25 Sep 04
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Originally posted by Remora91Thats it...
You'd be suprised. 😛
*paintballs FNM in the butt*
That'll leave a blister. 😛
*FNM jumps pff the cliff to escape from the scary midget, whilst in air he screams "aaaaargh!!! my @ss is killing me". he falls on a rock and is never heard of again.
And it is all because of YOU
FNM 😉
25 Sep 04
Originally posted by Faith No More*continues to go about normal business*
Thats it...
*FNM jumps pff the cliff to escape from the scary midget, whilst in air he screams "aaaaargh!!! my @ss is killing me". he falls on a rock and is never heard of again.
And it is all because of [b]YOU
FNM 😉[/b]
😛
25 Sep 04
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Originally posted by rwingettPS was awakened from a deep sleep. Rough hands grabbed at his shoulders and jostled him in his bed. Not sure if he was still dreaming or not, PS tried in vain to pull the disheveled blankets over his head, but the coarse and weathered hands yanked them from his grasp and began rapping on his shoulder. "Wake up," a stern voice commanded from what seemed like a very long distance, "there's no more time for lolling about in bed." Confused, PS propped himself up hesitantly while trying to shield his eyes from the bright light that filled his room. Squinting through the glare he was able to make out the silhouettes of four rather large people towering over him, ringing the perimeter of the bed, which was in one corner.
Somewhere in a dank corner of a musty basement in the rougher quarter of Redhotpawnia, with a single bulb dangling from the ceiling fixture to provide illumination, there is a cabal of sinister looking fellows intently poring over dog-eare ...[text shortened]... ou will know the answer to that question in your heart of hearts.
The voice spoke again, this time PS was able to discern that it came from one of the four men, "We are the central committee of the Red Hot Pawn Revolutionary Front and it..." a sharp jab in his side by one of his comrades interrupted him. The two moved out of earshot, exchanged a few terse words and then returned to their former station by the bed. "Excuse me," the speaker continued, "we are the central committee of the Red Hot Pawn Liberation Front. It is time for you to complete your mission."
By now PS was positively flummoxed. His mission? What mission? He could not recall having ever heard of the Redoubtable Libation Front, or whatever it was they called themselves. "I think...I think you may have got the wrong address," PS suggested hopefully. The four men, who he could now tell all had long beards and shabby clothes, did not seem to be persuaded. The same man, who PS deduced must be the leader continued in a thick accent, "The time for games is over. Since you missed the meeting of the central committee last night, you have been chosen to carry out the mission." PS started to protest but was cut short. One of the other men brought forward a medium sized wooden box and placed it beside him on the bed. The leader removed the lid and tilted the box toward PS so that he could see inside. At first PS couldn't tell what was in the box, the light in the room had inexplicably gone from exceedingly bright to very dim. But presently he was able to make out a black sphere with a short strand of string, or a wick, or a fuse of some sort, and printed across the surface were four large white letters that read "BOMB." After a medium pause to heighten the effect, the leader said,"The Red Hot Pawn server must be destroyed tonight. If you succeed, by tomorrow all of Rehotpawnia will be in the hands of the RHPLF."
25 Sep 04
Originally posted by Remora91Sheriff Phlabbit walks up.
*hears noises coming from cliff*
*walks back over and finds that the "cliff" is a 4ft pot hole*
*sees FNM still alive*
*growls*
What's going on here? Why is FNM lying in a pothole with ants in his shoes and a painted butt and pretending to be dead? Remora????
He pulls our his handcuffs......
25 Sep 04
Sheriff Phlabbit puts the cuffs on Remora and FNM and takes them back to the village square. He puts them both in the stocks for the day.
Meanwhile , it is Saturday afternoon and everyone is either at the American football game down by the lake, or at the soccer (football) game down by the river.
25 Sep 04
Originally posted by padfoot*spits plum out*
*leans back and watches*... ... ... *twiddles thumbs* ... ... ...
*watches remora and fnm struggle in stocks* ... ... ... *whistles*
... ... ... *walks over and stuffes plum in remoras mouth*.. * walks away to sound of muffled curses*
*spits on padfoot*
😛 you crappy friend.