Last one to post wins

[GoatToucher]

Oh, the things we did with that body...

Did you notice my rich, buttery crust?

[Ventnor]

I'm am not legally allowed to state that I did.

[Waterhammer]

Irony.

Illusion.

Allusion.

Epiphany.

Words. Words. Don't worry. It's only words.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

Hoooooooold on a minute - when and where did you get a clone of me?!?

*leans over, takes a crispy, flaky bite out of GoatToucher's collarbone region*

Tasty!

[GoatToucher]

Good, and good for you.

Now you share my fluids.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

Whatever, one time I snuck into a mausoleum and bit off a mummified saint's finger.

Why should I snap into a Slim Jim when I could snap into a St. James?

[Belphegor]

That was my cousin's finger you ate.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

What do you know? Small world!

[GoatToucher]

I've always wanted a part of me inside you.

[Ventnor]

Double entendres are so overdone. Anyone want to try making a triple entendre?

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

You're not the alone, GoatToucher. Whenever I find myself Hiding In a Londoner's Closet, I often like to take the opportunity to get lunch at this great little place I know on Fleet Street.

[The Fiend Fantastic]

What, at Barney's? They make a great fish & chips, among other things.

[GoatToucher]

In my younger days I performed a triple entendre with a pair of Austrian twins and a honeyed ham, but I don't know if my poor heart could take it any more.

[Avatar of Zon-Kuthon]

You never know unless you try, GoatToucher, you really don't. So come on, you can do it! I'd join you, but I'm still trying to figure out how to make the leprechaun a viable PC race.

[Goddity]

I don't know if our brains can take that image.

[GoatToucher]

I'll do it! :aside: Get me Vienna on the phone! Ask for Hilde and Brigitte! Tell them their Favorite Uncle is ready for a Ham Dinner!

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

Avatar of Zon-Kuthon wrote:

You never know unless you try, GoatToucher, you really don't. So come on, you can do it! I'd join you, but I'm still trying to figure out how to make the leprechaun a viable PC race.

Try the Leprechaun unit from Age of Wonders. ;D

[Ventnor]

How many roads must a man walk down before they call him a man?

I'm seriously asking this question.

[GoatToucher]

Eight.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets! But enough talk - HAVE AT THEE!

*tosses an ice cream cone at Ventor's head at supersonic speed, then conjures a giant white blood cell to engulf GoatToucher*

[Ventnor]

You cannot win! I know your true form... WADDLE DOO!

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

A waddle doo, am I? Let's just see how waddle doo-like I can be....

*condenses both eyes into a cyclopean super-laser, blasts Ventnor*

*VOOPVOOPVOOPVOOPVOOP!!!*

[The Fiend Fantastic]

Not bad, sir jester, though the finishing touches of a spotlight and an epic guitar at the end is missing.

[Arcwin]

Last one to post wins? Wins what?

Note, there can't be a "last" post until you set a cutoff date/time when the thread would be locked. Open-ended as it is, there will never be a LAST post.. just a 'most-recent' post.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

You're new here, aren't you?

Hey GoatToucherrr! I think there's someone here to see youuuuu...!

*saws the 'win' out of Arcwin's name when they aren't looking, saunters off*

[Arcwin]

A round what? And what are the shape of her other parts?

[Avatar of Zon-Kuthon]

Prepare yourself, Arcwin, for cruel and unusual torture by my greatest pupil, EVER! His methods are so unique, I actually booted him out of the faith. I have since then re-enlisted his services and reappointed him to high priest in my main church.

[Ventnor]

That explains so much, and yet so little.

[Goddity]

His name is...

Tim!

[Arcwin]

I refuse to listen to his sermons until he brings me... a shrubbery! One with purple spots, tentacles, and a taste for gillman flesh. Then he can aid me on my quest to become a druid of the old gods, with pseudonatural wildshape forms.

[The Win]

Pf. You, sir, are nothing like me. You are no Win.

[Ventnor]

Hey! Condescension's my schtick! Get outta here!

[Molten Dragon]

Since it is impossible to know when this thread will end, all the posters here have both won and lost at the same time!

This forum should be called Schroedinger's goat or cat or something...

[GoatToucher]

AoZ-K, all of the supplicants from your main temple coming to follow me and experience my expertise does not make me your high priest. My inspiration comes from... elsewhere.

[Avatar of Zon-Kuthon]

I never said that it did, I was just telling everyone that I gave you your old job back. Because, even I might not approve of your methods, but the results are undeniable.

[Ventnor]

Oh, get a room you two!

[Old Doc Flumph]

Ah the good old days, when people like that were locked away for their own safety.

[Goddity]

Guess who's winning?

[The Fiend Fantastic]

Me.

[Ventnor]

Not anymore.

[Avatar of Zon-Kuthon]

True dat, Ventnor, true dat!

[Ventnor]

Yar har!

[The Win]

You are not condescending enough to win, dear Ventnor. Let the real competitors fight this out, and you can play next time.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

*devours Win a la Pac-Man* WOCKAWOCKAWOCKAWOCKAWOCKAWOCKA.... *keeps on moving*

[Avatar of Zon-Kuthon]

*Looks at IHIYC with a most bewildered stare.*

Someone clearly likes video games a little too much, seriously, I haven't seen IHIYC behave THIS oddly since he reenacted the Indian song from Disney's original Peter Pan movie.

[Captain Spalding]

That was a proper story, the pirate was a villain and loses to the hero.

[I'm Hiding In Your Closet]

And then they steal his ship.

[Captain Spalding]

Only fair, since it was stolen in the first place.

[Message board troll]

I STILL AINT FOUND MY BRITCHES!!!!

[Avatar of Zon-Kuthon]

*Flays MBT alive, with the help of super speed (and a Swiss army knife).*

Never mind, buddy! Here, have these new britches I made just for you!

*Hands MBT the britches made from his own skin.*