Um, it's when you're like, a conformist, and you talk like a conformistOriginally Posted by Ye Merry Turtle
idk mang
Um, it's when you're like, a conformist, and you talk like a conformist
idk mang
Spoiler:
I am PolarBore's official Assistant Mangager (again)
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Bon Vivant of Violet
2 people have already died tho
mom said its my turn to have mod back
WE'VE BEEN ASKING FOR IT
ROCKET DO ONE NOW
Bon Vivant of Violet
currently writing chapter 1 of the Dad Battle Royale but when i'm done i'll give it a squiz
mom said its my turn to have mod back
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Gonad has no nads pass it on!!!!11!Spoiler:
Chapter 3
“So what do you want me to do exactly?” Big Man Tyrone asked nervously.
“It’s simple… we kill the Batman,” Kermit said.
“But Batman isn’t in this royale,” Tyrone said.
“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Kermit shouted.
“Actually I do, the list is right here,” Big Man Tyrone promptly took out a sheet of paper, “wait... the Atlantic Ocean is considered a fighter? What are we supposed to do with that?”
“Ugh fine we can kill someone else, give me that list,” Kermit said while grabbing the list out of Tryone’s hands, “Hmmmm… how about… this one.”
“Why do I have to be a part of this?” Big Man Tyrone objected, Kermit simply responded by pointing to the money with one hand and pointing his AK-47 at Tyrone with the other, “OK fine I’ll do it.”
The hot blonde chick approached ranger in spite of his obvious nervousness. She put her hands on his cheeks and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Hey babe, we gonna do this or what?” she asked.
Ranger did not answer, he just let out a scream and ran as fast as he could. The hot blonde chick smiled and disappeared into the dark abyss of the cargo box once more. The doors of the box slammed shut… somehow. Gavril T65 successfully warded Gilbert off, surprisingly easily too.
Captain Falcon found himself lying down in the middle of the street, he got up and saw a bald dude with a yellow costume near by.
“Oh man, I saw you flying through that roof, is there someone strong inside?” Saitama asked sounding somewhat excited.
“... YES!” Captain Falcon replied.
Oh hell yeah, I have a good feeling about whoever this guy is, Saitama thought.
Stephen Hawking rolled into the warehouse. He took note of the flickering lights but rolled on anyways. He explored the warehouse room by room, going deeper and deeper in, eventually, he saw it. SCP 173 was still standing still, but one light flicker later and it was one step closerto the edge and I’m about to break.The lights shut off again, it got even closer. I haven’t tested these out yet, but theoretically they should work, Stephen Hawking thought. The lights shut off again, and SCP 173 was now standing a few feet away from Stephen Hawking.
“Later bitch,” the automated voice said.
Suddenly, Stephen Hawking’s chair backed up, and then two streams of fire came out of the back of his chair and Stephen Hawking was sent crashing through a wall. Alas, Stephen Hawking was the one that got away.
Homura saw Stephen Hawking burst through the side of the factory, but chose to ignore him.
“So what’s it like being the President of the United States?” Sam asked.
“Oh just great, it’s challenging though, it really gives you some moral dilemmas. On my first day of the job I had to order both an airstrike and a drone strike on American soil, and you know me, I’m like a block of granite on the issues, I do not like violence. But you know what? I had no other choice, that’s just the kind of thing you need to do to keep myown asscountry safe!” Lincoln Chafee said.
“Yeah, that must be rough…” Sam said. Their conversation was cut off when something slammed into the hood. Gilda let out a loud scream, which shattered the glass, and then reached out to grab Sam. As she did, Lincoln Chafee caught on fire and turned into a spoopy scary skeleton.
“Woah that’s kind of rad actually,” Gilda said in awe. Lincoln Chafee got out of the car and his tie extended. He wrapped his tie around Gilda and slammed her against the side of the hotel. He then spat out some supah hot hellfire at Gilda to well, light her on fire. Gilda evaded the flames and rushed at Lincoln Chafee, trying to scratch him with her claws. But his skeleton was more durable than it looked and she ended up breaking a nail.
“Ow dude, that’s hardcore,” she said.
“They don’t call me a block of granite for nothingactually the only one that calls me that is myself ;n;” Lincoln Chafee the Ghost Rider replied. Lincoln Chafee attempted to use his tie to grab Gilda again, but she swiftly flew out of reach to evade it.
Sam also got out of the car, and when he saw Gilda fly away he knew just what to do. He opened his mouth and inhaled.
“Try to catch me losers!” Gilda exclaimed right before she felt the suckage. Gilda tried to fly away with all her might but in spite of that, she was slowly being pulled backwards. She started beating her wings even more rapidly, and it seemed like she was making some progress getting away. However, before she was able to fully escape the suckage, she got tired out.
“Am I seriously about to get beaten by some lame guy like that? This sucks,” Gilda complained. The sucking got stronger, and she no longer had the strength to escape. Gilda got sucked in, and disappeared into the mouth of the black hole of suck known as Sam. Nobody knows precisely what happened to her, but either way… she’s gone.
Spoiler:
“Wow Sam, you really do suck a lot,” Lincoln Chafee the Ghost Rider said in amazement.
“I get that a lot,” Sam said, with a hint of bitterness.
Shaggy wandered aimlessly around the DZS Facility looking for some food, and eventually found himself in the basement of the facility. He saw a few oranges lying on the desk. At least it’s something man, Shaggy thought. He grabbed the oranges and swallowed them all whole without even bothering to peel them. He then noticed the stack of research papers on the desk. “These papers are about… z-z-z-zombies?” Shaggy said in fear. He heard a growl coming from behind him and he turned around quickly. He let out a scream when he saw the caged zombie who was reaching out of the bars trying to grab at Shaggy. He tried backing away from the zombie, but instead he ended up falling and hitting his head up against a certain red button, conveniently causing the zombie’s cage door to open.
Captain Old Fred steered his Yellow Submarine to the Mod Tower, and casually landed it on top of the tower. He grabbed onto the anger and and gradually dropped down. He swung himself into the broken window and entered the tower. Once he was inside, he went towards the window to get a good view of the arena. He caught sight of a white bear and a smaller fatter greener thing duking it out.
“Hey, give that back!” Polar said, enraged by the loss of his hammer.
“Urokeh,” Upchuck replied sounding kind of muffled with a mouth full of hammer. Well, he certainly gave the hammer back to Polar. But it came out of his mouth more as some weird type of green energy that blew up in Polar’s face, sending him flying back. When Polar got up, he noticed Ranger running past both of them. Maybe he’ll let me borrow his hammer : D Polar thought. Polar ran after Ranger, leaving Upchuck alone. Upchuck assumed Polar ran away because he admitted defeat, and felt more confident because of that.
Guardian thought he heard a noise, and turned around. The only thing of notice he could see was a lone Ace of Spades card lying face up on the ground. Guardian shrugged and continued on his way.
Above the clouds, somewhere in space, there was a kingdom. A thin man in a black robe walks into a rather extravagant looking room. This was the throne room. The man bowed before his leader.
“Sir, I have some bad news… He… he has returned,” the man said. He looked towards the great snake with the lion’s head.
And then, the great Demiurge spoke.
“Holy fuck he’s back? Shit! Where the fuck is he?” the great Demiurge said.
“We are not precisely sure, but he is somewhere within the arena,” the man said.
The great Demiurge looked down on the arena once more.
“Fuck, I can’t see shit down there, why the fuck is there no sunlight or some shit like that?” the great Demiurge said.
“The sun was destroyed in the previous battle royale… Also it’s night time milord,” the man replied.
“Oh fuck right! OK, here’s the deal, I’m the motherfucking Demiurge. And I, the Demiurge say let there be some motherfucking light!” the great Demiurge said. He gestured with his head and well...
“Ummm, milord, that’s just a giant lightbulb,” the man said, “it doesn’t even have a power source.”
“Bitch it’s powered by my giant floppy snake dick, look!” the great Demiurge motioned with his head and the giant ass lightbulb turned on.
“Well, OK, but it’s still night milord,” the man said.
“Are you doubting my power you piece of shit?” the great Demiurge asked.
“No milord,” the man replied.
“Good, then watch me,” said the great Demiurge.
Katsura Otoko suddenly found himself staring at a completely different location. He was now facing the other side of the earth.
“BOB MARLEY IS THAT YOU?” Rob Ford asked Jack Sparrow excitedly.
“No, my name is Captain Jack Sparrow, the greatest pirate ever!” Captain Jack Sparrow replied while puffing his chest out.
“Oh, well, thanks for the help man, that seal was going to get away otherwise,” Rob Ford said.
“Why was it so important to kill that seal?It’s not like you don’t have enough food as it is,”
“Did you just IMPLY that I’m a fat fuck? That’s verbal assault!”
They were about to duke it out but then…
“Wait, wasn’t it dark out just a minute ago?” Captain Jack Sparrow asked.
“Yeah…” Rob Ford replied.
They then both directed their attention to the lone man in the distance.
Takeru was still lying on the ground KO’d.
“So… what do we do now?” Frank West asked.
“We are supposed to fight to the death my friend,” Aslan replied.
“But I don’t want to do that!” Frank West objected, actually, he had no problem with that. The real problem was that he knew that Aslan would probably maul his ass.
“No worries my friend, as long as we are here, we are safe from all of this violence and suffering that plagues the rest of the world,” Aslan said.
B.J. Blazkowicz had his chaingun pointed at Ben Carson, and Ben Carson had his hands up.
“Are you ready to die?” B.J. asked.
“You know, I think every young man should be prepared to die for their freedom and their country. The reason we are failing to succeed as a nation worldwide is that we are fighting politically correct wars, and political correctness is the worst thing since Hitler. We need to stop fighting politically correct wars and face the problem head on!” Ben Carson replied.
“OK, one, that was a rhetorical question. Two, that didn’t even answer it,” B.J. Blazkowicz said, now annoyed, “Oh well, time to-”
Then his gun was knocked out of his hand. B.J. turned around to see a seal in a lab coat in the distance… with a moustache (that’s an important detail).
“Who the hell are you?” B.J. asked angrily.
“Oh, I’m just a scientist helping a brother out,” Professor Total E. KnotLog replied.
“I hope you know that I can easily kill you too right?”
“yeah probably”
Ben Carson used this conversation as an opportunity to sneak away. B.J. Blazkowicz pulled out a submachine gun and opened fire on the Professor. The Professor rolled out of the way, but while the Professor was rolling…
The moustache…
Fell off!
GASP
“Well shit,” I said, “well, the secret out’s I guess. So now I have nothing more to lose here.”
I pulled out my banhammer, and threw it at B.J. Blazkowicz. He dodged the hammer and then fired a few more shots at me, forcing me to roll out of the way again. Fortunately, like Thor’s hammer, it came flying back into my hand. I tried throwing it at him again, but the same thing happened. This time, a bullet or two actually grazed me and I let out a quick yelp of pain.
B.J. Blazkowicz was prepared to open fire on me again, but then something hit him in the head. He reached up to feel what had hit him, and he realized it was snow. He looked towards where it came from, seeing that douchey little penguin from before having a giggle m8. He pointed his submachine gun at the penguin ready to fire, but that was his mistake.
Action: Permabanned B.J. Blazkowicz
Reason: Ban Evasion
I flopped over to my hammer and picked it up again, B.J. had completely disappeared 5ever. And thus, that was only the 3rd banning I have ever actually performed. I feel so accomplished :3
Spoiler:
WELL, CHAPTER FOUR IS UP NEXT IF YOU COULDN’T GUESS, LOOK FORWARD TO THAT PROBABLY
Spoiler:
I am PolarBore's official Assistant Mangager (again)
OH MY GAWD THE PROFESSOR IS LOG!
Bon Vivant of Violet
woo the penguin finally on the opposite side of a ban and it saved his life
mom said its my turn to have mod back
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