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Um... I don't think we want to.
*Coughs to change the subject.*
Anyway, I like the sound of the clan name GW suggested. So my loyal followers and I will be known henceforth as The Red Fury Clan. With that done, I can now do this:
*Signs a piece of paper and hands it to a white claw eagle master.*
Send that to Baron Braishe'Theron in Taldor.
Now I need a logo for my clan's banner. Perhaps a red hood and wolf paw on a black background. I will just have to tinker with the idea for a while, unless anyone has any suggestions (please keep in mind that I will only use the colours red and black).
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Meh, wasn't as bad as you think. Rather tame by GT's standards. In fact, looking at the cover art was the final step necessary for me to become the Avatar of Madness.
* hands a small Earthbreaker to The Big Bad Wolf's feet, red ribbons tied to the shaft near the head *
This was Lady Red's when I trained her. If you're going to use my nickname for her maybe you can incorporate her favorite weapon when she was younger into the banner.
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*Picks up the small Earthbreaker.*
Thank you, Uncle Teddy. I will think about using this fine weapon in my banner and I shall ask my fiancee if she would like to have it as a keepsake.
*Looks at the small Earthbreaker and has an epiphany.*
That's it! I have got it! I wasn't going to use a third colour originally, but now I have my banner emblem: on a black background, there will be a red worgen - only the head and left paw will be shown - and it will be holding this weapon which will be gold and the ribbon will be the same red as the worgen.
My coat of arms is a blank sheet.
* grabs Vick Tim, covers him on red ink, and tosses him into a white bed sheet *
There, now you've got a proper coat-of-arms.
Mm hmm.
Wait this is still going? Smashing!
Still don't care.
MUSHROOM!
Mushrooms go along with your steak.
Must resist urge to ask the fiend not to over cook steak..
Meh, I doubt that'll happen. See - watch.
The Fiend Fantastic, would you be so kind as to cook my stake medium?
* turns around as a huge explosion destroys everything in a 50-mile radius *
See, just an explosion - no holocaust.
And with that, it's time to end this thread. Thank you all for playing, no need to say goodbye, now just sod off, you. Yes. No, you can't. I won the thread, yes, I am very grateful to all the little people that made this possible, blah blah blah world peace, *dries tear that really isn't*, very grateful, anorexia, body image, gay people, amputees, nuns doing a fantastic job, blah blah blah poverty, poor countries, politicians are horrible, blah blah blah I just want to thank EEEEEEEEVERYONE so much for this great honour.
*waves bye to everyone else before turning off the lights in the thread*
Thanks for holding onto that for me!
I don't know why anyone wants it. I've seen where Goattoucher has put it.
He stuck it in my left sinus for 3 weeks one time. Said it needed to ferment.
Ugh....
Drinkin' Wins, spo-dee-oh-dee, drinkin' Wins, bop-um-bum.
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Like Camelot, this is a very silly place.
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Like Camelot, this is a very silly place.
It's only a model.
That was somewhat funny, Jokey. Keep that up and you may have to change your name.
I really don't know where to go with that last post i just want to win.
It's not in your hands anymore.
well maybe for a little while longer
* runs in and grabs The Win, ripping off Vidmaster7's arm in the process *
Sorry about that.
* hands Vidmaster7 back his arm and then runs off with The Win *
3... 2... 1... *Presses button detonating the fake win*
Perfection.
*Passes by a very surprised and confused pile of ashes, and takes the real win from the Uncle Teddy.*
Never fear, I have the best-est of damage reductions. That means no matter how grizzly the wound, I can bear it.
I suppose my puns are in dire need of work, but maybe it's because I panda to the audience.
* looks at Sinister Stan, wondering why he blew up Jokey's trophy for "World's Worst Comedian" and the pile of fire-proof teddy bears for the local goblin orphanage then wonders why Anonymous Warrior is digging through the pile of ashes from last night's bonfire *
Strange, oh well. And why is Anonymous Warrior running around with a charred rock?
* places The Win among all of the others on the banquet table that GW has set up *
There, the final place setting is in place.
"But who is this masked hearthrug, rapelling down from the ceiling, snatching the Win in his prehensile toes, then leaping out through the window with a triumphant laugh and a mocking salute? Why, it's the Scarlet Pulg-pernel!"
The Scarlet Pulg-pernal! We meet again for the first time, my old nemesis who I've never seen before! Someday I will discover who is behind that domino mask that barely covers your face!
*Reattaches arms Bender style* Well that was unexpected.
I just checked my closet and you are a LIAR!
Oh well played sir. Well played.
LASER CLOWN, Hero the the 34th Century! We meet again for the first time, my old nemesis who I've never seen before! Someday I will discover who is behind that domino mask that barely covers your face!
C'mon! Everyone can see that LASER CLOWN is Pulg in a domino mask.
This went a direction I was not prepared to follow im just gonna like go over there >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ;>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>&g t;>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. and hide out for awhile till this is over.vvvvvvv>>>>>>>vvvvv
yeah there. ...................................0....
Sissyl, I'll have you know that I am most certainly not
You,madam, shall be hearing from my hairy lawyers.
We'll take the excessive denial as confirmation.
Pulg-purple-nelly is indeed Lazy Clone.
Who?
He's on first base, of course!
You mean he's got to first base, with what is either the Woman Of His Dreams or a mop.
Woman Of His Dreams is one of the outfielders. We haven't gotten there yet.