The SEVEN Word Game!!!!!

[drunken_nomad]

growing in the moo goo gai pan,

[Vattnisse]

decided to immediately find alternative employment, preferably

[Larry Lichman]

as part of the clean up crew

[GreatNPowerfulAahz]

for Hershcel Horringman's druidic barmitzvah extravaganza

[Vattnisse]

of doom. "What is this thing anyway",

[Kruelaid]

Eric Mona asked Mike McArtor in the

[Larry Lichman]

Paizo public rest room. Mike responded by

[Vattnisse]

making a series of complicated, super-secret ninja

[drunken_nomad]

flips and spins, but slipped on soapbubbles

[Vattnisse]

and did a faceplant, breaking his eggshell

[Larry Lichman]

of his hard-boiled egg he was saving

[Vattnisse]

so that he'd have lunch that day.

[Tobus Neth]

A toilet suddenly exploded, sending gouts of

[drunken_nomad]

rejected manuscripts into the air. "Somebody get

[Tobus Neth]

Nicolas Logue in here to clean this

[Vattnisse]

mess up before anyone important shows up

[drunken_nomad]

and asks about our bubbles and eggs." Nic

[Vattnisse]

deftly showed off his mad mop-fu skillz as

[GreatNPowerfulAahz]

wrestled with an imaginary bear... and lost!

[drunken_nomad]

The Render roared from the front gate,

[Kruelaid]

and the staplers gnashed their... their... staples!

[Vattnisse]

It was a frightening sight - in fact

[drunken_nomad]

the march of the were-platypai...platypusses? platypieces?

[Vattnisse]

- this conundrum was in itself enough to

[Kruelaid]

cause the intoxicated quasits severe migraines. Enough

[Tobus Neth]

time had past for those gathered to

[Kruelaid]

to read the sewage coated toilet manuscripts...

[Vattnisse]

detailing the Prophecies Of Gorklesnort. This prophet

[Tobus Neth]

of the sewers, had spread his followers

[Kruelaid]

like skidmarks on white boxer shorts. They

[drunken_nomad]

subconciously coded messages in the Paizo rejections

[Aberzombie]

aimed at subliminally brainwashing the gaming masses

[Vattnisse]

, intending to instill in them a strong

[Heathansson]

urge to "catch them all," whatever "they"

[Kruelaid]

did, did not matter at all. All

[Aberzombie]

that really mattered was the power that

[Vattnisse]

the Greyskull possesses; this power allows weenies

[drunken_nomad]

to plump when you cook 'em! Everyone

[Aberzombie]

enjoys a good hotdog, even if they

[Tobus Neth]

are made of god knows what. Last

[Aberzombie]

night, for example, some people I know

[Tobus Neth]

forged a pact with a being known

[Aberzombie]

as Bob, Lord of All That is

[Kobold Catgirl]

and lord of the puny creature known

[drunken_nomad]

as Oscar Meyer--details of the contract

[Tobus Neth]

granted certain eldritch powers, including summoning devils

[drunken_nomad]

made of bratwurst, and the mission statement

[Heathansson]

of the Church of the Subgenius essentially

[drunken_nomad]

made Mark Mothersbaugh a demigod, though he

[Heathansson]

STILL doesn't have his own castle or