Yeah, you're game, mate ! Food for the frenzied vaguely arabian gnome !
The next poster is kind.
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"As a matter of fact, we're two of a kind!"
"But what kind of kind?"
"'Kind of a jerk!'"
"D'OH-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO!!!"
"The next poster spontaneously changes ethnicity every couple of months."
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One of the benefits of reflective mithril scales, hang out with the Reds at the Fire it Up Mountian Jamborie and I'm all RED. At the Swampaloza...all BLACK baby. Next month I am headed to HIgh Tea with the GOLD's and I am sure I will fit right in.
The next poster wishes they could hang out at cool Dragon Parties.
Yeah, I wish [sighs loudly]. But for me it's all about hobbits, kobolds, leprechauns... and my fellow gnomes.
I can't dance with Big People. And I can't even dance with drakes, with all their wings and claws, it's very confusing !
Life's tough when you're a diminutive sham-orientalish sand-dwelling gnome. But I will have my revenge !
The next poster has a big revelation to make.
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I'm not really a dragon, it's just my forum Avatar....there I said it.
The next poster believes everything on the internet is true including.....
Sharks have two !@#$@. It's true!
The next poster fell down the laundry chute.
Not really fell, more like thrown.. Should have changed my clothes sooner.
Next poster wants to own the moon.
Otherwise all I have is Wales!
The next poster jumped the gun.
That was easy, for my next trick I am going to jump sharks on a motorcycle... that's never been done before.
The next poster wishes they were as cool as the Fonz.
I wish MY father had given me less advice!
The next poster learned a lesson about teamwork.
"It's good to have people who like you, and will do anything for you..."
"...but what's even better is having people who hate you, but can't do anything about you!"
"D'OH-HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"The next poster...""...started their own religion...""...founded on the teachings of...""...various cult classics from the 1980s!"
well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
The next poster has no survival instinct.
*Walks through the jungle, strolling peacefully* "Zip a dee doo dah, zip a dee ay..."
The next poster had wings transplanted onto their rear end, and can't fly without looking dumb.
Let that be a lesson to us all: never get wings transplant while drunk!
The next poster doesn't heed my advice.
I'll get utterly wasted on that dwarven ale !
I need to build up courage to grab that feathered contraption that the good fey merchant sold to me and then launch myself from the heights of the Audacity Chasm !
I'll be the first naturally flying gnome ! With a fez on my head too, for that added faux orientalish look !
Here I go ! Juuuuuuump ! Aieeeeeee !!!! [screams rapidly decreasing in intensity as our hero plummets to his doom]
The next poster is a rebel without a cause.
It's not my fault that all the causes sold out to capitalist corporations!
The next poster has just been rebuilt faster, stronger, better.
I was an humanoid (gnome), and now I'm an humanoid (giant).
I changed subtype so that I could grow up !
But I kept my fez. It's in my contract, as an eastern prop.
The next poster is an unapologetic alpha male.
WHATS IT TO YA!
The next poster is an apologetic submissive gender nonspecific entity.
@#$!%%#@!#$@!#%^$@%!
!$#!$@$!$%^@#$!$#$%!#@^%#@$!%^$@%^#$
That's what she said, OH!
The next posters knows exactly what she said.
"Lucky7 is SO cute!!!"
The next poster is writing some fan fiction.
'...and then Wonder Woman said "Lucky7 is SO cute!!!"'
The next poster advises us to beware the superman.
Superman vs. Supermarket...
the next poster is suffering from eye-bloodis
Which makes the eyse glow red as opposed to Haemolacria which makes someone cry bloody tears like lucky7.
The next poster has a disease so fantastically rare, it hasn't been given a name yet.
I'm thinking of calling it Haemolacria
The next poster got an offer to work with Paizo, but refused because...
the postman had delivered it to the wrong person. Well, unless my name is 'Ms Anne Rice' and no-one ever told me.
The next poster sheds light into dark places.
I have night vision, so it's not necessary...
the next poster has created the next big thing.
Indeed. It's a 400 foot statue of Lucky7, and will soon double as a tourist attraction and Bar-and-grill.
The next poster is an unstoppable death machine, and a pacifist.
*beepBEEPBEEPboopboopbippityboppitywhistlewhistleWHISTLEWHISTLE!!!*
*beepbeepwhistlewhistleV-V-V-VVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..........*
Stop smiling at me!!!
The next poster is multitasking, with ill results.
Well I was chopping vegtables while watching the kids, that didn't go well, but now I'm cleaning and ordering take-out. I hope I don't end up ordering cleaning, it's hard not to get things mixed up.
Next poster gets what I'm feeling right now.
I, too, feel as though I speak a different language from those around me, and am frustrated by how one-sided it all is.
The next poster has a solid gold butt.
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I sat down and I can't get up.
The next poster is abusing their power.
Yes I am. but lets face it, the power of GM is there to be abused, right?
The next poster is head of a players rights union.
"We are entitled to Monty Haul!!!"
The next poster is going to return to Saturn... for REVENGE!
They told me I'd like Earth - THEY LIED! And unlike on Earth, we Saturnites don't like liars....
The next poster visited Venus and saw something they wish they hadn't....
...And now I'm drinking to forget. Don't ask. Trust me, don't.
The next poster is worried about how much I'm drinking.
FuelDrop, old f(r)iend, are you not drinking a little bit... much... too much ? I mean, it's my jugular your fangs are sunk into !
It's a bit... embarrassing: it's my only jugular... I mean... [fades to black]
The next poster is a little bit shy.
!^@#$%$@!^%#!%@!@!#$
!@!^#@!#@!$$%!#@%!!#$@!#$@!#$@$#.
I think so, but where are we going to find a gorilla in a pink tutu?
The next poster takes advice from a lab mouse and wants to share it with us.
**SQUEAK!**
The next post once volunteered for tests in one of "Those" labs.
I ended up having to think with portals.
The next poster owns a radio station with an embarrassing acronym.
"You are getting KNCR from your radio, and we are SPREADING!"
The next poster, a true do-gooder among do-gooders, goes around doing for evangelical faith healers what evangelical faith healers do for ordinary folks: healing them of their delusions by punching them in the face!
FUELDROP PUNCH!!!
The next poster just took a FUELDROP PUNCH! to the face, and is not happy about it.
Fwa-BAM!!! Reincarnate THAT!!!
The next poster lives in a world where humanoid marshmallows rule the world.
Luckily, we've called a crack team of resistance fighters.
The next poster doesn't need a bigger boat - ith IS a bigger boat!
It is less a bigger boat and more a fleet ship of an intergalactic wrecking crew.
The next poster forgot their towel.
Nothing worse than wet cat hair.
The next poster needs a full body shave.
I'm almost as bad a Pulg. ALMOST.
The next poster owns the internet. "But no one owns the internet?" "Let's keep them thinking that, eh?"
Yup. I've had all the tubes installed under my back garden. No, you can't come over and see it.
The next poster is a village idiot, but no fool.
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