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<s> [quote]originally posted by Morgeruat:
Originally posted by armageddon272: I do not want to die! I read a summonning scroll of CURE BLINDNESS for the purely random, yet subtle, comedy. Then I cast a scroll of SUMMON JOHNNY COCHRAN upon Larry_OHF. Spare me! Would the cure blindness scroll be in brail then? cause otherwise...[\qb][\quote] That's what i mean by subtle humor. Quote:
OOC: something went wrong with my quoting...</s> [ 12-20-2004, 06:56 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ] |
I <s>never said anything about</s> join<s>ing</s> your legion,
<s>I just dont feel like dying yet, however</s>. i think I'm getting an mp3 player for my B-Day soon, so today isn't a good day to die. and i am<s>refuse to be</s> a mindless drone, and you are <s>not</s> the coolest Mod on IW. T-D-C is, too. <s>So Ha!</s> <s> OOC: something went wrong with my quoting...</s> <font color=steelblue> The Mad One's Power is Unlimited! Rarr!!!</font> [ 12-20-2004, 06:59 PM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ] |
OOC:lol, I admit, that is the second funniest thing I have seen today Larry [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img]
The funniest being Stormy's attempt of making me an elf [img]tongue.gif[/img] :D |
<font color=skyblue>And I really love your signature! One of the better ones ever!
Does this mean you are now loyal to the works of darkness? [img]smile.gif[/img] </font> |
Hmm, I dont know..... I do have a rebellion to lead...... [img]tongue.gif[/img]
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<font color=steelblue>Oh...okay...go ahead and get your little rebellion killed off and then we'll talk.</font>
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Upon being spewed from the mighty cat's stomach, SomeGuy immediatly pulls out his bagpipes and begins to play a tune. A low rumbling can be heard off in the distance, as if little pitter patters of feet were running across the land. Suddenly, over the hill poured hundreds of Penguin warriors. SomeGuy doned his battle armor and rode to them on horseback. Upon reaching his army, he began to speak to them.
"Male or female... young or old... experianced or new to the battlefield, it does now matter, for you, are Penguin Warriors! You fight with honor and commitment! You fight for what you believe in... and today... you will fight to protect our homeland!!!" The roar of the penguin's cheers echoed through the land. SomeGuy wasn't exactly sure what Larry would want to DO with Antarctica, but if it got the penguins to fight valiently, he'd say it... cause it sounded cool. "Our enemy is the mad moderator, Larry! He has become drunk with power and needs to be overthrown. My other friends are trying best they can to turn the tide of battle. We need your help my Penguins. Some of you will die today, but that does not matter, because you will die the death of a warrior, with a blade in your hand. Now go my Penguins! Fight for our homeland!!!" SomeGuy turned his horse and raised his blade, charging back towards the battle followed by his army of Penguins. |
<font color=skyblue>Seeing the army of penguins heading his way, Larry googled a quick search to find our what scared pengins most. It appeared to him then that Killer Whales were a natural enemy to penguins, and so Larry seized this moment while the battle was yet to be envoked to call upon his moderator ability to change this forum into that of two lands, divided by a body of water. Within the water were several killer whales, already smelling the flesh of potential victims and hungry for the kill.
On the one side stood Larry and his loyals. ON the other, seperated by the body of water stood the army of penguins and all those in league to dismantle Larry's power. "Come and get it...you fools!"</font> |
"You know what this means, don't you?"
Possibly Bob bobbed his head. "The water means nothing. It is the very nature of the forums to unite people from all nations, to bring them together regardless of distance. A pity for the whales." A heavy silence hang before the monitor. Both would have enjoyed the carnage. ... "Still..." The word stretched itself, trying to look like the bearer of good news, all hopes and smiles. If it did not quite manage, at least it succeded in seeming somewhat less gloomy. Possibly Bob remained silent, the glint in his eyes betraying he already knew the words to come. "The other is powerful. His army will suffer many deaths. He will grow weak. Weak, and unable to stop us. Let him waste his might against one who is stronger." A nod of approval. Nearby, great digging claws upturned the cold soil. "And with his trouser-loving parrot army gone, we shall dine well until they return. Dispatch the raiding party." Possibly Bob givs the orders, and the others fall in eagerly. You see, the Scottish Battle Armadillo considers penguin eggs a delicacy. |
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