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« Reply #80 on: May 23, 2007, 06:07:26 PM » |
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The nards cough up a femur at you before speaking. You grab it right before it collides with your forehead.
They then begin to speak of worlds unknown and how to summon and control other alternative rock bands. However, you quickly grow tired of the conversation, and walk away from Bono.
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real art looks like the mona lisa or a halo poster and is about being old or having your wife die and sometimes the level goes in reverse
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« Reply #81 on: May 23, 2007, 06:16:33 PM » |
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> Use femur on package in mailbox
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« Reply #82 on: May 24, 2007, 06:40:12 AM » |
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You try to pull the package out of the mailbox using the femur, but it's useless. After a few tries, the femur breaks in half and you give up.
What we need here are some high explosives.
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« Reply #83 on: May 24, 2007, 06:41:12 AM » |
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> Use femur shards on mailbox
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« Reply #84 on: May 24, 2007, 06:47:55 AM » |
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Because you didn't specify HOW you want to "use" the femur shards, you place the shards in your mouth and then slam your face against the mailbox, sending the shards shooting out of your mouth and cutting yourself quite severely.
Now try using a more specific verb!
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« Reply #85 on: May 24, 2007, 09:48:10 AM » |
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>Bend the mailbox open with telekinesis
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« Reply #86 on: May 24, 2007, 10:41:58 AM » |
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@Derek: :D
The mailbox is already open!
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« Reply #87 on: May 24, 2007, 11:13:24 AM » |
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> wake up
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« Reply #88 on: May 24, 2007, 11:59:24 AM » |
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I'm sorry, Up is not a creature. Could you be more specific as to who this wake is for?
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real art looks like the mona lisa or a halo poster and is about being old or having your wife die and sometimes the level goes in reverse
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« Reply #89 on: May 25, 2007, 09:09:42 AM » |
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>Spit in the spitoon for no apparent reason than the western reference
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« Reply #90 on: May 28, 2007, 01:37:15 AM » |
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There is no spoon spitoon.
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« Reply #91 on: May 28, 2007, 07:16:46 AM » |
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> ask God where the high explosives are
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« Reply #92 on: May 28, 2007, 07:45:01 AM » |
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As you finish your prayers, light comes down from the skies and a voice penetrates your amind:
"My son, thou art standingeth near a fuckingeth atomic bomb... ... ...eth. What elseth do thou wanteth?"
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"So, how d'ya like my archaic English? Ha ha ha ha ha..."
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« Reply #93 on: May 28, 2007, 10:51:12 AM » |
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> Imagine a tree.
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« Reply #94 on: May 28, 2007, 12:16:33 PM » |
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The trombonists panic at the sight of the tree you have willed into existence and start playing the theme song of "An inconvenient truth". The tree, considering the possibility of Al Gore giving it a hug, quietly commits sepuku.
A log sits where the tree you had imagined used to be.
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« Reply #95 on: May 28, 2007, 12:33:27 PM » |
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> roll log at band
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« Reply #96 on: May 28, 2007, 07:59:17 PM » |
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The front row of the marching band watches with horror as the log starts rolling toward them, they are paralyzed by fear and strong pavlovian reflexes that prevent them from interrupting their routine. When they finally react it's too late, the back rows of the band keep on marching, oblivious of the danger, pushing the first row forward.
One of the drum players, a fat teenager with red cheeks, trips on his instrument while trying to run away. He is comically trampled to death by other musicians, some of whom eyes widen with terror as soon as they take notice of the rolling log. But the rest of the band keeps pushing them in one fatal direction. The trumpet ensemble sounds more and more like an elephant in agony as the players don't manage to stay in tune while crying.
Bono is squatting next to you, quietly sobbing near a pool of his own vomit, trying not to wath as the first row of the marching band is inexorably flattened by the log.
In less than a minute it's over.
All that's left on the floor is a substance that looks and tastes like cat poo mixed with spaghetti a la carbonara.
Bono has disappeared into a singularity.
The log casts the Town Portal spell and is teleported somewhere.
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« Reply #97 on: May 28, 2007, 09:53:26 PM » |
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> rofl
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« Reply #98 on: May 29, 2007, 12:35:12 AM » |
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You now have sick mixed up in your clothes and hair.
Well done Roger! You've done it again!
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« Reply #99 on: May 29, 2007, 10:57:47 AM » |
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> Go to mailbox
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