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[Armok]

what abaut pens?

[Jackrabbit]

Eh, not nearly as misspelled.

[Neruz]

Oh hey, i didn't even notice that.

Excellent question oh Rabbity friend of mine. How can pans be wonderful?

[Gunner-Chan]

Pans are wonderful because they contain delicious food.


Pain is better though.

[Jackrabbit]

I was thinking more about hitting people.

But I hope the entire thread digresses.

[Neruz]

The thread is about Bay Twelvery, it would technically be impossible for it to digress.

[Gunner-Chan]

Yup, nothing to see here folks. Move along...

...



I SAID MOVE ALONG YOU FUCKERS!

[Neruz]

I can't, somone glued me to this chair.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Is anyone out there actually working on a story at this point?

[Gunner-Chan]

Probably, Josh at least.

[Jackrabbit]

I started, but then I worked on the one that people actually expect my to update and updated that instead.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Now for more of my story, which I have not finally gotten myself to finish.

Spoiler: Fighting, fighting, everywhere part 3 (click to show/hide)

A short while later, the NME had reached the upper floors of the building, all windswept corridors and rooms devoted to strange, massive devices. He would have loved to investigate them further, but he needed to move fast if he was going to get out of here before it all went to hell in a hand basket; a process that neared completion, if the omnipresent sounds of violence filtering in from outside were any judge.

At last, the NME had reached the roof. It was then that he placed his palm over his face and groaned: He had screwed up royally by climbing the wrong building. At least there was a good view from up here. He could see the gigantic battle that consumed the entirety of the compound.

From here he could see that the battle had definitely grown in scale since he last saw it, with the dreaded Sinistar hovering overhead, unleashing great swarms of automated death onto the field below, and Great Cthulhu himself, his inconceivable form made all the more terrible for it's cold, robotic fixtures dwarfing a great number of the buildings on the side of the cyborgs.

The other side was somewhat less visible in form, but no less effective. Luckily, his cybernetic eye was feeling amiable at the moment, and after a short period of searching he was able to spot workerdrone massacring everything he could see, a prospect that would be more impressive were it not for the fact that he was engaging Cthulhu in close combat with his chainsword. Not that that stopped him from annihilating anything that tried to move in hearing range, but it did cut down on the intimidation factor somewhat.

Then, he saw a few of the others, startling him and almost making him fall off the side of the skyscraper. He had just seen the chin himself, with the baron behind, riding his motorcycle around the place and making anything unlucky enough to be in his way go flying. This was impressive by itself, but not that shocking. No, that honor belonged to his rider, Sofia, who was currently wielding a weapon officially designated the "17X-Mass Disruptor and wide-beam scourer", informally known as the "apocalypse". It was a weapon designed for transgenic designer soldiers five times her stature, with three back-up spines. She was using it as an ordinary soldier would use a common rifle. Considering this, it was an impressive feat that NME didn't faint.

[WorkerDrone]

I'll write something when I think of something.

[ToonyMan]

I have a whole outline for my book now.

It's titled, "The 'lolwut' War."

It's going to be 10 chapters, I'm still on the first one so far.

[ToonyMan]

I'm bored so I'm going to try an experiment, I'm going to keep typing until I find a theme to it, fun no?  OK, let's start right about......NOW.  I've been watching Team Fortress 2 videos all day along today, suppose to write essays to my 1800's Brooklyn cousin, but I'm too busy for that.  Saw some really funny videos.  Lots of spy videos, that's for sure.  They're EVERYWHERE.  Lots and lots and lots.  I guess you need awesome skill to be spy.  I saw this one guy, Wingspett or something and he had some good videos, espeically with how funny what he said was, heh.  I side-tracked a bit and saw a The Office bloopers video which was quite hilarious, HELLO EVERYBODY.  HUR HUR HUR.  Then you have to abort the mission if you run into bear urine or something.  Mountain dew mountain dew.  I had alot of that, my cat pooped next to me and stuff and it stunk.  I was like, "Yo dawg, why you be pooping next to me?"  and he be like, "I can't talk, remember?" and I'll be, "Oh yeah."  The real thing gets complicated real quick.  AND YOU KNOW WHAT?  You have that kid that's always next to you swearing like a kid!  F F F F F F S S S S F F FF S S S S S   FS F SF   AA F S FS FSF FS FS .  Yep.  Stores in Disgaea are expensive, I wonder why.  Ha ha.  I want to punch that kids face in now or somesuch right about NOW.  SHUT UP STOP{ SWEARING YOU ELMENTARY.  EVerything I say is true, true.  This laptop is crummy, but a nice gift yep.  YEAH, my mounrain dew was stolen half way.  I bought it with my own money money and half is empty when I first touch it.  AND THE HINGE ON THE LAPTOP IS LOOSE.  It keeps swinging back and forth, ok now now.  Let me tell you a story if I can rememeber.  We be in shop when it's early and when it be talking when SHOOP a bird flews in, everybody is like AHHHHHH, but not me.  My first thought is to open a nearby door and let it fly out.  Everybody elses first thought is to see if they can hit it out of the air, needless to say, someone didn'tget hurt.  I HATE THAT.  The stupidess people live the st HEY stupiest JUNK.  "OH LOOK AT ME I'M DRUNK AND DRIVIN REAL FAST INTO COLLGGE HIGH STANDARDS ME.  I WIL LIVE WITHOUT HURT AND OTHER GOOD SINLESS KID WILL DIE IN WORST WAY POSSIBLE."  I hate all this 9/11 junk, AHH LOOK AT ME I AM OFFENED BY SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T AFFECT ME AT ALL."  The media and president didn't help, here's Bush, "WE MUST DESTROY THUS SCUM, WE WILL FIGHT FORHONOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  hahahahah,  *makes me want to take out gun*.  Yes.  I've been having a real mic problem with my comps.  They be all like, "WE BUST YOU UP."  Yep.  I asked for spare change, but nah ah.  I need to narrow my mind a bit now.  You now about the yeah yeah yeahhhhh.  This isn't very funny.  Maybe I need more than one person.
Hello.
Why hello other person who will talk to I.
DO you have a drug problem?
No officer, what do ya mean?"
You have been awfully slirry with your words.
That'swhat YOU thnk.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you do a breath-o-lazer test.
I have a question officer.
Yes?
If I was a spy, would I really be on your side?
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Look at it this way, if I was a spy, would I be on YOUR side or the OTHER side?
What is this?  Are you be trippen?
YES YOU BE TRIPPEN.
Take the breath-o-lzaer.
OK.
Ok now, well, let's see here, nope, nope, yep, ok, you're not drunk.
I knew that.
I didn't.
WHy not?
BECAUS I'M SPY.  *stab*
*zap*
NO, YOU HAVE RAZOR BACK.
Good bye to your head, wanker!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
*gurgle*