Yulp...but you can't call me a KneeGro....it's not politically correct.
The next poster has a meat snake for a pet.
Indeed. Would you like to pet him?
The next poster knows the UDS's secret longing.
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I long to once again feel the sweet sweet feel of knee flesh. Darn crystal...
The next poster does karaoke every Friday night, and does it poorly.
I sing Moradin! and I drink for Clandiggon!
The next poster has been asked by a sexy gnome for my number.
Sadly this is true. *sniff* I just want to make little noise, and get down tonight.
The next poster was the shark on the left for Katey Perry's SuperBowl half time show.
You try dancing with these wings stuffed in a shark suit, to say nothing of the god aweful song....
The next poster is a reverse vampire who can only survive in the light and sleeps in a tanning bed.
*Gets to some hardcore CGI editing*
The next poster's favorite character is Johnny Cage
Those well-oiled arms. The way he groans when Kano tears his heart from his chest. Delectable.
The next poster had a flawless victory against the AoZ-K, but couldn't pull off the Fatality.
It was a movie? I thought it was my Wal-Mart indoctrination film.
The next poster actually knows what the old folk singer is talking about.
Ham. Delicious honey-baked ham.
The next poster once at the Perfect Sandwich and will tell us about the experience.
It was very tasty.
It's called a club-sandwich, featuring toasted bread with salad, rosbeef, eggs, tomato, cucumber in a delicious combination. Don't forget the pin in the middle featuring the olive though.
The next poster once ate lobster in a restaurant that wasn't quite 'good'
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It was a Chaotic Neutral restaurant. The lobster was my beverage. I had it with a blue carrot salad, liquid nitrogen on toast, and savory wax paper served in a human skull, with a side of aloof sentiments and non-Euclidian waffle fries. I'd go back.
The next poster is an 11th-level Tome of Magic Truenamer, and will tell us about the shenanigans they get into because of that.
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I better not say too much....no telling what happen.
The next poster is a Truenamer that said too much.
And I'm dead now.
The next poster shall not call ghost busters on me.
But who else am I gonna call? D:
The next poster CAN believe it's not butter.
What it actually is, you won't want to believe.
The next poster keeps a collection of eyeballs in a used jam jar.
All be dog eyes.
Next poster be spawn of lamashtu one-night stand gone wrong.
Well, I am the man I am today because of that night... Memories...
The next poster writes Lamashtu centered fan fiction.
Fifty shades of grey isn't nearly enough to cover it.
The next poster made me a pizza, and it was...
...the carnage was unbelievable... unbelievable... yes... very unbelievable...
The next poster has a suggestion to cover up the crime scene.
Well, a rift straight to the 4th layer will remove it and its occupants to a much warmer...and for me amusing....place.
The next poster knows a daemon paper pusher.
Well yeah, I kinda spent the night at GoatToucher's "Sleepy Goat Ranch" the last thing I remember was being in the hot tub and drinking lots and lots of conyac.
The next poster found a video of what happened and will share with the class what they saw on it.
You actually DIDN'T get molested by GoatToucher, surprisingly, because you breathed fire at him when he made a 'yo momma' remark.
He's been in the infirmary with 3rd degree burns for 2 weeks now.
The next poster, who is not GoatToucher, was his nurse during that time.
I'm guessing AoZK's the one to reply to this?
Having combined a portable hole (hee hee) full of baked beans and a windcaller compass, the answer is, 'Pretty much anywhere, and I can alter its strength and direction up to four times a day'
The next poster is as refreshing as a gentle spring breeze.
In many ways. Having the outer four layers of skin burned off by MD, and what I can only assume was meant to be a sensual massage from AofZ-K, is quite bracing!
The next poster has found a use for my shed skin.
TO SELL IT FOR 51 CENTS! MWAHAHAHAHA!
The next poster is the fool who bought it from me for 1 cent more expensive!
Well I do need a new costume for the furry convention I'm hosting.
The next poster, also at the convention, will tell us everyone's reaction to my "GoatToucher Suit"
Everyone was so aroused that the convention devolved into a Bacchanalia of carnal pleasures and visceral debasement. Convention attendees who were habitually corpulent, unwashed, and unloved experienced the first physical delights of their lives (with another person) and internet trolling and anonymous misogyny and threats were reduced by 13.4% nationwide.
I was there as well, dressed as Sailor Uranus.
The next poster was also in attendance, and blogged about his/her/its experience.
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My 'sado-sences' were tingling, so I knew that I just HAD to be at the convention. And what a spectical! It seems that even though GT isn't part of my faith anymore, my influence still remains! I just find it odd that GT didn't get involved, he bought some novelty merchandise and then went home!
The next poster saw what GT had bought and stole the items.
The fool doesn't know what to do with these electronics.
I'll break them down and repurpose them, into one crafty laser rifle.
*ZAPS GT*
OOOooh! :giggles:
The reason I left, AoZ-K, is that your focus is to centered on banal physical pain and horror. the true artistry comes when you can make them -love- the atrocities you visit upon them, broadening their minds to plumb even darker depths of experience.
Keep watching. You'll learn. One day I will teach you about the Song of Pain.
The next poster likes what he hears, and wants to subscribe to my newsletter.
"I heard something about depths of experience. Sounds good. I assume your newsletter is about miniature clay wellmaking. Sign me up."
The next poster will deliver the newsletter, and will describe the dangers he/she had to face doing so.
H'mm! A brown lawn! Wa-ai-ai-t... That lawn is moving. Lawns don't move! OHMIGOD IT'S NOT A LAWN - IT'S CATS! HUNDREDS OF CATS! HUNDREDS OF SEMI FERAL CATS, SMELLING VAGUELY OF CABBAGE AND IMPERFECTLY CLEANSED COLOSTOMY BAGS -
The next poster has, at last, come up with a solution to cat lawn misery.
Firebombs, lots and lots of firebombs from distance.
Next poster be yuppy on heavy metal concert.
I have a metal handle named bob, if that is what you are asking.
Next poster shall give poog firebombs
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Here Poog, lots and lots of firebombs! Use them well and to your hearts content! Especially on GT, because he ALWAYS forgets that I'm not just a god of pain I'm also a god of MISERY!!!
The next poster is also an exile from one of the main faiths in Golarion and will not only tell us which faith that they were part of, but also why they got kicked out.
Used to be a faithful of Naderi, once during my teenage years. Turns out I was not emo enough and too happy by far, so I got booted.
Next poster is jealous of something.