The ancient caverns of Zhurgom Deeps held a old
evil relic known as the Apparatus of the Abyss
, feared by all, pure and wicked, this vile device
was gigantic and lay half buried in rock and
the remains of those who'd tried to control it.
"Not another wasteful 'Word' thread!" spoke the whiny lawyer.
Aberzombie wrote: "Not another wasteful 'Word' thread!" spoke the whiny lawyer. Curses! Foiled by another whiny lawyer! Drat, Drat, and Double Drat!
Then the whiny lawyer died.
now back to the nineword game
These remains were soon animated by the demon prince
Orcus. The dead remains of 40,000 men began claw
thier way towards San Diego to collect lawyer brains!
Whiny lawyer brains, that is ;) But seriously, the ghoulish
fiend is about to dance on the head of
a very large pin, the kind that a giant
would bowl for, using the skull of a dire
Tazmania devil. The sound of laughter erupted from a
coffee can. Hollow, careening, laughter; stored as if for
holding jam which the mummies keep when they are
making preserves, whether it be grape, or strawberry, or
those other lip-smackin' flavors mummies simply cannot 'live' without.
Now back to our regularly scheduled program...
Tobus Neth wrote: Orcus. The dead remains of 40,000 men began claw -ing themselves free from their dank earthen and rubble confines.
or else the matrix2.0 will make you a chiphead,
and you better learn kung fu for when Demogorgon
challenges you to a cage match in front of
the tribe of mongrelmen known in certain circles as
those who create word games. They are also renowned
for their cooking. They love to cobble together ghoulashes,
gumbos, and the occasional seven layer dip with guacamole.
These mongrelmen also liked to play in the back
of the movie theater while people are trying to
sleep, which gets them in hot water with the
fiendish half-efreeti nymphs. This, of course, they found to
smokin hot, so they jumped out and went to
the Copa Cabana to cool down with tropical drinks
Heathansson wrote: the Copa Cabana to cool down with tropical drinks however they were stopped by the fiendish Barry Manilow
spawn half dragon feytouched ghost brute from Ipenema, that
always gorged on the hearts of virgins and unicorns
but his love of women foot apparel rivaled even
Imelda Marcos. He had a level of Maure Castle
that was painted pink, and shoe shelves for miles.
A pair of colossal fiendish Doc Marten's kneeboots guarded
his prized possesion, his ronald mcdonald size 73 shoes.
These shoes housed two old women, who had so
much looked like night hags, had indeed secured the
soles of many chaotic evil people, to trade for
moldy blocks of cheese. Graz'zt laughed at the crystal
shard poking out of the toe of the left
shoe-hag's forehead, which looked like it really hurt.
Graz'zt summoned forth his servants, waitresses, and his jester
who we affectionately call heathy, the slightly deranged werewolf.
"Jester," he said waving his hand to the music
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