It is lovely but GorillaGrod's property line encroaches 2.75 inches onto my property. Therefore I will be filing suit to have that corrected.
The next poster describes the outcome of our legal battle in nightmareland.
Well, the Dragon and the Gorilla went at it for sixteen years, only pausing for a few months after the first billion dollar lawsuit. The total sum of money spent is... frankly incalculable. And an entire ARMY of lawyers is now set for several lifetimes. And so it goes. In the end, the dragon won half an inch.
The next poster laments not doing something before the vicious legal battle began.
It turns out we really did need to kill all of the lawyers.
The next poster is a Jr. member of the Injustice League.
Ah, yes, interning for Dr Sivana. A brief but fulfilling venture. Access to his equipment, a variety of test subjects, and a loose note telling me to just "take care of things".
The next poster will detail what exactly I did to them as an experiment during my time there.
fluffy-mascott pinched out teeth from groupies and lobbyists.
Next poster was one of unfortunate lobbyists
I kept telling them I'm a dwarf not a goblin but they wouldn't listen. At least I don't need teeth to drink ale.
The next poster is leading the investigation into human rights violations.
I'm jealous because I'm not an expert at conveying cryptic telepathic messages via the wing-dings font.
The next poster knows something cryptic about one of the other posters on this board. Let's watch.....
I used Batman's decryptor to solve and found out IHIYC has his own pirate radio station. One can hear his broadcast at 107.2 "JokerJester".
The next poster has attempted to establish a radiostation of their own.
Yes, as massouses at my quaint BnB and spa, while I relax in the lavacuzzi.
The next poster visited my establishment or one like it.
While many of the facilities were aimed towards dragons, namely the molten type, there were still plenty for me to relax to while specifying every time a temperature that does not melt the flesh of mortals.
The next poster really could use some flesh of mortals.
Well what can i say, after flailing some people, some of their skin came loose. Which i've let made a purse from for my infernal secretary.
The next poster has been doing cover songs of Nelly Furtado.
Mmmmmmmmg!
Mmmg mmg mmmmmmmmmg.
The finest quality dades, beautiful carpets (some have permanent levitate or fly at command), an infant exotic feline and a big bag of money for helping a local businessman.
The next poster will tell us what it's like to bring out your dead
Bring out their exquisitely sculpted cheekbones, textured skin and gorgeous silver-green complexions, you mean, thanks to Revenantlon Cosmotics and the Spamway Group!
The next poster would like to invite us to join their ziggurat scheme.
Well for only an initial investment of 1000 gold, you can sell succubi hair care products to the unsuspecting masses. The more people under you, the more quatloos you earn. These, in turn, can be used to make wagers in the fighting pits.
The next poster tells us what it's like to be a gamemaster of Triskelion.
I was like watching William Shatner audition for the role of Gandalf
The next post wanted William Shatner play the role of Gandalf
That was probably my doppelganger making that statement.
The next poster works as the butler to Paracountess SadoMasochista, special emissary from Cheliax.
I certainly do. The things I do and see, and the sensations I derive from those things, are certainly inappropriate for this forum, and would unsettle even the hardiest bowels.
The next poster's debut novel was titled "The Hardiest Bowels", and s/he will outline the plot for us.
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It was to be a sequel to the "Buns of Steel" exercise video...to take the fight to the inside, and the struggle of a young man attempting to master his small intestine.
I always wondered who stole my manuscript....
The next poster has the unquenchable desire to tell us about his or her shrunken head collection, which they stored somewhere they oughtn't.
If other people can have doll collections or action figure collections or even a multitude of posters with their favorite celebrity staring at them in their bedroom, why can't I have this?
The next poster tells us why I can't have this.
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Because you're good enough, smart enough, and gosh darn it Poog likes you!
The next poster is coming off a 36 hour Waynes Wold marathon.
I'm Hiding In Your Closet.
The next poster will tell us what doing Gorilla Grodd's laundry actually implies.
It was the Ultrahumanite. He saw Monsieur Mallah in his beret and ammo belt and thought that simian-themed villainy was a fad.
The next poster is perhaps the greatest foe that Green Lantern has ever faced.
I was a druid and using my own animals against me was just mean.
The next poster was with me but just stood by watching it happen.
Well yeah, you were travelling with an anti-paladin, couldn't afford losing my own abilities.
The next poster's most trusted d20 has been cursed and only rolls natural 1's
It's cute how you don't think ALL my d20's roll natural 1's. Especially on saving throws.
The next poster dated a natural 1 in high school.
I dunno. I think you need more grammatical errors to summon her. However, I can be a pretty fussy person. Once, someone tried taking one of my fabric strips hanging from my helmet-thingy. Imagine the gall of such a person!
The next poster imagines the gall of such a person.
Eugh. I'd rather not. Bile and organs isn't something I like to imagine.
The next poster has mold.
That's easy, you've been around Ulfen Death Squad for too long.
The referring in 3rd person is rubbing off on you.
The next poster has put the beat on Chuck Norris last friday, the man's not been beaten like that since Bruce Lee.
True, but not in the way you think...
The next poster has something delightfully unwholesome to tell us about.
Talk about unwholesome. Krispy Kreme donuts are delish but not good for you at all, in large quantities.
The next poster tells us what it's like to wake up when it's time to make the donuts.