The Master, Moriarty (old school version), Boggs from Shawshank Redemption, T-1000, Destro, Venger, Javert (not terrible at singing version), Zombie Joffrey Baratheon, Maximillian (from The Black Hole), Ming the Merciless, Batroc the Leaper, Sneezy (of the seven dwarfs), Bill from Accounting, and Morbo. We're an avant garde dance troupe!
The next poster once killed a man with his own shoes.
Yes I did, but getting the shoes off him while he was conscience was the real challenge.
The next poster has had a lifelong dream of riding an armadillo.
It was pretty XXX rated stuff.
The next poster has arranged a date for GoatToucher & a satyr
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Yes I do, in fact
let's practice necromancy
rekindle the flame
The next poster can
use sugar-topped brioche as
implements of war.
Armenians are known for diabetes and celiac-related gluten intolerance.
The next poster once knew a man from Nantucket.
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I knew him before he was cool, but now he has changed. Apparently wikipedia says he has quite the wife and some other issues with body parts -- he used to just drink snapple and play pool.
The next poster only writes backwards, it's the strangest thing. Everything he ever typed was written backwards.
Eh? Goblins are talented at destruction!
*molotov cocktails, shanks and dead dogs*
Next poster attempts dog-napping Draight's animal slave.
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Well thought out - dinobard. My days of keeping monster girls has come to an end, I found they we far too needy. My rule, however, is far from over.
The next poster is the result of a one night stand I had with one of the 15 beautiful monster girls. The next poster did not know this truth until now, sorry next poster.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose. How you got it together with a beholder is something I don't particularly want to think about - how that joyous event resulted in *me* is another matter altogether.
The next poster dares to try and explain the phenomenon
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Well, you see Pulg, Draight (your father) was renowned for his good looks and exceptional talents. Wherever he went, women would flock to be with him and one of those was your mother (an all powerful beholder that was so impressed with your father, that it was impossible for her to NOT fall in love). Draight eventually gave in to temptation and married her plus 14 other women and... Let's just say that he left his mark. ;-)
The next poster is one of Pulg's half siblings.
It is true. I stop just below the navel.
The next poster served as a guard eunuch for Draight's monster girl harem.
Actually, I was the one who ensured every guard was a eunuch.
The next poster took a long walk on a short pier.
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Only MY monster girl harem can call me that! Although it wasn't like a had a choice in the matter, it was either gloffy (because they say I'm sticky sweet like toffee) or filler (not that they would tell me why).
The next poster is a run-by fruity, taking particular joy in throwing limes at the heads of James Bond actors when they have their backs turned.
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*Spits out a few big yellow feathers*
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First off, big mean slime man, it's pronounced gl-uhhhfff-eee, and for your information snap snap snap i ain't too gloffy, momma says I'm gloffy enough turns head mmmmhmmmm.
The next poster is not gluffy enough if you ask me.
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The next poster practices a dualistic religion in which the two gods in question are Tim Curry and Christopher Lloyd.
This is somewhat true, but I would like to clarify. The two gods I serve are Tim curry and Christopher Lloyds BBQ Sauce. Have you tried them together? Whamo!
The next poster wants to share with us a Whitney Houston song they have been practicing.
Indeed, i do have the clearancy codes for the device. It just needs a lick of polishing before i use it.
The next poster is old enough to know what a walkman was.
Yesh, some bloody newfangled thingamajig that made my hearing apparatus whine even back then.
The next poster will now get the hell orf my lawn!!!
Yahahahaha!! Red-thing's idea sound fun, Poog help lots!
Next poster is first to have taste of Really old Gamer burger.
Never had any muscles anyways, I tell you. My hearing apparatus, my rollator, my catheter, my new hips, a pound of pills for breakfast and a bloody heap of skin is all I need. Hmph.
So, clown, you wanna hear a story?
Lemme tell you guys about the young Charley Kneeg. He was a cattle rustler, see, and loved pears. So anyway there was this lady with real long legs. I think she lived in Philly. One day, they wanted to build a whatsit there. A... you know. Yeah. But the sewers were backing up from a storm. Back then they had proper names for storms. However... uhhh... where was I?
The next poster knows where I was.
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"The really old gamer was just telling us a wonderful 'back in the day' story with fragmented memories about obsolete things. It was a really charming experience if you managed to tune him out and catch a view of the fine young lady that was seated behind him... shoot -- I meant to go talk to her," to the old man "sorry old man, you'll have to tell me more about this in a different post".
Goes and speaks to the lady. She throws some water in his face, slaps him and then gives him a big ole smooch
The next poster overheard the entire conversation between the fine young lady and me.
Talking was something about low cut chest and an addictive drug smeared on his lips.
Too bad she haz poison lipshtick and he died.
Next poster speak with cocky british accent
I most certainly will not! I've never heard of anything so disgusting in all my born da-
Oh - fetch. Without an 'l'. Good. Ahem. {Brightly} Righto, old chap! Milk? Sugar?
The next person needs bromide in their tea (it keeps down the Urges)
Just like mom used to make!
The next poster is Kuckoo for Catoblepas!
I simply slice your head off with a guilliotine.
The next poster has worked as car mechanic on the pope-mobile.
Well, it was either the Pope-mobile or the Batmobile! Batman could hurt me if I got something wrong. The Pope is too old, decrepit and forgiving...
The next poster likes to wear coconut bras and grass skirts.
I'm not too old, decrepit and forgiving for that - besides, the Church must move with the times.
The next poster has been sent to bring the Good News to Belkzen.
Great News! When you but one +1 short sword you get a coupon for a Sunsword! (redeemable the second Tuesday of any week)
The next poster tried to redeem the coupon.
The secrets the monitorstation on the 2nd floor held were awe inspiring.
The next poster went to a Star Trek Con dressed as Darth Maul
What can I say? I'm a rebel.
The next poster tangled all the slinkies so no one could have any more fun.