In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
On half the nations, and with fear of change
Perplexes monarchs.
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And how.
FTW?
VTOL!
But...but...puffer fish?
AH NEED A HEH-RO!
Waaaiitt... The last time I tried to unblock the toilet with Batman he got stuck halfway down the u-bend and it cost me, like, £450 to get him out again...
AH NEED A PLUN-JAH!! AH'M HOLDIN' OUT FUH A PLUN-JAH TILL THE END OF THE NIGHT!
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Sounds like a job for Super Maelstrom Brothers Plumbing. Just don't cut Luigi off in traffic or he'll throw his Death Stare.
new movie idea: SLAADNADO!!!
Followed closely, of course, by....
SLAADICANE!
Then
SLAADNADO VS SLAADICANE!
Then Howard the Duck Part II: South for the Winter!
With the onslaught of poorly scripted sequels being anounceed, one giant saurian rampages through the thread setting all Slaads on fire with.., what else.., atomic fire
Hey, you can't pop here, big guy! That SlaadFy channel is strictly low-budget; we can't even afford the rights to you.
Unless... say, can you wrestle?
If I can breathe atomic fire down their gullet and tear their head off after I'm done, sure.
Sooo...Jeff-Zilla versus Junk Yard Slaad? The Fabulous Slaad Birds?
Can you smell what THE SLAAD is cooking?!?
I'm guessing we're going to see the Slaad Bottom and the Slaadi's Elbow.
So predictable....
Slaad-bottomed girls, they make the rockin world go round!
Where has all the chaos gone?
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I CAN SEE FOUR MULES, AND MULES
I CAN SEE FOUR MULES, AND MULES
I CAN SEE FOUR MULES, AND MULES, AND MULES, AND MULES, AND MULES.
Or it may just be the one mule and I've got a kaleidoscope stuck in each eye socket *AGAIN*.
This is the best thread ever.
I CAN SEE FOUR MULES, AND MULES
I CAN SEE FOUR MULES, AND MULES
I CAN SEE FOUR MULES, AND MULES, AND MULES, AND MULES, AND MULES.Or it may just be the one mule and I've got a kaleidoscope stuck in each eye socket *AGAIN*.
WTF! Was I censored?!
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My friends, it has often been said that I like chaos. Friends, I like chaos. No, friends, I love chaos!
I love catastrophes. I love cataclysms. I love panicked hordes. I love unrest, upset, I love mayhem, confusion, and riots.
Chaos across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of chaos that can occur upon this earth.
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with planar undulations that warp-spasm across the lines of civilization. My heart leaps with joy whenever a wanderer is tossed high into the air and reshaped into something unnatural by the whims of the Maelstrom, and there is nothing like a warpwave seizing control of previously-thought inviolate form. And the feeling that comes when a traveler runs screaming from his companions' mutations only to be swallowed up in his own bubbling insanity, is such an exquisite feeling.
Like when ranks of inevitable forces crumble underneath the rusting breath of their enemy's waves. It moves me deep within my heart to watch young voidworms erupting over and over out of the bloated chest of a long-dead enemy.
The sight of planeswalkers being hung up on a suddenly-manifesting endless cliff is an irresistible pleasure. And there is nothing more arousing, than the sounds made by keketar choirs singing to the skies, screaming in agony/joy/bliss/insanity/ecstasy as they're elevated by ear piercing shrieks!
When a band of pitiful roamers makes their final stands with nothing but melting arms, only to have their bodies smashed to atoms inch by inch by the touch of an imentesh, I'm in ecstasy.
I love it when forces are ravaged by slaadi hordes. It's so exquisite to see towns and villages that were supposed to be defended at all costs, being laid to waste, their women and children being egged, and killed. I love to be shunted from plane to plane under the hand of planar whim. The humiliation, as men crawl around like vermin, slaad eggs gently pulsing in their bellies.
Proteans and Gentleslaadi, all I ask for is chaos. Chaos so grand as to make Hell itself tremble. I ask you as fellow brothers in entropy, what is it you really want? Do you wish for further chaos as I do? Do you wish for madness, rending, rebirthing? Chaos whose fury is built with song, and shade, and lunacy? Do you ask for chaos to sweep in like a tempest, leaving not even ravens in their natural, unmolested form this Earth?!
Very well. Then chaos is what you shall have. We are a withering host, ready to strike down all who oppose us and see them remade in our image. But, after enduring over half a century wallowing in the chains of order, for us, a simple, "ordinary" chaos will no longer be sufficient. We need a massive chaos! Chaos beyond any other that mortal history has ever known! We are but a single swarm, the remnants of a defeated army numbering less than a thousand strong. However, I believe that each of you old lunatics is worth a thousand of their sickly unmutable children! We represent a force that could easily defeat an army of a million and one men!
It is time for them to awake, the ones who sent us screaming out of oblivion, and who now lie sleeping. Let's drag them out of bed by the hair, and remind them of what we are! We will remind them of what it feels like to live in madness. We will remind them of the sound our tentacles make against their throats.
We will remind them, that there are more things between Heaven and Hell than are dreamt of in their philosophy.
I have brought you all back just as I promised I would. Back to our favorite battlefield. Back to our beloved chaos!
Friends, let's bring them Chaos.
This is the best thread ever.
You have yet to substantiate that claim.
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This is the best thread ever.You have yet to substantiate that claim.
Substantiation is for the lawful.
Substantiation is for the lawful.This is the best thread ever.You have yet to substantiate that claim.
Would you say this applies as a... rule?
Sub..,stant..,i..,ate..? I don't know the meaning of the word.
I prefer crispy bacon too.
I prefer crispy bacon too.
He was great in that one movie, Charlie's Things.
Sub..,stant..,i..,ate..? I don't know the meaning of the word.
I think it has something to do with crackers.
Would you say this applies as a... rule?Substantiation is for the lawful.This is the best thread ever.You have yet to substantiate that claim.
Sometimes the best way to be chaotic is to be lawful when people least expect it.
Mmmmm......pizza.
Mmmmm......pizza.
Yeeessss.
Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.
I thought that the Maelstrom was a bushy moustache...
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Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.
Your list of no rules suspiciously sounds alot like a bunch of rules. {squints eyes}
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Alot not sure why am being here.
Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.Your list of no rules suspiciously sounds alot like a bunch of rules. {squints eyes}
And no consistency!
And no consistency!Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.Your list of no rules suspiciously sounds alot like a bunch of rules. {squints eyes}
No consistency is too absolute. How about the consistency of rice pudding instead?
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No consistency is too absolute. How about the consistency of rice pudding instead?And no consistency!Here in the Maelstrom there are no rules: no government, no baby sitters, no bedtimes, no frowny faces, no bushy mustaches and no negativity of any kind.Your list of no rules suspiciously sounds alot like a bunch of rules. {squints eyes}
Dammit, now I'm hungry.
Rice, rice, rice
Rice, rice pudding
Pudding pudding pudding
Pudding pudding pudenda.
Pudenda pudenda pudenda
Cottage cheese on fire.
Mmmmm.....pistachio.
Rice, rice, rice
Rice, rice spam,
spam spam spam
spam spam spam.
spam spam spam
Cottage cheese on spam.
SPAMMITY SPAM! Spammity spam!
{bites a møøse's sister}
My last girlfriend was a møøse bite's sister.
I hear møøse bites can be pretty nasty.
Mmmmm....strap tightening!
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You guys are a bunch of modrons
Them's fighting words.
*grabs the words out of the air, throws them in a tiny LEGO arena, sells tickets*
SPAMMITY SPAM! Spammity spam!Rice, rice, rice
Rice, rice spam,
spam spam spam
spam spam spam.
spam spam spam
Cottage cheese on spam.
Lima bean and Sasquatch Casserole!
How did you get the sasquatch in the casserole?
P.S. Spelling doez not argree with mee in dee mourning.