"Our first course will be Nitroglycerin soup, followed by TNT with gravy and a side of gunpowder. Finally for desert you have a choice between a strawberry plastic explosive sundae or Uranium cobbler. A selection of wine is also available on request."
"Our first course will be Nitroglycerin soup, followed by TNT with gravy and a side of gunpowder. Finally for desert you have a choice between a strawberry plastic explosive sundae or Uranium cobbler. A selection of wine is also available on request."
I also love the way you had the Storyteller speak to Kass... reminds me of Voldemort in Quirrell's body.
Thank you! And yeah, immediately after I wrote it I realized that it had probably been influenced by Harry Potter. XD If the Storyteller starts yelling about a troll in the dungeon, we'll know we've gone too far.
Fj0rd will fly, someday. Goosh:I suggest helium. Fj0rd: I was thinking wax wings. Or a zeppelin. You know, the traditional methods. Helium might work too, though. Goosh:I have a vague recollection of those things causing serious problems, but I trust you to be responsible. Just avoid the sun and Nazis, alright? Fj0rd: Doesn't everything have the ability to cause serious problems? I will be on the lookout for them. Goosh: Yeah. But I can see the sun causing more problems than, say, a puddle. On average anyway. I'm sure there are lots of sadistic puddles out there. Fj0rd: You have to admit, that puddle does look pretty suspicious. Goosh: Better shoot it, just to be safe. Fj0rd: It's the only way we can be secure! Goosh: We can't let our lives be ruled by fear--fear of puddles! Fj0rd: The only thing we have to fear is puddles themselves! Goosh: As relevant today as it was when it was spoken by the Wicked Witch Union of Lower Oz. Fj0rd: It's just one of those timeless statements, yanno?
I've gotten massive bruises from archery. When I was around 12 or 13, I completely flipped over on my bike. (A passing mailman saw the accident, and brought me to a local policeman's house so he could take me home.) I've power-screwed my finger with a magnetic screw tip a year and a half ago...
...I revise my previous statements. Boring life is good.
"Our first course will be Nitroglycerin soup, followed by TNT with gravy and a side of gunpowder. Finally for desert you have a choice between a strawberry plastic explosive sundae or Uranium cobbler. A selection of wine is also available on request."
"Our first course will be Nitroglycerin soup, followed by TNT with gravy and a side of gunpowder. Finally for desert you have a choice between a strawberry plastic explosive sundae or Uranium cobbler. A selection of wine is also available on request."
[glow=red,2,300]And now, a slightly lame Hunty/Fraze tribute.
Hey there Hunty-a, what's it like in Tabloid City? I'm a thousand light-years away but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Pleiades can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.
Hey there Hunty, don't you worry about the distance. I'm right there if you get lonely, give this broadcast another listen, Close your eyes. Listen to my voice, it's my diguise. I'm by your side.
Oh, it's what you do to me, Oh, we're bridging space and sea. Oh, we're killing Guild Wars 3, Oh, it's 'shippergasmy.
A thousand light years is pretty far, But they've got ships and sub-space carts, I'd float to you if I had no other way.
Our 'shippers parody songs for us But we just laugh along because Hunty's gonna keel-haul them away.
Oh Hunty, I can promise you that by the time that we are through, Guild RPs will never be the same, And Rider's to blame....
Hey there Hunty, you be good and don't you miss me. A few more months and we'll be done with Redemption And RPing Guild Wars 3 like I do. You know it's all because of you. And now we don't know what to do. Hey there Hunty, this RP flew. This one's for you.
Oh, the pirates and spacefleet, Are gonna have half-alien babies. Oh, it's killing Plain White T's, Oh, so much for sanity. It's what you do to me...[/glow]
Dear Super-Secret Diary, Today has convinced me that I, in fact, am the sanest member of this crew. This lot terrifies me to no end. But I must never show it. For they can smell the fear, and it'd be the end of me.
P.S. Don't let them fool you. One day I will get together with Bloody Mary.
Important Disclaimer: This diary has been rigged to spew acid at your eyes upon reading this disclaimer in 5, 4, 3... heck, I'll make it three. Have a nice day. FZZZZZP
...And this is why you don't let me near caffeine. Hmyes. Have I mentioned that I love you all? xDD
"Our first course will be Nitroglycerin soup, followed by TNT with gravy and a side of gunpowder. Finally for desert you have a choice between a strawberry plastic explosive sundae or Uranium cobbler. A selection of wine is also available on request."