and tiny enraged gnomes enter the rumble armed with nothing more that their wits and a tiny set of nutcrackers the minute warriors go into battle with the heart of a lion, know that the end shall come swiftly but with glory.*
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| tranced_out |
| starts playing the flute, and all the furry little squirrels hypnotized by the beautiful sounds of the flute follow him. He leads the little army of squirrels into a flaming pit. |
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| tu_face |
| AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH KILLA SQUIRRELS!! RUN!!! |
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