Probably both. Either way, I'm game if TFF is! :-)
Oh, but look at me winning. See that? Ain't nuthin you can do about it...
*SHANK*
Seez that too? Was sum'thin Poog do 'bout it.
Goblins FTW!!
*goblin charging shank*
Me only goblin FTW!
You only be winning goblin with last post.
Poog be that goblin.
You only shanked me in the big toe (cuz your small) so I still am winning.
:flies about and takes the win:
Surely, you can stop with the shaking can't you?
Silly goblins, stabbing or setting aflame all that get in their way.
Indeed, a dogslicer only goes so far, as to where this flak cannon hits targets on such a great distance.
*BOOM, BOOM*
Ooooh, if we are on canons then I have an excuse to get the book canon out again. Its been gathering dust since its last use.
I've been snowed in again. >P
:enters room:
Good. There will be no interruptions.
:slowly closes door behind him. Scene fades to black:
:tosses a snow blower in through Private Tiny's window:
You think you can win?
Not a chance, underpants!
The victory is mine to keep.
No ifs, no buts, no coconuts!
*after doing interesting things with Goattoucher and a snowblower* I think Old Man Winter was informed of my plans and hit me with another blast of snow to stop me. Which means someone on this board is a... (hold for dramatic gerbil)
The only tritor is you. Or did you forget your collusion with the stinking ape and his troll minion?
Oh, myyyy... That -was- interesting!
Now to return the favor.
:things happen. Nothing you want to hear about. Suffice to say that Tiny goes through ebbs and flows of despair and delight. There are tears of joy and more of lamentation. Odd noises, vaguely human, carrying on the chill winter wind. In the end there is lingering horror, regret, a bit of longing, and a tingling in the extremities:
Well, that was a bit of fun, and we all had a good laugh.
:pats pockets and waistcoat: Now where are my keys? Oh yes...
:retrieves keys from Tiny, shaking a few drops of fluid from them with a jingle:
With great victory,
Great suffering is not far,
Behind for losers!
There, I won through the use of haiku! Can any of you do better?
Win Win Win Win Win
Win Win Win Win Win Win Win
Win Win Win Win Win!
No you lose to me. I win.
ANGRY BIG GUY > ANGRY LITTLE GUY!!! THE WIN IS MINE!!!
You are too busy being annoying to win, so I will take it off your hands.
Here MBT your troll blood sugar is low. Have some cold Taco Bell and a lukewarm diet raspberry Snapple.
YOU HAD ME AT TACO BELL!!!!
The Fiend Fantastic wrote: Ew...disgusting. GIVE IT A COUPLE OF HOURS!!! YOU AINT SEEN NUTHIN YET!!!
: passes out umbrellas to any bystanders:
Does it taste better the second time around?
Do you REALLY want to find out?
An avatar of the so-called god of suffering and despair put off by a troll's gastrointestinal infirmity? :tsk: As I suspected.
All of you! Embrace new experiences!
:flings arms wide:
Cept, for you, its a very common experience because you have 'unconventional tastes'
Rumors of my demise where greatly exaggerated.
Good to know. Watch out for MBT, he's gassy tonight...
LOOK OUT I'M GONNA BLOW!!!!
May my fellow deities and I, protect our faithful. Seriously, I have it on good authority that both Rovagug and Groetus (amongst other 'unsavoury' gods) are actually dreading days when MBT is gassy!
How much methane does MBT give out when he is gassy? If someone left a torch near him (hehehe) and then left for his death star (complete with ventilation shaft covers), how big would the explosion be?
Enough to destroy all of creation! And that includes YOU False Deity!
*slaps krevon over the head*
Behave, now go back to your mine, your shift's resuming.
THERE'S A CRATER WHERE MY HOME USED TO BE BUT I'M FEELING MUCH BETTER NOW!!!
krevon wrote: Hodor? Squeak?
:comes to, dusts off the clothes that weren't blown off his back (and front):
See? Invigorating!
Your evasion does not stop me from getting the win.
Nah-ah, it's winning position, not the win.
Seriously, are all you types forgetting the core of the thread?
*Grabs a pepsi and sits back in the winning seat.*
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