segments. Not being familiar with AD&D 1st ed., the cook did not know
what the hell was going on he promptly quit and commit suicide right
then and there. "So," said the Mephster, "you seek to disrupt my dinner
by killing yourself, behold!" And he quickly raised the chef from the dead.
"There. That will teach you to be remiss, to shirk your duties to
the great M." Unfortunately undead make poor chefs and M would suffer diarrhea
from the rotting gruel the chef served him. There was nothing the great
can do that I can undo with my Erinyes Temptation Super Sex Squad
with kung fu grips, the beachwear accessory pack, and the Malibu Erinyes Pink
monster trunk made of flesh of 100 virgins and powered by a engine
that requires 5 AA batteries. My Malibu Succubus doll will conquer all of
the beaver doppelgangers with a cheese transmogrification combinabrinator. We will miss the beavers.
The smell of burning hair and beaver flesh carried on the wind. Smoke
bellowed from the engine of the Malibu Succubus' ride, causing the bystanders to
inhale deadly fumes and smoke that caused many to die in mere minutes
while others suffered terminal priapism, dying slowly as their raging tent pole deprived
them of bloodflow to internal organs. The succubi, of course, found this amusing
drunk themselves into lustful piles of limbs and motion, the smell of sex
floated away on the sulfur tainted wind with the smoke of burning souls.
When the efreeti lords heard what was happening, they were amazed. They decided
to get in on the Malibu Succubi orgy, so they hopped in their
76 firebird and hauled ass down the turnpike. The twenty six state troopers
were ground up to fuel their cop dust powered convertible Pontiac GTOs with
soul burning carburetors which were sold only in Hells Black Market on wednesdays
but if you brought a comely virgin for sacrifice they give 30% discounts.
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,packed up and ready
to rock. Rumor has it, that it was owned by the freakest bastard
, known as the koboldcleander, a strange mix of the worst, most despicable creatures
and the least frightening creatures in any monster manual, such as the kobold,
foxes and squonks. Legend tells of one that will come to do the
retcon on flumphs. When that day comes, woe betide the entirety of creation,
and verily shall thee burneth of all the proliferous and ponderous D&D codexes!
Alice stood at the threshold of a new day. All that was lost
was won, all that was loved was hated, and all that was left
was the Loc-Nar, the sum of all evils. She was drawn to
it's sinister green glow like a space Heffalump to free nyborg.
She started to have visions of a hellish earth of her creation. A
massive cloud of smoke belched from the gargantuan crater that formed in the
middle of her "My Little Pony: Princess Parade" poster. "Crap" she screamed, "that...
was a Uber rare poster!" She loaded her .357 magnum and headed down
to the alley to meet up with a guy that was selling some
Black lotus from Stygia. She could smell it all over him, he coughed
out some phlegm that, enchanted, formed into a tiny little man and started
building somethings with a tiny hammer and nails. She watched in fascination as
the tiny Bob the Boogers danced around, singing and installing kitchen cabinetry in
the alley. David Lynch screamed "Cut! Get me nastier boogies!for Mrs. Lohan
to wrestle with. I wand gore encrusted booger people, with a bit of
cocaine and meth encrusted boogies".Lilo was in a super bad mood and
The Loc Nar made her all green, even her eyes, and she would
have had sex with the crew if not for her serious allergies to
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