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Yorkedaddy this is brilliant, I love it! Great name for my character. :D
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We're back in business, ladies and gents.
Chapter Four: Flashback Four years prior... Hatemonchan: I can't help but feel like we've been infiltrated, y'know? Le Spambots of Doom are far more clever than they appear. Lambspoon: I know what you mean. There are certain newcomers to Music Banterus that I do not feel we should trust. Like this guy over here...he rubs me the wrong way. James Franco Pepe Kalle Bob Marley Rick James Big Booty Bonanza Johnson: Holy moly **** **** damn dog hot diggity, you see that Strawberry over there? Do you know the things I would do to dat ass? Lambspoon: Um...I'm not sure I want to know. Hatemonchan: I kind of strangely do James Franco Pepe Kalle Bob Marley Rick James Big Booty Bonanza Johnson: KIEKIEKIEKIEKIEKIEKIEKIE *runs off* Strawberry: Someone should tell that guy that he is sexually depraved and needs attention. Also, by the way, I'm not sure if you've noticed so I have to check, but, just so you know, in case you were wondering, have you noticed that I have large breasts? Hatemonchan: Yes we have. And, well, we're talking about important things right now so could we have just a moment? Strawberry: Yeah, sure, just checking to make sure you guys knew. And stuff. Alright, anyway, seeya! Lambspoon: Quite a quirky cast of characters we have here, eh Hatemonchan? Hatemonchan: Yes, and at times I grow tiresome of the antics on display in our great kingdom. But I shall persevere, for Le Spambots of Doom will never give up. We just have to figure out how their forces have grown so large and formidable. Lambspoon: I fear we do not have much time to waste. A full-on assault could happen any day now! ??????: Mwahahahaha, yes, YES!!! Your doom approaches! Hatemonchan: Is that you, Doo Doo? You're babbling that doomsday crap again. Doo Doo: I will slaughter any that oppose me! Just you wait and see! Lambspoon: How much longer are we keeping this guy around? Surely you agree that he is a negative presence within our Kingdom. Hatemonchan: It's alright, as long as he never manages to get ahold of the Mighty Hammer of Ban we should be okay. Lambspoon: Um, isn't that the Mighty Hammer of Ban in his hands right now? And he's hitting people over the head with it repeatedly whilst laughing maniacally. Hatemonchan: Oh fuck. Alright, we must take him out! Hatemonchan and Lambspoon swiftly unsheathed their blades and confronted Doo Doo. In his crazed, maniacal state he was no match for the calculated, graceful fighting style of the two. Lambspoon: You've swung the Mighty Hammer of Ban for the last time, Doo Doo. Hatemonchan: We banish you from the Kingdom of Music Banterus! Doo Doo: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooo http://i.ytimg.com/vi/SzkiB3RW-nc/hqdefault.jpg Doo Doo: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Hatemonchan: Ugh, let's just fucking kill him already. *stab* Doo Doo: oooooo......................................ngh... ...you haven't seen....the last....of....me...... To be continued........................ |
Of course I read that in the Cousteau voice. Not the entire entry, just the one part.
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Yay! Life is worth living again! :band:
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Also, you were high as **** when you wrote that, weren't you?
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But seriously guys, do you know that I have really large breasts? I wasn't sure if the story highlighted it enough. ;)
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Yorke, I just took the chapters in this evening, and promptly re-read them aloud to my fiance.
As a former member of School at Hogwarts and as the creator and codemonkey behind Red Pill (the Matrix role play site), she's read her share of fantasy epics. Yours left her in absolute stitches, and she nearly **** the bed. Keep it up! |
I really need to read this when I'm sober.
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Where's my backstory? I think that's the question we're all wondering.
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Chapter Five: Showdown At the round table in the castle... Yorkius: Well that was pretty weird. Trolldalf: *sigh*, I can't believe I had to babysit two people on a mushroom trip right before the most important meeting in Music Banterus's history! Yorkius: Hey man, I didn't know this was going on when I took them. I thought this was just going to be a regular Tuesday. Trolldalf: A regular Tuesday for you is doing shrooms?! Christophe: A regular Tuesday for me is even more than that! Ki: A regular Tuesday for me is bitches. Trolldalf: ...can we just get onto the topic at hand? I'm sure we all know why we've been gathered here today. We have experienced a great loss at-...is Gloofe asleep?! Christophe: Those were some hardcore shrooms man. Don't blame him, blame the Gods of the Trip Realm. Trolldalf: Anyway, I think we all know that we can't simply go on without a leader. Something like this has never happened to our great kingdom before, and it is very important that we find a suitable replacement immediately. Yorkius: But who will his replacement be? 'Cause I mean...I'd be down. Christophe: Ha! Like anyone would want to take orders from you. Obviously it should be me, especially because I have an awesome mustache. And all the great leaders have had a sweet mustache. Ki: Nah you guys would suck, but hey by the way have you heard of this band pg.lost? ?????: I'll tell you who'd be a good leader. My dick, bitch! Just then, the doors to the round table room swung open violently. In the doorway stood Droltab. Christophe: The hell? What are you doing here? Droltab: I'm here to kick ass and get laid, with an extra side of titties. Now come here so I can teach you a lesson! Droltab unsheathed his blade and charged at Christophe. However, he was immediately prepared to counter-attack. An epic duel ensued. Yorkius: Damn this is pretty entertaining. Hey if anyone's taking bets I'm putting $5 down on Christophe. Ki: I don't know, Droltab seems pretty pissed off. I wonder what he's mad about? Trolldalf: I wonder if we should stop them? Yorkius: It's probably best to let them work out their problems. Who knows, they might even be friends after they're done! Droltab: I'm gonna tie you up and break each limb one by one while pooping on you each day and periodically dipping you into a vat full of scorpions and...other stuff! Christophe: I'm gonna break into your house and steal all the macaroni! Droltab: You...wouldn't...dare! Yorkius: ...Alright, maybe they won't be friends after they're done. Trolldalf: Oh, what a pain. Alright, time for some magic. ?????: Magic? Boy, it's been some time since you've resorted to that, Trolldalf. Ki: *gasp*, it's you! Lambspoon! Trolldalf: I-...I thought you weren't going to come with us? Lambspoon: Initially that was my decision, but I think I have one more adventure left in me. But before we can discuss the terms of that, we should take care of these fools. Lambspoon reached out his hand and said some unimportant arbitrary spell name to launch the blades from Droltab and Christophe's hands. Droltab: Oh hell no, we're settling this here and now! Lambspoon: That is just about enough, Droltab. However, it is clear that once you're pissed off enough you become quite formidable with a blade. Perhaps you should come with us on this journey? Droltab: Hmm...the opportunity to set out on a brave quest, return to find fame and glory and infinite bitches is difficult to pass up...even if it means travelling with you losers. Although I do have just one question: where would we be going? Trolldalf: We must set out to find...The Sacred Yak. To be continued.................... |
I love how everyone has a ridiculous name and I'm simply "Ki". I love it.
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It's been two months. This needs to continue.
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Notice that chapters will begin again in early January after I release the album I've been working on the past 6 months, sorry everyone for the long delay.
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Chapter Six: Scattered ...Still at the round table in the castle... Yorkius: Holy shit did we just stand here in place for almost three straight years? Trolldalf: Yeah, uh, considering the circumstances...that didn't really make sense, did it? Lambspoon: Hmm, yes. Indeed. Ah, mmhmm, that is fine. Yorkius: You're very agreeable today, Lambspoon. Lambspoon: Hmm, yes. Indeed. Ah, mmhmm, that is fine. Yorkius: Is that...all you really do around here nowadays? Lambspoon: Hmm, yes. Indeed. Ah, mmhmm, that is fine. Christophe: So......What uh...what exactly were we doing again? The group sat around, racking their brains to figure out why exactly they had all gathered there on that day, nearly three years ago. Suddenly, the group heard an awful wailing noise from off in the distance. Everyone grabbed whatever weapons they had on them, except Ki who only fought with the power of friendship. Droltab: Aw hell naw, I'm the only one allowed to cause a ruckus out here! The warriors ran outside to confront the cause of the distressed noise, only to be surrounded by an army of hawks wearing cult-like robes. Hawk 1: Caw-caw! We will take over Music Banterus with our penetrating wit and questionable sensibilities! Caw-caw! Hawk 2: Caw-caw! We have come for the throne! The hawks began swooping down on the heroes, and were too fast to be counter-attacked. But rather than strike to do the most damage, the hawks strangely nibbled on the heroes' nipples for a moment before ascending back into the air. Droltab: *pant* This is *pant* fucking weird, guys! *pant* Christophe: Do they *pant* mean us any harm? Gloofe, at this point, had laid down on the ground and removed his shirt, allowing the hawks to do their bidding. Gloofe: Just go with the flow, maaaaan. Trolldalf: Good God, man, is he still high on those shrooms?! Christophe: I got some strong shit. Hawk Leader: ENOUGH. The swarm of hawks flew off, leaving only the leader and a sense of sexual tension and unexplored potential. Hawk Leader: I called off my forces because I have just noticed something. A certain...power the resonates within the lot of you. Droltab: Can we get back to the nipple stimulation? Hawk Leader: ...call me next week. Anyway, despite my best efforts to break you, everyone here managed to withstand the might of my endless army of mildly-annoying-but-strangely-endearing hawks. You lot may just be the band of heroes I've been seeking for so long! Ki: Now hold on here, are you the mysterious dark bird from the future that spoke to me? Christophe: What the fuck, you mistook him for another mysterious dark bird from the future that spoke to you? Ki: Hey man, I can only process so much at one time. Hawk Leader: Oh shit, that's you, Ki? Damn you look even wimpier than I remember. But...yeah, I came to you from the future, and I've been searching ever since for the true warriors that can save this realm. Trolldalf: Oh, mighty, Hawk leader dude, I believe I know what it is we must seek to defeat the evil forces of Le Spambots of D- Hawk Leader: Le Spambots of Doom? *laughs hysterically however a giant humanoid bird would laugh*. Oh, you don't even know the half of it... To be continued.................... |
Oh my god. This. Rocks.
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