BOOYAH.
RankOdor3, why oh why did you post this thread?
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CONFUSED? YOU'LL KNOW WHEN YOU'RE RIPE
saxitoxin wrote:Serbia is a RUDE DUDE
may not be a PRUDE, but he's gotta 'TUDE
might not be LEWD, but he's gonna get BOOED
RUDE
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jeffonfire
- Posts: 180
- Joined: Tue Mar 27, 2007 7:22 pm
- Location: U.S.
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I go hunting and cook the meat and eat it.
Gp:56
Cave:small-with birdcage, stove, fireplace, and workbench!
House: small-with stove.
Stuff: 1 bear, 1 shirt, 1 pair of gloves, 6 rabbit meat, 5 rabbit skin, 1 horse-with horseshoes+sattle, 40 nails, 1 mith knife, 4 sheep meat, 1 Wolf, 1 Eagle, 38 mith bars, 1 bandage, unlimited hammers.
P point:11
jobs: miner/smith
Smith level=38
I am wearing: pants, shirt, gloves.
Gp:56
Cave:small-with birdcage, stove, fireplace, and workbench!
House: small-with stove.
Stuff: 1 bear, 1 shirt, 1 pair of gloves, 6 rabbit meat, 5 rabbit skin, 1 horse-with horseshoes+sattle, 40 nails, 1 mith knife, 4 sheep meat, 1 Wolf, 1 Eagle, 38 mith bars, 1 bandage, unlimited hammers.
P point:11
jobs: miner/smith
Smith level=38
I am wearing: pants, shirt, gloves.
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jeffonfire
- Posts: 180
- Joined: Tue Mar 27, 2007 7:22 pm
- Location: U.S.
- Contact:
I go out and catch 10 beetles and roast them. I am now selling Cooked beetles for 5 coins!!!
Gp:56
Cave:small-with birdcage, stove, fireplace, and workbench!
House: small-with stove.
Stuff: Cooked beetles 10, 1 bear, 1 shirt, 1 pair of gloves, 6 rabbit meat, 5 rabbit skin, 1 horse-with horseshoes+sattle, 40 nails, 1 mith knife, 4 sheep meat, 1 Wolf, 1 Eagle, 38 mith bars, 1 bandage, unlimited hammers.
P point:11
jobs: miner/smith
Smith level=38
I am wearing: pants, shirt, gloves.
Gp:56
Cave:small-with birdcage, stove, fireplace, and workbench!
House: small-with stove.
Stuff: Cooked beetles 10, 1 bear, 1 shirt, 1 pair of gloves, 6 rabbit meat, 5 rabbit skin, 1 horse-with horseshoes+sattle, 40 nails, 1 mith knife, 4 sheep meat, 1 Wolf, 1 Eagle, 38 mith bars, 1 bandage, unlimited hammers.
P point:11
jobs: miner/smith
Smith level=38
I am wearing: pants, shirt, gloves.
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pancakemix
- Posts: 7973
- Joined: Wed Jan 31, 2007 3:39 pm
- Gender: Male
- Location: The Grim Guzzler
Jeff, stop. Please. Let it rest in peace.
Epic Win
"Always tell the truth. It's the easiest thing to remember." - Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross
"Always tell the truth. It's the easiest thing to remember." - Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross
aage wrote:Never trust CYOC or pancake.
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Dancing Mustard
- Posts: 5442
- Joined: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:31 pm
- Location: Pushing Buttons
My moffal hybrid child learns to walk.
My moffal hybrid child is noticing changes about itself, it has questions it can't answer on its own. It goes walking on the common.
Unbeknownst to me, it thirsts for blood.
My planted infant sprouts into a baby-tree; it produces an arbitrary number of babies every arbitrary time period. At night the tree creaks in the wind and screams at the rain. I take delight in its tortured crys.
My Thai-Prostitute is still naked and shivering in the vomitorium; bruises cover her arms and back after her beating in the last post. I gain 20 satisfaction points.
This time I do not restrain myself at the last minute.
My Moffal hybrid child returns from the common with the mangled remains of a local child; it has painted its face with sticky pulp it scooped from the victim's skull. He looks vaguely like an Indian-Brave; only uglier. I pat the little scamp on the head; then I lick him clean. He wriggles and squirms, but soon the task is done.
I shower to clean myself; I fish my fetus from its pickling jar and take it with me. It makes a remarkably good sponge.
I gain +3 constitution. My Fetus gets -2 Self-respect.
At night I crave variety; I take my bee-hive, my penis-enlarger, and 1 Human Skin to JeffonFire's hovel.
I climb onto the roof. There I release the bees and remove my clothing. Howling the names of former-sprinters in a frentic litany I begin to interfere with myself amidst the torrent of stings. The pleasure becomes intense; I bite down upon the Human-Skin to stifle my ecstatic moaning. Faster the stings. Faster my hands. Somewhere, Jesus is crying.
I'm spent.
JeffonFire's house looks like Spiderman used a year's supply of webs on it.
I decide I have done enough for one day and go to sleep.
On my way home I find a cadaver laying in a ditch. I smile and tip him 3 gold.
I have:
Gp: 69682997569.6
House: Triangular-with en-suite vomitorium
Stuff: 1 tin of baked beans, 1 torn stocking, 1 lump of rotting offal + 1 tin of mints, 6 werewolf meat, 5 human skin, 1 Thai-prostitute-with gag+saddle, 40 bees, 1 Swedish Penis Enlarger, 4 pairs of novelty specatcles, 1 foetus in a jar that occassionaly warns me of future catastrophies but refuses to speak in anything other than cryptic riddles, 35 snickers bars, 1 bondage encyclopedia, unlimited 40mm video cameras and adult daipers, one suit made from Ranck3's father's skin, a glass beaker containing dregs of Thai-Prostitute's vomit, 1 banana hammock, 2 infants, 1 planted infant, 1 half-moffal half-human baby, 1 rusty nail.
P point: 85.3 squared
jobs: Boning your mum, stealing children's toys, dribbling on passing strangers, licking windows, picking bars of condensed milk from particularly tall trees.
Irradiated Mutant level = 38.2 divided by the number you first thought of.
I am wearing: boxers, gimp mask, a suit made from your Grandmother's skin, bangles, a 10 gallon hat.
My moffal hybrid child is noticing changes about itself, it has questions it can't answer on its own. It goes walking on the common.
Unbeknownst to me, it thirsts for blood.
My planted infant sprouts into a baby-tree; it produces an arbitrary number of babies every arbitrary time period. At night the tree creaks in the wind and screams at the rain. I take delight in its tortured crys.
My Thai-Prostitute is still naked and shivering in the vomitorium; bruises cover her arms and back after her beating in the last post. I gain 20 satisfaction points.
This time I do not restrain myself at the last minute.
My Moffal hybrid child returns from the common with the mangled remains of a local child; it has painted its face with sticky pulp it scooped from the victim's skull. He looks vaguely like an Indian-Brave; only uglier. I pat the little scamp on the head; then I lick him clean. He wriggles and squirms, but soon the task is done.
I shower to clean myself; I fish my fetus from its pickling jar and take it with me. It makes a remarkably good sponge.
I gain +3 constitution. My Fetus gets -2 Self-respect.
At night I crave variety; I take my bee-hive, my penis-enlarger, and 1 Human Skin to JeffonFire's hovel.
I climb onto the roof. There I release the bees and remove my clothing. Howling the names of former-sprinters in a frentic litany I begin to interfere with myself amidst the torrent of stings. The pleasure becomes intense; I bite down upon the Human-Skin to stifle my ecstatic moaning. Faster the stings. Faster my hands. Somewhere, Jesus is crying.
I'm spent.
JeffonFire's house looks like Spiderman used a year's supply of webs on it.
I decide I have done enough for one day and go to sleep.
On my way home I find a cadaver laying in a ditch. I smile and tip him 3 gold.
I have:
Gp: 69682997569.6
House: Triangular-with en-suite vomitorium
Stuff: 1 tin of baked beans, 1 torn stocking, 1 lump of rotting offal + 1 tin of mints, 6 werewolf meat, 5 human skin, 1 Thai-prostitute-with gag+saddle, 40 bees, 1 Swedish Penis Enlarger, 4 pairs of novelty specatcles, 1 foetus in a jar that occassionaly warns me of future catastrophies but refuses to speak in anything other than cryptic riddles, 35 snickers bars, 1 bondage encyclopedia, unlimited 40mm video cameras and adult daipers, one suit made from Ranck3's father's skin, a glass beaker containing dregs of Thai-Prostitute's vomit, 1 banana hammock, 2 infants, 1 planted infant, 1 half-moffal half-human baby, 1 rusty nail.
P point: 85.3 squared
jobs: Boning your mum, stealing children's toys, dribbling on passing strangers, licking windows, picking bars of condensed milk from particularly tall trees.
Irradiated Mutant level = 38.2 divided by the number you first thought of.
I am wearing: boxers, gimp mask, a suit made from your Grandmother's skin, bangles, a 10 gallon hat.
Wayne wrote:Wow, with a voice like that Dancing Mustard must get all the babes!
Garth wrote:Yeah, I bet he's totally studly and buff.
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Guilty_Biscuit
- Posts: 825
- Joined: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:33 am
- Location: N53:32 W02:39 Top Biscuits: Bourbon, HobNob, Tunnocks Wafer, Ginger Nut Evil_Biscuit: Malted Milk
- Contact:
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Dancing Mustard
- Posts: 5442
- Joined: Mon Mar 19, 2007 3:31 pm
- Location: Pushing Buttons