"little do they know Mr.Duck, when their battle is over, we'll swoop in and clean up the rest. ain't that right Mr.Duck?"
"Quack Quack"
Hey Mort, examine that first pike closely...
sigpic courtesy of This Guy, original modified by me
*dives for cover*
Nonono. SquirtBottleofAtorityisBAD! Runrunrun!
*runs away saying "must get shield" over and over*
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.
quote:
Originally posted by ?:
still sitting in lawn chair when a duck waddles up"little do they know Mr.Duck, when their battle is over, we'll swoop in and clean up the rest. ain't that right Mr.Duck?"
"Quack Quack"
Maradon?! Is that you?!
*rolls around laughing*
This pleases me.
*raises Kekvit's allowance*
sigpic courtesy of This Guy, original modified by me
Come get some.
Yanks furries off the ground by the hair on the back of their necks as they run by, tossing them into the dip.
[ 09-14-2001: Message edited by: Khyron ]
quote:Tosses Zephy into the vat as well.
Originally posted by Zephyer:
Grawr!
*looks at the fleabath.*
Muhahaha! You wouldn't DARE! Look. She tapps one of the books. A good Mecha based RPG. Hahahaha!
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.
quote:
Originally posted by Ryu Kamen:
*walks back in, with various old-school magic cards and out-of-print gaming books strapped to her as armor.**looks at the fleabath.*
Muhahaha! You wouldn't DARE! Look. She tapps one of the books. A good Mecha based RPG. Hahahaha!
Tosses Ryu into the vat as well.
Nyeah.
quote:
Originally posted by Densetsu:
I see it's not Battletech.Tosses Ryu into the vat as well.
Of course it isn't, I said it was Good! *SPLASH*
*Ryu rises out of the vat, the ink-bled remains of a Jedit Ojanen card stuck to her forhead.
That's it, you gonna' get dismantled now, chrome boy! Someone give me a screwdriver! [ 09-14-2001: Message edited by: Ryu Kamen ]
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.
quote:Sprays Zephy with the squirt bottle of authority, then tosses him into the vat while he's in shock.
Originally posted by Zephyer:
Nyeah.
quote:
Originally posted by Ryu Kamen:
Someone give me a screwdriver!
Don't make me squash you.
quote:
Originally posted by Densetsu:
I see it's not Battletech.Tosses Ryu into the vat as well.
'Tech? What era?
And if you want good 'mecha RPG, start playing with the 'mecha and borg in Rifts. Real bastards compared to the 6-sided hell that BTech turned out to be (after 4+ years)
Scale and tail! I'm immune to both razor AND Rogaine! I don't fear your fleabath, or your errr, whatever you have. (Pudding?)
Now, if only I knew which side dragons are on???
quote:
Originally posted by Densetsu:
I LOVED Battletech! There's nothing like the feeling of approaching your enemy, and first attack you get, is a headshot with a battle axe.
Wait till you do that to someone half a board away under partial cover with 4 TC linked Gauss Cannons. *THAT* is the best way to piss people off at tournaments....
Oh, look! A screwdriver!
*she drinks it, then advances on Densetsu waving a ruined book.
This was my only copy of Critter-Tech! The single best Mecha game ever made, and you RUINED it!!!
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.
It is held in thought
only by the understanding
of the Wind.
quote:
Originally posted by Ryu Kamen:
I would stick my tounge out at you, but I don't want to run the risk of accidentally tasting you.
To many furries
*Trys not to hurl*
DIE FURRIES!
) Am I a furry or a skinny? *brain begins to fry*Leave the cats alone, and the dogs, and the foxes, and wolves, and....hmmm maybe I just should have said furries.
My lords and ladies, this insanity must not continue! The furless ones are threatening extinction with us. Their leader, Drysart, must be stopped at all costs. I have prepared a plan to take him down. If we can find some fur, and take him prisoner, I propose that we proform secret tests on him. Mainly, graft the fur onto his own skin, so he will be one of us in form.
Ferrel speaks up: But this leaves the question on where do we get the fur, and how do capture the leader, Drysart.
Jraik merely smiles. My proposed plan is simple. To get the fur, we take some volunteers who would be willing to be shaved. A variety of species and fur colors would be preferred.
He looks around as the furry leaders shuffle in their seats, looking around and being mainly uncomfortable with the idea. Queen Ferrel speaks up again:Do you mean to say that you would be volunteering for this?
Jraik opens his mouth to object, then closes it and nods slowly, seeing no other way out.Yes, my lady. I would prefer to do that after the capture of the leader.
One of the leaders speaks up, herself basically a huge ball of fur with no way to tell what species she is:And how, exactly, do you plan to capture Drysart? He is protected by the Uber I-am-God messages.
Jraik pauses a moment, choosing his words carefully.I believe trickery is the only way. Simply, we get autographed pictures of Firiona Vie and of Dark Elf rears and leave a trail of them leading to our fort. Capture him as he's picking them up, and he is ours.
Silence reigns for a moment, then loud cheering fills the chamber, the loud rapping of Queen Ferrel's gavel quieting them down.Jraik, this plan of yours is highly improbable. Do you honestly think this would work?
Jraik nods.I do indeed. If proformed completely right, we shall overtake them. Let fur reign free!
His statement echos around for a few moments, everyone just looking at him.Okay....um, do you agree to this plan, my Lords and Ladies?
Queen Ferrel makes a motion with her paw.Leave us for a while, we will consult and give you an answer later on.
Jraik nods slowly and bows.As you wish. I shall remain outside. He turns tail and walks out, thinking that if this council is anything like Congress, he won't get an answer for years.
(Feel free to continue council discussions or something.)
Bring it on hair balls...
<All over the world, all bakery products (including rolls, muffins, donuts, bread, etc...) start to mold and decay, turning awful to eat and very stale.>
quote:
Originally posted by Ferret:
Yah! *Jumps in Dr. Vorbis' cage*
Where's the treat?
*closes the door!* Right here, a nice flea bath!
