How did you know my secret passion for Goblins?
The next poster's favourite food is something really disgusting.
Not as bad as some, but worse than most.
The next poster once ate what they found under the theater seats.
Nothing wrong with eating mice, and he was very juicy.
Next poster sat next to me during that movie.
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Oh, you mean Spy vs. Spy....but they aren't what I would call friends, or super heroes...but whatever.
The next poster would have been a spy except they were kept out of the training program.
Uhhhh... yeah, been a while since I flipped out THAT much on the toilet. Porcelain everywhere... but hey, I got a gold kitten out of it.
The next poster can have the kitten though. It's hungry.
It's all an elaborate scam not to pay my rent actually...
Don't come near my bags of gold: they're miiiiiine !!!
The next poster thinks Jack Bauer is a pussy.
Jack Bauer? I thought the pussy was named Sputnik.
The next poster needs to do some dangerous laundry.
I remember it well.. Madonna's "Live to Tell," single went #1 and i got to see her in concert...she looked me and our eyes met and I JUST DIED! Right then and there!
(Not really)
The next poster is in love with a different mega pop star.
Former, more rock than pop, but awesome anyways. Robert Plant. (lead singer of Led Zeppelin)
Next poster thinks the Star Wars prequels were better than the first movies.
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Star Trek's Prequels were most certainly better, especially with Chris Pine and Zachery Quinto. Be still my beating heart...
The next poster is bankrolling the prequel to Buckaroo Banzai. Which dimension will he choose with his oscillation overthruster?
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Yeah, that's why I am wanted to be in every single birthday party.
The next poster had touched my confetti without knowing where it came from >:D
Thats what THEY want you to think.
The next poster operates a black helicopter for some unusual purpose.
I take the fifth.
The next poster likes to paint the town red.
I am unable to stand up. (That's what happens when you don't drink alcohol at all D:)
The next poster has to help me after all that beer.
First as a move action go 12 steps, then as a standard action take a coin.
The next poster wrote an unusual and unpopular book about beer.
Fifty Dollar's and we can party all night, you'll like my 'junk' big time.
The next poster is a repeat offender.
*steps on MythrilDragon's toes again* Sorry.
The next poster will tell us what happened to Dale Cooper at the end.
"What happened to Dale Cooper at the end... you cannot know without entering the Black Lodge yourself."
[in a soft voice]
"How much do you want to know, Sissyl ?"
The next poster likes baby seals.
Even though they have very few wishes and never get tired no one seems to respect them. Why don't we get them real jobs and pay them in brains? Their are lots of people out there who aren't using theirs.
Next poster wouldn't mind giving his brain to a zombie.
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Yeah, only sedatives and painkillers cost money. Sorry old chap, you volunteered.
Next poster will oblige with the brain-eating. Seven courses, no less!
"Plaid Shirt" *Wil Wheton is now wearing a plaid shirt*
The next poster got lost in a paper bag once.
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Dr Freud would have much to speculate regarding Mr.Roger's fascination with hand puppets, trolleys and tunnels, the opening scene of singing while playing with shoes. And who receives so many special speedy and deliveries from a very personable mailman? Things that make you go Hhmmmmmmmm.
The next poster insists that getting a cat in the bag is easier than packing a can full of worms.
At least it is easy to catch a cat sleeping... but if not... catnip!!
The next poster sneezes very tiny cat-like plushies :3
Never mind them, they are just little dormant minions awaiting my signal to rise up and conquer the world. I fart dust bunnies too.
The next poster is afraid of dust bunnies, but not weeping angles.
The point of this game is to state something about the person who will post after you. That person will comment on the remark and then post something about the next poster.
Example:
Poster 1:
"The next poster has a strong dislike of kittens."
Poster 2:
"Yeah, they tend to get stuck in my teeth.
The next poster thinks everyone should wear a fanny-pack."
Poster 3:
(and so on)
The point of this game is to state something about the person who will post after you. That person will comment on the remark and then post something about the next poster. Then the poster will assign between 1-100 points about the previous posters comment. Higher points should be awarded for creativity, LOL's, and consistency with the topic it was following. Posters will be responsible for keeping track of their own points. At the end of the game the poster with the most points will have the satisfaction of having the most points, since they actually don't mean anything.
Example:
Poster 1:
"The next poster has a strong dislike of kittens."
Poster 2:
"Yeah, they tend to get stuck in my teeth.
The next poster thinks everyone should wear a fanny-pack."
Poster 1 gets 5 points
Poster 3:
....and roller skates
The next poster wants to own an anti gravity roller dome.
Poster 2 gets 30 points
Poster 4:
It gives a whole new meaning to Dancing on the Celiling.
The next poster.....(and so on)
Poster 3 gets 12 points
So here we go...
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New rules complicate everything.
The next poster is a shrewd negotiator, as long as she/he gets POINTS
lucky7 gets 17 points
I could accept these new rules, but I would only consider it if I got a trillion points. The economy being what it is.
The next poster feels very strongly about the new rules!
Bird has got to eat.
Next poster misses the points.
It's all about the POINTS
The next poster will play by the rules too.
Little Skylark gets 42 points