The SEVEN Word Game!!!!!

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the 20th Century he'd founded had been

[Ventnor]

stolen. So, he put together a team

[Aberzombie]

of the most valiant warriors, with the

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powers of Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and

[Aberzombie]

Flatulence. These cosmic champions would be his

[Ventnor]

cabinet, since he'd been elected president again.

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The jubilation in the streets was beyond

[Molten Dragon]

words. The Cabinet was also the band.

[Aberzombie]

And the band held meetings in a

[Ventnor]

dead diety's skull, so that they could

[Molten Dragon]

have divine inspiration and better acoustics. Roosevelt

[Aberzombie]

finished his daily combat practice routine and

[Molten Dragon]

had his daily constitutional requiring double flush.

[Ventnor]

Then it was time for action! They

[Aberzombie]

boarded a train, rolled on down to

[Molten Dragon]

the pool hall to hook up with

[equinoxmaster]

unwholesome amounts of powdered sugar

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with which to compulsively coat their house.

[Ventnor]

That is why the White House is

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a coveted Occult Sanctum among Nordic Witches.

[Ventnor]

So Roosevelt decided to destroy the sanctum

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simply because of the obvious ant hazard.

[Ventnor]

He deployed gigantic magnifying lenses along with

[Aberzombie]

several items normally found on picnic blankets.

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"SMELL ZE NOOOOUUUGAAAT!!!" Screamed the crazed Dr.

[Aberzombie]

Zhivago, as played by the legendary Omar

[equinoxmaster]

Podalooskin, the emperor of the northern half

[Aberzombie]

of the hidden, mystical realm known as

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The Land of Artisan Cheese and Honey.

[Ventnor]

In 1387, these two countries had become

[Aberzombie]

dominated by clans preferring the oral tradition

[Molten Dragon]

of storytelling. The archeological record supported a

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theory that voracious predators similar to ancient

[Molten Dragon]

aliens yodeled during mating. Now this caused

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antediluvian homeowner's associations a lot of consternation,

[Aberzombie]

interrupting their scumbag gloating over the picnic

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in the graveyard Mexican tradition getting outlawed

[Aberzombie]

by a hidden council of losers known

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as Focus On The Family, who seriously

[Aberzombie]

tried to help ghouls revelling in the

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Day of the Dead celebration to "assimilate

[Aberzombie]

the populace into a soulless, mindless collective."

[Molten Dragon]

But, as history would reveal, they were

[Ventnor]

actually the Illuminati, with a grand plan

[Aberzombie]

to ensure the dominance of sentient Twinkies

[Molten Dragon]

and other snack cakes. However the rise

[equinoxmaster]

of the Swedish highchair manufacturing empire was

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an impediment to their convoluted plot. Also,

[Aberzombie]

the desire for snack cakes had fallen

[Molten Dragon]

to alarmingly low levels. The snack cakes