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![]() I'm in Houston. Let's go to Medieval Times sometime. Chest is invited.
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Kekephee Souphanousinphone
Erudite Bard <BDA> Blue Server Every song I play is actually just me screaming the 1812 Overture in a raspy, shrieking falsetto. | ||
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Monk of Bregan D'Aerth
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Ashkell has fallen to the ground.
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![]() Whether or not Spyder is actually a criminal; whether or not he really gave a CoF to Pokesan - this is all irrelevant to me. I'm just impressed that he would put forth all this effort to write a long, fairly tedious story, then host a faux-competition to establish his own story as the best p99 RP story. His biggest mistake was posting from his account, and not having a "panel of judges" decide on the winner. Lots of creativity and ingenuinity.
Sempai has noticed you, Spyder. I'm honored to be the subject and source of inspiration for such a long and intricate project. I couldn't read all of your story because it's formatted poorly; but at times I laughed, at times I smiled. Thank you for your dedication and wit! Keep on flaming you fire giant | ||
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![]() Posted by some other guy in the red forums, definitely worth of some lulz
"Checkraise stared emotionlessly at the gun he held in his hand. This was a culminating point of his life – all those missed opportunities, all those filthy whore women who rejected him, all those empty packets of burritos, laying scattered across his room like crusty pieces of his dignity. What a life...a wasted one at that, and what better a way to go than dying and rotting alone the way he lived – surrounded by his own filth and shortcomings. He wondered if they would need some kind of special crane of machine to remove his bloated corpse. Checkraise furrowed his brow, the sweat slowly dripping down his clammy chins. This was it, maybe one last pizza would be ordered. He couldn’t go dying on an empty stomach now could he? To Google he went. But then, in a moment of desolation, Checkraise decided to revisit his lost love, to give his old cruel mistress, one last glimpse.... ”E..V….E….R…..Q…U…” as he typed in to Google, Checkraise saw something that would avert his suicide, and give his life meaning once again. “EVERQUEST Project 1999 Classic Everquest Server.” His heart skipped a bit, his pupils dilated, his boner boned for the first time in years. No longer would he have to live in this shame filled world, no longer would his knowledge of ancient computer games go unchecked, no longer would he have to live as a level 1 in his parent’s basement.…this was a new dawn….this was…THE BIRTH OF CHECKRAISE." | ||
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