TAP DANCING TOURNAMENT
[center:293o38ca]Originally Posted by Odinod
>King: Propose to Startoad. Through your fighting and competing, you've come to realize that she's all you've wanted in this world or any other.
And seriously, check out those egg-sacks. I mean, just...damn.
Originally Posted by Odinod
-ONE HOUR TO MIDNIGHT-
1 1/2 days to bomb completion
1 day to shadow attack
Film noir means never having to say you're sorry.
>Kill Star Toad with massive amounts of crack cocaine.
I do it all for you, Odinod.Originally Posted by Odinod
Literally. I mean, you're like the only guy who comments.
BUT THAT ONLY MAKES YOU MORE SPECIAL TO ME.
Going to actually do the "Finish it" bit in the morning, posting first command bit here for the sake of it.[/spoiler]
>Enough with the banter. Time to bleach this toad.
> Shoot crack.
Things I currently dislike: Life. Why's it got to take so much time away from my precious internetting?
This is beautiful.
> "HAHA, JUST KIDDING, IT'S BULLETS"
I do enjoy this, its like a beautiful nightmare.
She was always A-List, baby, always.Originally Posted by Pinary
Ok, Pop Quiz: Do you guys want me to go for more of the take-ages-to-update-but-looks-really-snazzy approach, or more of the updates-really-quick-and-is-decent-looking style? Or a mix?[/spoiler]
Really quick but decent-looking has my vote. It worked for Voices, and it can work for you to!
Startoad> Challenge the Coldhearted Advisor to an EPIC game of monopoly!
Crap a zombie!
roundhouse kick it in the thigh!
Advisor: Shoot her in the heart, this time. All eight of them.
>Cruel Advisor: Alright, playtime's over. Pull out your shotgun from underneath your coat.
This cause for a splendid occasion (you know the I love bombs thing because that is splendid)
AND BIOLOGICAL WARFARE!
>King: Take just enough sleeping pills so that you'll die if your adviser doesn't show up to help you, but he'll have plenty of time to show up.
[center:3972abvv]Originally Posted by OdinodOriginally Posted by sporb
Yes. Yes, you need your advisor. Where the hell did he go, anyway? In a typical bid for attention, you begin swallowing sleeping pills. He'll HAVE to come to your aid.
You've left this city run itself for too long, you mutter, crunching down the pills like candy. These stupid posters show that. It needs a firm hand. More bombs. Biological bombs. Autonomous bombs. Genetic bombs. Hereditary bombs. Fingertip bombs that you wear like a glove, so that when you give a guy the finger, his head explodes. Haha yeah.
Why is the carriage stopping?
"Sorry sir. There's a bit of a delay." The driver says.
Is... is his voice different than usual?[/center:3972abvv]
Thats not the driver! Its..its A ENEMY OF BIOLOGICAL BOMBS KILL KILL KILL!
If he's NOT the driver and YOU'RE royal, and therefore DRIVEN by a DRIVER, then fornicating should produce HALF royal and HALF driver so it WILL be the driver!