*revs up her gatling under strobe lights, then keeps firing into the many-eyed bulk of the black beast of Aaaaaaaargh* Yeah! Ni!t gonNi! have time to die from the aNi!mator's heart attack, are you Ni!w???
The Ni!xt poster Ni!ds to figure out a way to find... A Shrubbery!
you musNi!t find the Ni! castle of bloNi!ds and burrnNi!tts betweNi! the ages Ni! of 14 and Ni! 19.
We Ni!d to follow the grail shaped beacoNi! ANi!d maybe slaughter a weddiNi!g party first!
The Ni!xt poster must deal with bad, wicked, evil old Zoot. She must be puNi!shed for lightiNi!g the grail-shaped beacoNi!
Both she and Ni! I enjoyed the spanking. Ni!
The fey of the forest have seeNi! the error of their ways, but they lack the power to undo it. The Ni!xt poster will help the fey disenchant this +5 Cursed AdamantNi! HerriNi!ng!
we Ni!quire the help Ni! of the man who Ni! can summon flame Ni! without flNi!nt or tindNi!r.
Next poster Ni!ll tell Ni! me his Ni!me.
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Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!Ni!BATMAN!!! saves us all!
The next poster sometimes forgets parts of what they're going to say, and so substitutes the phrase "kills people" and appropriate grammatical variations thereupon for whatever they've forgotten (i.e. "I love my dog - he...kills people!", "I just downloaded a new Mac app for...killing people!", etc.).
Whether nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
than to take up arms against a sea of troubles
and... ummm... kill people.
The next poster, for shame, will remember how to properly deal with knights who say Ni! and tell us how to do it.
Yay, lucky7. Good thing you helped out at the Winter Concert. To be honest, all you have to do is say "it", the knights who say Ni! don't like that, so I guess you did.
The next poster figures there's a perfect job out there.
After you found them a shrubbery they're not truly the who say Ni any more. You could also say the word It to them until sir Robin arrives and galop away on your coconut horses.
Next poster used to be Knight until something went terribly wrong, and will tell us what that was.
well, some call him "Tim". enough said
next poster will chop down this tree with a herring.
[Slap !] [slap !] [slap !]
Hu... ! [puff, puff] [clears his throat]
I like the sound of slapped herrings on a trunk's tree in the morning !
The next poster is a secret admirer of My Little Pony.
The program you're about to see is true, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. For example, 'Ron Howard' is now 'Sylvia Whisp'.
How this will help me take over the world? I'm not sure.
The next poster will tell me how.
Simple:
Inundate the world with trash TV and mind numbing movies, consequently despairing humanity. When the will of the decent men and women of this earth is broken, proclame yourself savior of all that is decent.
Undeath will be the new chic !
Wait: undeath is the new chic(k) !
You've won !
But you must change your name: that "Fueldrop" nonsense will not do.
You shall be known henceforth as "Gothik Emo Alexander of the Twilight Church of Nancies" !
The next poster will be garrulous (too).
Where do I start, there is just so much to say and I am not sure exactly where to begin and while I think your suggestion to take over the world through TV is admirable, I am not sure Pinky and the Brain will be able to pull it off and while we are at it undeath is not a chick, its a full gown rooster that comes to early in the morning and while Fueldrop may not be a terror inspiring moniker, Gothik Emo Alexander of the Twilight Church of Nancies will not do because its acronym is GEAOTTCON which is impossible to say and it mentions Twilight.
*BREATH*
The next poster has a better suggestion for a new name for Fueldrop and they will share it with the forum boards because the want to one up Quiche Lisp and show that they can make their point in less than one hundread words because sometimes less is more but not always even on the message boards where lots of gamers and fans and RPG Superstars gather each day to discus the RPG's they love and participate in silly forum games.
Holy Hand grenades.
Thenextposterwillgivemesomespaceplease.
I really need fishes to decorate my headspikes.
The next poster sees the consequences of widespread fish rustling.
Err. It wasn't me ! I don't even like fish !
"What's that in my hand", you say ?
Why... it's a fish tail ! How did it get there ?
A... a ninja must have put it in my hand while I was taking a little nap digesting all that bacon I had for breakfast...
Anyway... take the tail ! I give it back to you ! I mean...
The next poster is a hero of justice.
ZS is real disease. My sperm has two flaggella. Look it up.
The next poster uses an unusual breath mint.
You know how the Holy Cross is to Christians ?
Well, the kumquat is like that for us, orientalish gnomes.
So, when the nation of Fumblehumph tried to cut its kumquat supply to us, I had no choice but to muster the XIV Shorty Legion of Gnomebandasur to raid their coasts.
Many perished under our curved blades ! We strangled innumerable foes with our gnarled little hands ! It was glorious !
Also, it almost caused Gnomarmageddon. But... kumquats !
The next poster likes to dance !
I love to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. Do you?
The next poster has an idea for how to solve the problem of world peace.
I do indeed, but my plan for large-scale negative-energy bombardment of the world followed by all its inhabitants being raised as mindless zombies under my control got torpedoed by the UN's red-tape. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a permit for that?
The next poster does.
I wish to taste the best turnip in the world !
I wish to behold the most beautiful turnip salad in the universe, with a ice dressing of balsamic vinegar and olive oil.
... I wish I didn't have to waste my wishes on turnip !
The next poster will do unto others what's been done unto him/her/it.
Nothing to see here. Lookit the funny disembodied dragon head!!!
The next poster just found the rest of lucky7.
I should, since I bought almost all the tickets.
The next poster bought the rest.
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I already have. Bit of a rushed job, botched it a few times but I kept track of the mistakes with a map.
The next poster knows where I misplaced it.
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Oh look, it's Waldo. Oh, I bet he'd wished he'd hidden that map somewhere else.
The next poster can navigate and read the map for us.
Just because I can doesn't mean I will.
The next poster is having trouble refolding the map to put it away.
I got it covered... You just... Ummm... Oh yes, you follow this... No. What's wrong with this stupid map, someone never heard of folding maps starting with midway across? Gaaaah! I HATE this stupid thing!
The next poster has a solution to the problem that will create more problems than it solves.
we burn the map, and put the ashes into a neat pile.
next poster will invent an item that can turn ashes back into whatever they came from.
It's called an "outcinerator" and is also very useful for starting cheff's.
Next poster will use the map and the outcinerator for a devious plot. (And will tell us what that plot is.)
You see, first you outcinerate the map, then you make a copy of it, and FOLD IT PROPERLY, ya know???
That was phase 1. Phase 3 is profit. The next poster will tell us step 2.
Well, he was. Unfortunately we'll never get to see his post, as he's a ninja and thus cannot be seen.
The next poster has been arrested on a charge of 'sober and orderly'.