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« Reply #300 on: August 20, 2007, 07:03:32 AM » |
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>Shoot the cellphone and RUN
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« Reply #301 on: August 20, 2007, 07:24:55 AM » |
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Using your dexterious toes and you ears to guide your aim, you shoot the cellphone in the head. A strange liquid starts spilling. It smells like salisbury sauce.
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« Reply #302 on: August 20, 2007, 08:38:25 AM » |
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>Drinks the sauce straight from the phone's skull (if cellphones can even have skulls) in a grotesque, animalistic fashion.
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« Reply #303 on: August 20, 2007, 08:50:07 AM » |
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You missing limbs and organs grow back. Only problem is, their position has been switched. You now have eyes attached to your shoulders and arms coming out of your eyes sockets.
A great voice echoes from the heavens: "well done my child, but you still need to find the boxing gloves of destiny to fulfill the prophecy... Sally forth!"
You can now see that you are standing upon the chest of a gigantic, asleep alligator where vegetation has started to grow on. You see a mailbox, three houses, one bowl of beef ravioli connected to a string, one dead cell phone lying in a pool of salisbury sauce, one fragment of an unidentified ornament and Martha Stewart unsubtlety watching you while wearing a trench coat, hat, fake nose and moustache and reading an upside down news paper.
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« Reply #304 on: August 20, 2007, 10:28:31 AM » |
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>Search aligator.
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« Reply #305 on: August 20, 2007, 10:36:52 AM » |
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By taking a very quick, approximative look, you realize that the alligator is in fact a crocodile, which changes the whole concept of the universe. You feel queasy and you are about to throw up. Your head is spinning... litteraly.
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« Reply #306 on: August 20, 2007, 10:39:36 AM » |
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>Pull an Exorcist and spin your head around 360 degrees whist vomiting.
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« Reply #307 on: August 20, 2007, 10:50:35 AM » |
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As your head spins around and you vomit violently, preachers rush in to strap you down on the crocodile. Since you do not possess the strenght of the devil and you are still not used to use arms coming out of your eye sockets, they easily pin you down. Another priest, visibly older than the others, pulls out a bible and a Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny. Also, he is getting undressed, smilling at you.
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« Reply #308 on: August 20, 2007, 10:55:12 AM » |
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>Kick the Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny out of his hands using your newfound leg dexterity
(also, is that a One Piece avatar? Awesome.)
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« Reply #309 on: August 20, 2007, 03:12:37 PM » |
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You try to kick the glove off but only manage to hit the priest's groin. His legs start wobbling and his eyes fill with water. He is about to fall down but he does not drop the glove. 2 of the 5 priests holding you leave to help the half-naked priest in pain. > (I believe it's Nami. It seems that Derek felt like I reminded him of her...  ) |
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« Reply #310 on: August 20, 2007, 06:08:22 PM » |
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>Takes the opportunity to do your recently learned Crocodile Final Smashing Throw move, aiming to take the gloves in a flurry of amazing leg action.
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« Reply #311 on: August 20, 2007, 06:11:53 PM » |
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You attempt a Crocodile Final Smashing Throw move, but unfortunately this is an alligator, which changes everything. You do, however, succeed in freeing yourself. The crocodile is waking up...
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« Reply #312 on: August 21, 2007, 12:59:52 PM » |
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>Push all priests who are not holding a Flaming Boxing Glove of Destiny into the jaws of the reptile of order Crocodilia (exact family indeterminate).
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(O.o) - Achtung, baby!
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« Reply #313 on: August 28, 2007, 09:00:39 AM » |
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You start pushing the priests toward the jaws of the big crocodile. You soon realize that you are exactly 25,1 miles from its jaws and pushing the priests will take alot of time. You can continue to push but a car could be helpful.
The boxing glove of destiny is starting to burn brightly.
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« Reply #314 on: August 28, 2007, 12:09:37 PM » |
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>Call for Cthulhu
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