some may find this story offensive or what not, its a satire, a joke. Everyone will be made fun of at some point so keep that in mind.
mods lemme no bout posting this site wide i want to but i want permission based on the content.
[spoiler:1pgi0j20][center:1pgi0j20]Phallicus Wumberius
Introduction
“WHERE THE HELL IS MY CREAMER!” a man growled storming out of the room into the common room of the ERBOH building in downtown Rap Battleonia. “I LEFT MY CREAMER IN THE CAFÉ!”
“Calm down dark lord Castillius,” a man with the ass of the Greek gods stated calmly, his tone showing no emotion. “I am sure that there is a good story we need to calmly take in the situation before we act.”
“No Adminicus Dionidus we must slay those who dared disgrace the creamer, MY CREAMER!” the dark lord shouted angrily. “That creamer was my lover, we were going to get married and have kids together, frothy santorum children…”
“Oh my god are you kidding,” a man dressed in all black with a cape and his underwear on the outside of his pants said laughing so hard his ass literally fell off…I mean like seriously it fell off. “Oh shit my ass.”
“You dare laugh about a situation as dire as this Batmanidon?!” the dark lord asked angrily his face turning a dark crimson as an M appeared on his head. “I am a MAJIN you do not mess with a MAJIN I spent money on that creamer, I bought that creamer from a Russian mail order bride service, that was my expensive Russian creamer bride.”
“What the hell is a majin anyways?” Batmanidon asked still laughing at the creamer rampage.
“It’s…well…a majin…” the dark lord stumbled over his words thinking harder than he had in a long time. I mean actually thinking, instead of just raging, it was a nice little change of pace but it didn’t last long. “YOU NO WHAT FUCK YOU!” the dark lord Castillius produced a hand gun from nowhere and fired three rounds into the head of still chuckling Batmanidon, who fell to the floor clutching his stomach and died.
“Really?” a slightly perturbed fellow said silently from a chair in the back of the room. “What the hell now you’ve stained my forum.”
“Shut up King Erbohirius this is my forum now! I’m taking over,” the dark lord chuckled coldly.
“What makes you think that I will let you do that Castillius?” Erbohirius stated calmly, not moving from his seat.
“Because I have this,” the dark lord cocked his hand back shouting “KAME!”
“Really you’re going to try that?” Erbohirius asked.
“HAME!”
“Please…dragon ball z really?”
“HA!” a blue light shot out of the dark lord’s hands smashing into the seat that the king Erbohirius was sitting in, erupting in a blinding light for a few moments as all in the room shouted in shock. When the light faded Erbohirius sat in his chair, unharmed, and laughing loudly. “What the hell?”
“It’s a ball of fucking light…it’s nothing more than a flash bang with flare,” Erbohirius said still laughing. “Guards take him away, lock him in the dungeon of despair…lock him in with the spam.”
“Yes sir,” two guards wearing gas masks, and patches on their arms with a biohazard sign in green on them said politely, grabbing the dark lord by the arms and dragging him away.
“Thank you Modicus’ Superirius Rapicus and Bobbilius Bobberion, come Dionidus we have much to discuss about the future of the land of Rap Battleonia ,” Erbohirius said calmly heading into the mainframe of the city with the Adminicus.[/center:1pgi0j20][/spoiler:1pgi0j20]
