Raising the SAN-sapping quality of your average Schlager concert from merely nightmarish to 'Mr Shub-Niggurath? The therapist will see you now' is quite an achievement.
The next poster would like to sing us some Mythos-themed Euro-Disco.
I would, but the gods forbid it.
The next poster didn't listen to the warning and will sing us some Mythos-themed Euro Disco anyway despite the fact they are being punished.
I just hope this will be worth it. Set to this.
Deep Ones, Elder Gods, and monstrous apparitions which we cannot name, it's time ... to disco.
Shake your tentacles! Shake your tentacles! (Yeah!) [x2]
Elder sigils and shoggoths, you know you have to (incomprehensible eldritch chanting).
You know it's time to (unknowable arcane intonations).
just--
Shake your tentacles! Shake your tentacles! (Yeah!) [x2]
just--
Shake your tentacles! Shake your tentacles! (Yeah!) [x2]
(words in a language that would drive sane mortals mad).
Filth, slime, accrued grime!
Celebrate for (chorus of damned screams backdropped by the drone of death in eternal oceans).
Filth, slime, accrued grime!
Elder sigils everywhere! Shoggoths, you've got to (sobbing to the tune of the song of the Old Ones).
Shake your tentacles! Shake your tentacles! (Yeah!) [x2]
The next poster will see fit to mete out my punishment.
I will Get You now.
*GRAB!*
The next poster thinks they can stop me. They CANNOT.
Not that I want to...sheesh that was bad disco.
The next poster knows disco is dead and is ready to party.
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I'm actually not much good with parties...but I know some people who are!
The next poster had the fish.
Just passing the mackerel everyone. No need to concern yourselves.
Psst. The next poster had bern sanitize their hands.
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Actually, he offered to do it on his own! Senator Sanders washed my hands, Pope Francis washed my feet, and the Dalai Lama washed my hair. It was all a bit strange, but they really are great people (here's a tip for you, though: Never let a monk do your hair - they barely know what it is).
The next poster is asexual - that means they reproduce by fission!
It's no one's business that I spore everywhere.
The next poster folicks with dryads.
What can I say ? They can't get enough of my gnomehood.
The next poster is a good buddy of someone.
[*scratches his head, visibly at a loss*]...
[*then:*]
"Braaah !" [*wildly flails his arms in a random manner while stomping around and rolling his eyes in the back of his head, exposing his belly button in the process*]
"Hrumm..." [*takes a little time to compose himself*]
"The next poster, though not from a mammal coil, is a papal envoy."
Yeah, It used to be Smushel Tiwigwa Uvilijo Tipear Ignowuli David. Deliverd to Pittsburgh looked better on my mail.
The next poster has fun with their mail as well.
I blame Warren Ellis !
The next poster is a fan of the DC Reboot.
Oh yeah, the legislative branch is rocking it....NOT.
The next poster will overthrow a mini-mart for a political cause.
Shoplifters of the world, UNITE!
The next poster has an unnerving obsession with moss.
That's because I'm orphan dillweed.
The next poster will find me a good home.
There's this bridge in the fair city of Frisco.
I reckon it's a nice place to take root in.
I could sell it to you... at a fair price... because that's who I am !
The next poster is not Koko the gorilla... but whishes he/she was !
UGLY FACE BE NO NO NO NO NO OH SHINY PUNCHFACE IF TOUCH
The next poster will solve PI.
By rounding up to the tens place, zero then.
The next poster will suggest a marinade for bison in a crock pot.
Uh.., Mountain Dew?
The next poster will suggest a side-dish or two.
How 'bout a Dinner Roll?
The next poster will suggest the beverage.
A nice Budwiser.
The next poster will tell us the dessert.
Ah! Certainly. The Taklamakan! Where people die of thirst.
The next poster will comment on this, but not about the expected bit.
Dessert with 2 "S" is what you eat after the main meal.
Desert with 1 "S" is the dry arid sandy place.
People are always getting it backwards when they see it in print.
The next poster was lost in the desert once.
Serpentine Pristine International Territory Zookeepers
S.P.I.T.Z.
The next poster wants to join.
But only because I'm coming apart!!! HA HA HA H-
The next poster knows what (thankfully) cut me short
A lightsaber! Heeya!
The Next Poster is a Jedi turned Dark Lord.
I could not resist the temptation of a well-made baked good.
The next poster has 10 seconds remaining.
The Great Flumph knows all and sees all.
The next poster wants to convert.
Hmmmm... 1 lb = 0,454 kg. Got it!
The next poster has a much better suggestion including "the one that didn't".
The suggestion is "You want to hug the one that didn't die."
Which is exactly what the next poster feels like doing.
Mom!
The next poster knows what to do for Mother's Day.
I'd buy the world with coke. I've got a nose for it.
The next poster has a plan to thwart my (or anyone else's) plan for world domination.
Dominate the world first, of course!
The next poster has an unnerving fascination with swimming pools.
Fascination? Do you know how hot it is in the Southwest!? Swimming pools are a god-send, namely me, with all those beautiful buxom nymphs. Without the babes of summer, I could never successfully run my chain of resorts-casinos without them.
The next poster wants a Vodka and OJ mix
Eh? Nordberg? Who's that? I'm getting payed a hefty amount if I do it, you say? Well then, consider me determined!
The next poster can resist everything except one thing.
Wel I keep coming back to post in this silly thread.
The next poster is starting a 12 step program but not the kind we think.
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"What is THIS?" They asked me. "A 2-story building for ants?"
"Why, yes," I replied, "that's exactly what it is. I designed it using special software - Hexapodtopia. It's sort of a cross between 3D Studio Max and SimAnt."
"Jolly good, then! We could use one of those!"
The next poster remembers the better old days when everyone knew who Nordberg was.
Yeah ! I'm fond of those better old days, when silly little fairies fluttered all around and gnomes were KINGS, BABY ! Before the... Umans !
But I've absolutely no clue about who is this Mr Nordberg ? The arch-nemesis of Mrs Southtal, perhaps ?
The next poster will lift the veil of secrecy which currently hides the mysterious (and potentially nefarious) Mr Nordberg !