Guardians of the Forum

[Katz]

The next chapter shall be called "Shame Blame"
It'll be posted in a bit

[Katz]

Chapter 2: Shame Blame

Last Time,

A giant blue alien walks up to Clemi.
Clemi: 'Ello chap, can I help you?
Alien: I'M GONNA MAKE YOU MY BITCH. AND THEN ONCE YOU GAIN MY RESPECT IM GONNA FUCK THE DAYLIGHT OUT OF YOUR PRETTY BOY ANUS AND THEN RIP YOUR FACE OFF AND USE IT AS A JACKING OFF NAPKIN THAT I WILL ONE DAY USE IN HONOR OF YOUR GRUESOME MURDER.
Clemi: As much as I'd love to do that... HELP! I NEED AN ADULT!

Wumb: I am Wumb! (His pretty boy anus is mine to destroy, not yours)

Wumb takes his vines and shoves them up the blue aliens nose.

Clemi: Wow! Thanks Wumb!

Wumb: I am Wumb. (If you understood my language you wouldn't be thanking me.)

Clemi: I appreciate it. In fa- wait where's that assassin chick?

Prison Basement

Hanamora: You're not seriously gonna kill me for something I couldn't control, right?

Alien: Oh, we intend to.

Hanamora: But why?

Alien: Shame Blame.

The alien turns to face the camera. He grins.

Alien: I said the title of the episode! Do I win?

???: No, you don't.

Alien: Oh... Helllllllo.

???: Yes. It's my job to kill Hanamora. For I'm not.

*dramatic music*

Polar: Polar the Destroyer!
(Introducing Polar as Drax!)

Hanamora: Dammit I thought it was gonna be a good forumer.

Polar: But what are the chances of that?

TurtleSauce: NO! NOT THE FOURTH WALL



Hanamora: God dammit, get out of here Turtle.

Turtle: But why? Can I please be in?

Hanamora:

Polar: Well that's enough [img] for one episode. And now I will kill you and drink your blood with my tasty dinner. Wait. I forgot to go to the store.

Hanamora: Nigga fuck yo store

Polar: Huh?

Hanamora: It's a meme.

Polar: What is a meme?

Hanamora: *Sighs* You can kill me now.

Rocket: WAIT!

Polar: When did the Pickle raccoon and the French guy come here?

Clemi: And now a performance of world class talent by Rocket P Kingston and Clemi Nem.

Polar: What... The... Actual fuck.

Clemi: It's a thing we're working on.

Rocket: For tight situations such as these.

Hours full of rapping pass.

Polar: When is it gonna end?!

Rocket: I'm living that good life baby, can't you see?

Clemi: Yeah Yeah

Polar: PLEASE STOP!

Rocket: Time to crank a rhyme and I'm gonna just rock it

Clemi: Will you not kill Hanamora, tell me or Rocket!

Rocket: If not than I have to say

Clemi: our funky beats will continue all day

Polar: FINE! But I want to join you because Gonan.

Clemi: Fair enough.

Hanamora: WAIT! THE GUY WHO TRIED TO MURDER ME IS JOINING US

Clemi: Basically.

Inside of the Shop

Randu: WHERE IS CLEMI?

Shop Owner: Uhm... Ya got me?

Randu whistles and a dildo copter flies from under his jacket.

Randu: Now boy, you're gonna tell me where he went.

Shop Owner: Uhhhh

The Shop Owner was nervous. Finally he confessed

Shop Owner: Clemi got arrested. Now he's probably been made a bitch by a Kratos wannabe, She Hulk, a talking tree and a pickle raccoon.

Randu: Hue. Nevermind. I'm sure I'm not gonna have to encounter all five of them in the near future.

Prison Cafeteria

Rocket: So here's our escape plan-



Polar: And now we're inside of the command center.

Clemi: No shit sherlock

Polar: I'm not a detective!

Clemi: What is this guy's problem?

Rocket: His species is foreign to memes. He doesn't get em.

Polar: What's a meme? How does it taste?

Rocket: Okay anyways we're gonna go onto Clemi's ship and go to plotpoint.

*Everyone goes into Clemi's ship*

Clemi: W8 brb

Clemi jumps out of the ship and goes inside of the jail.

Wumb: I am Wumb (Fuck that nigga, we rollin')

Rocket: Agreed, let's go while the french guy's gone.

Hanamora: Okay. And we have his ball so w- SON OF A FUCK.

In the Prison

Clemi: Got my ball, because I know they're a bunch of traitors. And they suck dick and what not. Big dicks. Not overly huge, but the right size. Enough to make em choke in pain. But not an overly high amount of choking, cause hey, I'm not unreasonable. Then after the dick sucking commences, well, there's simply no stopping my wrath. I might bend em over and lather em up. And hey, who's to say I stop there? I could run numbers on those guys. And Raccoons, Trees? I'm not biased. I mean who would be biased when it comes to fuckin over space men? Not me. That's for damn sure. I want to squeeze out every drop of my sticky vengeance. I could go crazy with em. I would fucking WRECK them. The batch of thugs. They don't know how French gangbanging works do they? Because anything is a dildo if you're brave enough, and I have stale baguettes with me. So imagine if you will, stale bread, penetrating you. All of this because they aren't patient. But wow. What an experience that would be. The screams of agony as my bread deepened its reach into the crevices of their anal glands. Wow. I can't even imagine the immense amounts of pain they would feel as my baguette had a break dance party. I would live to s-

Warden: Sorry to interrupt, but do you maybe want your book?

Clemi: Oh... Yeah.

Clemi makes his way back to the space ship.

Later

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Rocket: No

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Rocket: No

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Rocket: No

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Rocket: No

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Rocket: No

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Rocket: No

Wumb: I am Wumb (Are we there yet?)

Hanamora: Yes.

Wumb: I am Wumb (Where exactly are we?)

Hanamora: We're at the crotch of a dead celestial being. It's called Sumwear.

Polar: Uggggggh, what are we gonna do?

Five Minutes Later

Polar: WOOO! GAMBLING! HOORAY!

Clemi: Hanamora, read this book.

Hanamora: Suck my ass

Clemi:

Suddenly an assistant girl walks out.

Girl: Wumb, Rocket, Polar, Clemi and Hanamora. My master wishes to see you.

Clemi: I wasn't informed about this field trip.

Hanamora: Don't worry. I just have an old friend who can help with your balls.

Clemi: Kek

They make it inside of a room. In it there's a man standing there, gazing into space. Inside there are display cases showing various different things.

???: Hello ladies, gentlemen, raccoons, trees.

Wumb: I am Wumb. (Don't push it.)

???: I am the collector of all artifacts of the secrets of the known galaxies. Ancient beings throughout the years have rejoiced under my name. I am the god of all knowledge. I am...



???: THe CoLLECTOR!
(Introducing SaNIC as The Collector)

[Clemi]

I still love it

[Katz]

I still love it

sooper <3

[Rocket]

usually i wouldnt allow this but i should make an exception

12/10

[Katz]

The end is near. Chapter 3/4: An Army Hungry For Balls
Will come out today or tomorrow.

[Turtlesauce]

That's awesome, had a few lols

[Katz]

That's awesome, had a few lols

[Katz]

Play this song while reading this

Just when you thought your day couldn't get any better

You were proven wrong.
The story of a french man who meets various aliens and band together to bring down an evil tyrant. Without a lick of a warning, it died down. All hype was lost. But now, a spark in a corn silo goes off.
You are living
the
legends
of
the
Guardians

Wumb

Hanamora

Rocket

Polar

and... Baguette Lord

They're all back.
And they will continue their quest to stop the dark lord,
Gonan.

But...
Gonan isn't the only roadblock.
Far
Far from it.



Very
Far
From
It

Guardians of the Forum!
The Smash hit returns Friday October Third! (Pun intended)

[Clemi]

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa now