Emag, drow librarian, was dissatisfied. For almost fifty years he'd painstakingly
tried to stamp out these friggin' annoying word games, but alas...
nature abhors a vacuum, so the gap between nine and thirteen
Callum wrote: nature abhors a vacuum, so the gap between nine and thirteen Has ceased to exist, as it is a vacuum, and so
use one sentence game instead, this here word game is dead!
"Hmmm, that's bizarre," the bookish frail drow said to noone in
the shadows, "the Laws of Leximancy require an eleven word intercalation."
The grey dwarf assassin Gnog Amok moved into place. Pulling back
the string to his crossbow, he loaded one sharp quarrel, made
of highest grade mithril. He set his sight on the drow
librarian. A gummy spot of poison quivered on the quarrel, quite
lethal even to a dark elf habituated to toxins. He breathed
the smell of his own fart, for luck, but unfortunately the
goddess of luck was not in his favor. Rainbowed color light
filled the room, followed by arcs of lightining and fireballs exploding
in the aisles, setting ancient books and scrolls ablaze. Smoke and
house music filled the air, and from a hidden trapdoor emerged
a gimp dressed in neon green leather and holding the wand
of glow sticks, dancing around like a freak-a-zoid hepped up on
liquid crack. He was followed by a huge fat devil that
was hugging everybody and kept forgetting to drink water. An ogre
pimp named Leroy Brown got smoked in the alley by that
caped crusader the Scarlet Pumpernickel, who was born and bred to
fight the unions. The shots rang out from across the field
, shots of tequila with draft beer chasers, and an intoxicated politician
giving uncomfortable hugs to most of the women present. Several persons
began to do the macarana. That's when I left; I don't
like movements like that and anyway Mephistopheles want to go to
a country bar and line dance, after which he planned to
hit Vegas. The journey to Vegas was crazy as hell, first
his transmission went out, and he had to get a tow.
The desert bandits were lead by mishapen men from the crack
in reality near the centre of Death Valley where an interdimensional
portal lead to Charles Manson world, a placed feared by the
shareholders of Disney. They knew that his warped interdimensional theme park
would eventually spill out into Disneyland and the PR would be
damaging to say the least. Worse than when Mr. Toad's Wild
Ride was demolished to the sound of weeping kiddies. If Walt
Disney can be raised as a lich, I figure anyone can.
Just then the Beatles appeared in the yellow submarine with aid
from their friends. Paul McCartney, whose demise had been rumored on
the magical mystery tour back in 68'. "Many astral projections went
along with the stage show. It was the best concert I've
ever seen while astral projecting and tripping on high grade LSD
and Wild Turkey." The band from the Star Wars cantina opened
up a new club where they can play nude. Many
of the patrons are nude also; though wookies usually walk around
with only their (large) genitals shaved, which is exciting if you
groom wookies for a living. Wookie locks are sought by many
although they aren't worth much until the crusties and lice are
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