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Man that is some twisted , so many different storylines..
Your Final Score: 33987 |
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| NiteKiD |
"Finders keepers, losers weepers," you infrom the gnarly pile.
"You didn't find it," says the gnarly pile with its deep gravelly voice. "You stole it."
"Same difference!" you shout.
"Brad?" says Katie. "Are you talking to that pile of crap?"
"Yeah," you say. "See, I found this human hand inside it, and now--"
Katie watches in horror as the gnarly pile reaches out a slimy tentacle, ensnares you, and then pulls you inside of itself, devouring you.
Let me give you some advice, my friend:
Never defy a gnarly pile of refuse.
The End
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You have died.
Your final score is: 14
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i win! |
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| smcmulli |
| quote: | Originally posted by Mebot
fun times. Try and beat your high score over and over again
www.bradthegame.com |
how the hell do you have this much time on your hands? |
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| gwrmarines |
haha i got nailed in teh nuts
my score 117 |
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| Mebot |
| quote: | Originally posted by smcmulli
how the hell do you have this much time on your hands? |
Because I go to college :p :D |
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| DigiNut |
I became a fat rapper!
You finish your rap, and stride confidently off the set.
After the shoot Nate Dogg approaches you.
"Wow, man... that was, uh... diff'rent, know wut I'm sayin'?"
"Wurd," you say.
He slaps you on the back, and you go your separate ways.
The video does well on MTV for a short while, but does not provide the big comeback Nate Dogg was looking for, nor does it do much to jumpstart your career as a rapper.
You decide to stick it through, however.
You opt for a change of appearance: you decide to become a fat rapper.
With Heavy D past his prime and Biggie Smalls six feet under, the world needs a new fat rap artist to adore. You put on about 120 pounds to suit your new image. You write lots of new material about food and being fat. You change your name to Big-Ass Brad.
After a few club gigs, you are able to get a contract with Mo' Booty Records, and six months later release BigTime, your debut album. You score a couple minor hits with "Phat as they Cum" and "King-Size [Size of a King]", but Mo' Booty decides not to resign you for a follow-up.
Your only real hit comes when one of your biggest fans invites you to record with him. You and "The Biz" Bizmarkie record a rap cover of "To All the Girls I've Loved Before" originally recorded by Willy Nelson and Julio Iglesias. Released just before Valentines Day, it rocks the charts for several weeks.
You become good friends with The Biz, and the two of you start a successful restaurant chain in Southern California called "Big Eats". After years in the business, you finally retire and go back East. You buy out your brother and sisters, and own Powell Camp for yourself. You make yourself a luxury boathouse, and stay there year-round.
And Katie still comes up every summer.
The End
Your final score is:
54922 |
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| kewlness |
"Cocky," says Merv. "All right... I'll start on top."
"Fine," you say.
Merv puts his hands palms-down.
You put yours palms-up underneath his and bring them up until your palms touch ever-so-slightly.
"Ready?" you ask Merv.
"Go for it," says Merv.
You circle your hands slowly under Merv's.
Then suddenly you grab his hands with yours, and boot him right in the sack.
Merv is caught completely off-guard, and buckles.
You knee him in the forehead, and he falls backward to the ground.
You pull open the door to Sandy's house and walk inside.
"Milton!" you shout. "I'm here for my woman. You best clear out right now, or you'll face the consequences."
There is no response.
You walk through the living room, down the hall, and then stand at the entrance to Sandy's bedroom.
Milton and Sandy are asleep in bed.
"Milton J. Papamagaritus," you bark. "You have three seconds to get out of my woman's bed. I'm back. She's mine, and if you disagree, you can eat my fist."
Sandy and Milton wake up.
"Brad, you leave little Milton alone," says Sandy.
"No," you say. "A man's gotta take a stand -- protect what's his."
Milton stands up to face you.
"You gonna walk outta here, or am I gonna throw you out?" you ask him.
Milton gets angry. He takes a running leap off the bed and pounces at you.
He comes up short and lands at your feet.
You boot him across the room.
He crashes into a mirror hung on the wall, and drops to the floor.
Just then, you sense someone sneaking up behind you.
Quickly you directionally morph, and punch Merv in the face.
He falls back into the hall, out cold.
"Was that really necessary?" asks Sandy. "Those are your friends."
Just then you hear the door to Sandy's house creak open.
You run over and tackle Buddy as he walks in.
"Aaaagh!" screams Buddy, frightened. "What the hell?!"
You pin him to the ground and raise your fist.
"Nobody touches my woman, Buddy," you decree. "Nobody."
"Yeah, fine, cool," says Buddy. "I just came back to grab my hat. You can have Sandy, OK?"
You get off of Buddy and let him leave, glaring evilly at him until he exits.
Then you walk back into the bedroom and bonk Sandy.
You showed them.
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Next summer when you're at Powell Camp, you act on a strange new desire to stay at the green cottage with the other side of the family.
The End
Score: -7
I WIN! |
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