by raptor33 » Sat Aug 14, 2010 2:29 pm
*looks up* I will have to get that hole fixed...
Phonebook: Master, art thou not worried about the end of thy world?
ENOUGH WITH THE SHAKESPEARE ALREADY!! *sets book on fire*
ITS A CIVIL WAR DAMMIT. CANT YOU READ THE SIGNS?!
Phonebook: That was uncalled for master. *doesnt burn* Civil war? Doth thou wisheth to enlighten me?
*sets book on fire again*
One, WHY WONT YOU BURN, and two, it's effectively the only plot to ever grace this topic....
*my character from Dreamer E-War appears*
*face-wall* Man I really need to get into more than one E-War...
Chaos: You said it....
*face-wall* SHUT UP I NEED TO THINK.
*lightbulb-over-head*
I GOT IT! I'll raise an unstoppable army of Hummer-bots! NOTHING WILL STOP ME! MWUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Phonebook: Thou art insane. Thou knoweth this, right?
Me and Chaos: NO MORE SHAKESPEARIAN ACCENT!
*hummers start shifting into robots armed with plasma cannons and lasers.*
*hummerjets and subs become their respective robots*
....
Chaos: Now what?
IM THINKING!
Phonebook: Doth thou consider to sendeth an army to assualt the source of this power?
Chaos: Now I know why my lexicon doesn't talk.....
Phonebook: Because that would maketh a character, correct?
Chaos: Um..... yes.. that and I don't want a shakespearian accent-ed Dream.
SHUT UP THEIR NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT.
Chaos: It's the E-War. We metagame.
Still.......
Phonebook: Doth we taketh a whole page for our own uses?
Me and Chaos: SHUT UP AND GET IN A ROBOT!
*me, Chaos, and the Phonebook all jump into robots and use the manual overide command*
Nothing like being in giant battle robots, right?
Chaos: You know you're never enter the Transformers E-War, so why use transforming robots?
BECAUSE ITS COOL YOU NIMROD.
Phonebook: Man I wish I had hands to facepalm with..... oh wait, I do!
*robot facepalm*
Me and Chaos: Wait! DID HE JUST SPEAK NORMAL!?!
Phonebook: I doth not know what thou art talking about...
Chaos: Okay........
ARE WE GONNA TAKE UP 5 POSTS SPACE OR ARE WE GONNA GO AND FIGHT THAT DAMN CITADEL!?
*radio goes out to Gira*
Remember our deal? Reinforcements are on the way, as well as uber-toxic admin-killing poison!
You've lost the game,
The game of life,
So drop your pain,
And leave your strife.