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"...Heh heh, it's the middle ages, no one ca tap oil yet!"
I hereby find the defendant...GUIIIIILLLTYYYYY!!! I hereby sentence him to go try to tap oil in the state of California (postal code CA), where halfway-decent environmental regulations and a forward-thinking populace with bitter memories of briefly having awesome electric cars and then having them taken away even though nothing was wrong with them will ruin. His. Day.
The next poster has selected a personal pantheon of between 4-6 favorite gods, each one a selection which may sound strange but for which the next poster has excellent justification.
crap, I really haven't played enough pathfinder to know 4-6 gods...
whatever.
the next poster is going to complete IHIYC's request
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NORTH: this god with a magnetic personality keeps me on the right path.
WRANGLER: this toughskin god is a bit husky, but keeps me clothed and ready for work.
APPLE: this iGod keeps me connected to the mystical interwebs so that I may know the Truth, because everything printed in that holy place is true. It's true I read it in a forum post.
I'M HIDING IN YOUR CLOSET: because every pantheon needs a little chaos.
The next poster loves three of these choices but will condemn me a heretic for other.
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Nay say you o' fiend of little luck. We the dragons will rise up as the only true devoted of I'm Hiding In Your Closet. We shall smite all of your petty false worshipers you Luck ones who dare to claim the great forum poster as your own true path. Be ware of dragons hiding in your closets for we will not rest until........Oh Shinny
The next poster has THE distraction that can prevent the Whose Closet I'm Hiding in Your Closest is Hiding In War.
that is so general that I can't respond. so I will go to my last resort.
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!
the next poster will attempt to restart the IHIYC war.
It was either that or go window to window selling windows. I get less black eyes from startled clients in various states of undress this way.
The next poster believes that new is ALWAYS better.
Yes I do. Just don't ask where I get all the inappropriate doodles to hide...
The next poster has invented HYPERTIME, and plans to use it to take over multiple worlds.
Do not doubt that all instances of Herbo are indeed the same being, despite my many glaring plot holes! For I dwell in Hypertime and so do I and me and I and also me!
The next poster does not believe in capital letters, spaces nor punctuation.
Will Smith.
The next poster wants to drive a cab with a license plate the says FRESH and dice hanging form the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought nah forget it. Yo homes to Bel Aire! ...and also the meter has been running since last Friday so you owe me $12,530
The next poster does in fact believe that the hokey pokey is what it is all about, and are going to be publishing their religion's holy text via Kickstarter with unique backer tiers.
All who bow at the feet of I'm Hiding in Your Closet must be practitioners of the Hokey Pokey. It is chaos at it's best, you're in then you're out then you're all about! This sacred choreography must be preserved in the written form or else it will be lost forever like the Electric Slide. $10 backers will be called Roller Skaters and receive a copy of the Holy Text as well as a free pass on night pass to Mythral's Roller-rama. $50 backers will get the Holy Text and a month long pass to the hippest skate dome around. For $100 you will get a year long member's pass to the roller dome and your copy of the Holy Text will come with a step by step DVD with music performed by the "Original Artists" As an added bonus if we get 5000 backers of any amount I'm Hiding in Your Closet will make a person appearance in your closet with "The Original Artists" to sing you an original lullaby.
The next poster is the founding member of the "Original Artists" but was kicked out for being unoriginal and has started a new unoriginal project.
I don't need to cede my point, you have already made it for me! Now put your whole self in and shake it all about!
The next poster suffers from some bizarre aliment when every they here the hokey pokey.
I suffer from s$@~ty-song-and-dance-induced-mass-murder.
The next poster was permanently scarred by the last time I did the Hokey Pokey.
So these two guys want to move to California and start a tour bus service so they pool their money together and buy the only bus in town for sale. It had belonged to a pre-school and had Sesame Street Characters painted on the sides. They figured they could paint in in California so they start driving. Along the way they see up ahead to gorgeous curvy girls hitch hiking so they stop to pick them up. When they open the door they realize the girls have large curves and before they can pull away the heavy girls hop on the bus proving the shocks do indeed work. The first girl says, "Hi my name is Patty and this is my sister Patty." The girls move to the back of the bus as they drive away. Ahead they see another hitch hiker and think why not, so they pull up and let him on. He has a big blaster radio on his shoulder and as he boards he says, " I am special Ross and I do special things for special people." He gives each of the bus owners $100 and moves the the back cranking up the tunes. The party is rocking the bus as they drive along and see an third hitch hiker up ahead and decide to stop and pick him up too. This guy is foul and dirty looking, and before they can slam the door shut he climbs on board followed by a stinky green cloud of dandruff and spores. He wipes snot on his sleeve as he says in a nasally voice, "I am Leonard Sneeze." He then sits right down behind the drivers of the bus, kicks of his shoes and starts to pick at several gross bunions on the bottom of his smelly feet. The cloud of filth is thick and the bus divers open the windows and start driving as fast as the little bus can go in attempt to blow the cloud back and out of their eyes. The attempt fails and BANG, the bus hits a little old lady pushing a grocery cart of cans across the highway. Luckly the little old woman was spry and dodged out of the way of the bus unharmed, though her cans were scattered about the road and her cart was destroyed. The police arrive and the officer, needing to file his report, asks the drivers, "What you got here?"
They reply, "We got two all beef Patties, Special Ross, Leonard Sneeze picking his bunions on a Sesame Street bus." Think McDonalds and you'll get it
The next poster is hungry for something unusual.
All evidence points to suicide...
Next poster dug a hole for him self and is using it in a very creative way.
I think you have me confused for Paris Hilton.
The next poster tried to sell ice to eskimos.
It is better ice, it is pretty and has WiFi. Btw it Worked! I'm rich!
The Next poster has a great idea what I could do with my earnings.
MYTHRAL RANGER GO! KI YA! DRAGON BREATH POWER ACTIVATE! WHY AM I SHOUTING?
The next poster is a new type of Smurf.
I suppose you could call me that.
But I have a much sunnier disposition about me than... those little blue guys.
F!~% them, I say ! We new mutants are going to inherit the earth !
The next poster has something important to say about bears.
You caught me, I thought about getting a red jumpsuit and fighting crime but that seems a bit "been there done that" to me.
The next poster has a better suggestion on how to use my spidy powers.
I call it Table Side Improvisational Theater with Geometrical Random Determination Devices. Or TSITGRDD for short....I think it will catch on.
The next poster thing roleplaying games are going out of style and will be replaced with something else...
We've been doing the Time Warp way to long and want to learn how to do the Dougie.
The next poster once was a famous dance instructor but had to give it up.
Trust me you don't want to know what they mean "by the crack of dawn", plumbers don't have a thing on Time.
The next poster plays a plumber on TV.
Deviled Troglodyte Eggs from Easter 2012...I think the've turned.
The next poster makes a strong argument for cannibalism.
Dragons just want to be loved.
The next poster is in love with something bizarre.