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supersonic
Famous Hero
being digested. E=mc^2, s=vt
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posted October 06, 2006 09:41 PM |
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Jim Raynor stood in a bar with his Beretta aimed at the air...
"What happened? He was so fast! I have to put my Beretta into the service, good that I still have it for free..."
He put his ragged gun into the waistbelt.
"Well, woock. I also have to sleep and my little friend is going to sleep too. I know you are hearing me right now... so I am just going to put this straight. This is my phone number(put a piece of paper high up in the air... it said: 5275055). I plan to sell what I have in my black Puma bag. But I will have to see either you or John. Call me. And prepare checks.
The staticness of dark streets of LA was suddenly broken as a motorcycle swooped down from one end to another. The driver rode as fast as he could - to forget what happened an hour before. He looked frequently at his pocket with a mobile phone. The engine slowed down. Motorcycle stopped in a great comercial area with many shops. One of them was "Handguns for you", next to the "Luigi's meatballs" restaurant. He glanced at the restaurant and saw a huge hole over there.
"What the..."
The thought quickly vanished from his mind as he entered the gun shop. He took out his Beretta and showed it to the old, fat man near the cash desk.
"Kinda needs a reparation, right chief? Said the shopkeeper.
"Yeah, you bet... I still have the guarantee card, so I hope to get it repaired soon."
"No problem, come at the end of the week, preferably at Saturday."
"I will... By the way, what happened over there?" - He pointed at the hole outside the restaurant. The pale face of the shopkeeper turned grim
"Well... one day I wa sitting like this, polishing my stainless steel guns, when there was a bright flash over there. The pavement seemd to have completely meleted! I saw this man - he appeared right after the spark. He was masculine and strong, but he was hariless and... scaly!"
"'Scuse me?"
"Like I said! The man was as scaly as a fish. He immediately attacked some guy and stole his clothing and a motorbike... Naah, I guess you think I am a freak..."
"I never said that. If I showed you what I have in my backpack, you would probably have gone mad... So yes, I believe you. Go to sleep now, my friend, dark times are coming to LA... I'll be ther on Saturday, cya!"
Before the shopkeeper realised, Jim Raynor was already cruising the orads with its motorbike.
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I am having a new style 
Big, fat, naughty. Potential girlfriend - pm me. 
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Lord_Woock
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted October 06, 2006 10:45 PM |
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The telephone rang.
Click.
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Damn, the other phone. Gosh, doesn't he ever get a hint?
Click.
" Well, well, well... Long time, rite' woockie? Listen, I got this thing. I dunno what kinda **** might it be, but you gotta see it. Meet me in the Disco Club in 1 hour, y' know, that club where Baccardi is pouring down the sink and Mafia Boys do their dirty interests. Yeah... it is the safest place for us to meet.
By the way, I haven't seen you for a long while, so come in a yellow Chevrolet Corvette. Y'know how my bikey looks like, right?"
Bloody damn. I wonder when that kid will stop playing the hero. Keeping a separate phone line is bloody confusing.
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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TnT_Addict
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Beautiful Liar
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posted October 09, 2006 10:23 PM |
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Closing on target... "Le Grand heaven for games"... Tonight at last Final Fantasy 13 is out!
Making his way thorugh the overexcited crowd of teenagers, pushing and shoving everyone aside Fisherminator entered the stores lobby.
"Everybody on the floor! You heard me, make good acquaintance with the floor cause it's going to be your buddy for the next couple of freaking hours!"
FM pulled out his gun and nailed one of the closest people to him with its handle and pointed it to another one. In just about 10 seconds everyone was head down on the floor.
"Now, that I have your attention I want to see all the chinese girls rise slowly up... Slowly, without any tricks!"
2 people still remained on the floor.
Using the gun FM scratched his head and made a sour face.
Searching for more compatible stats... Found that subject has black hair...
"Okay all non brunette girls lay on the floor!"
1 stubby little blonde girl sat on the floor.
"Doh! I'm getting my freak all over and I'm gonna shoot someone soon! Okay calm down you are low on liquid nitrogen..."
Searching for compatible stats... Height not taller than 160 cms...
"Right, all the girls that are taller than 160 get your ass on the ground!"
3 girls slowly descended to the floor.
"This is going to be a harder mission than I was briefed about..."
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Lith-Maethor
Honorable
Legendary Hero
paid in Coin and Cleavage
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posted October 09, 2006 11:13 PM |
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...thus it begins...
in a dimly lit office:
...a young man is the only person there, floating in lotus in front of a chessboard, with only a loincloth on to keep things decent and long white hair loose over his back, lunargent eyes fall on the other end of the chessboard where a small monitor stood, his voice matching the appearance, the accent hard to discern...
- your move Woock
under the sea near a shipwreck:
...two eyes peer from the dark, watching the soon-to-be angel in her quest to find something interesting, unblinking and lunargent, framed by the face of a young woman, not that this is visible, since she is hiding out of sight...
in a not-so-crowded bar:
...a man in his mid-fifties, with grey hair in a ponytail, a trimmed beard and a scottish accent is watching the exchange between what seems to be a russian scientist and two other people, behind smoked glasses, lunargent eyes look over their forms, he takes a sip of his drink and motions the waitress over for a refill...
somewhere in time:
...a cloaked figure, possibly female, is watching the one who would be known as kookastar being born, under the hood only two things can be seen, a knowing smirk and two eyes, silver like the full moon
in a bar more-crowded-than-the-other-one:
...a man in his mid-twenties, with a five o'clock shadow, shaggy brown hair and a worn duster steps inside, somewhere in the back, an asian chick is playing darts, making fun of the one who challenged her as her audience cheers, he lowers the raybans a bit and grins, lunargent eyes check her out, he nods approvingly and turns to order a drink
in a dark tattoo parlor, somewhere in the US of A:
...a girl with short black hair is giving a man in his forties a tattoo, a crescent moon and thistle, in the background Overture 1812 is playing, on either side of a mirror a mask, to the left a guy fawkes one, to the right a mime's, the girl is leather clad and has the tattoo of wings on her back, her eyes shinning, reflecting the moonlight in colour and brightness...
somewhere in jamaica:
...a young man with white hair (identical to the one playing chess) is laid on a towel, on either side of him a girl, one tall and blonde, the other shorter and asian, with the sun setting in the horizon, the girls stand and head for the water, neither wearing any clothes, he watches them and grins, sitting up on his elbows and enjoying the show...
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You are suffering from delusions of adequacy.
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Iris
Responsible
Supreme Hero
of Typos
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posted October 10, 2006 06:33 PM |
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The dart board showed two red darts on two of the middle rims around the bull’s-eye. Four blue ones were on the outer rim, and nine more were between the two reds. The girl sat at the bar, her chin resting on her propped up left arm, and a red dart being twirled in her free hand. There were two empty shot glasses in front of her and thirteen in front of the man next to her. A few other seemingly drunk men were sitting off to the side, watching and struggling to prevent themselves from falling out of their chairs.
Just hours ago, a fight broke out in the bar that she frequents, which apparently ended in the death of a bartender. To avoid clashing with the cops, and perhaps for a change of scenery, she had decided to come check out the new bar a few blocks down the street. Besides, there’s nothing more fun than showing up a bunch of self-absorbed macho-wannabes in a drinking game. Especially when they don't know what to expect.
“You’re going to lose again,” she stated nonchalantly as she tapped the tip of the dart on the edge of a shot glass.
“No, I’ma gonna tache you down. Jush you wait,” he slurred as he grabbed another blue dart and downed another shot.
The girl rolled her eyes and continued tapping patiently as she watched the blue dart land between her two red ones once more. After two more failed attempts, she sighed and got to her feet. “Admit it, you lost. Again.”
“No, jush one more…”
She shook her head and ignored him. “I’m leaving.”
Just as she turned away, the man’s dart landed a few millimeters away from the bull’s-eye. There was a loud uproar as all the other men either jumped or fell out of their seats, cheering wildly.
The girl shook her head again, harrumphed, and continued walking toward the exit.
“Chihening out? Can’t beah tha, can you?”
Her steps halted and she glanced back without turning as a small grinned spread on her face. She twirled the dart in her hand one more time, turned on her heels, and whipped it toward the board. It sliced right past the man’s hair and landed dead center.
With simple smile and a shrug, she dusted off her white shirt and jeans and adjusted her cowboy hat. “Drink up, boy. And play nice,” she said as she left the momentarily silent bar.
She glanced at her watch. Close to midnight. Okay, time to shift into nerdy gear and check out that video game store. I need to get myself a copy of FFXIII.
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supersonic
Famous Hero
being digested. E=mc^2, s=vt
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posted October 10, 2006 07:37 PM |
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For the whole day, the telephone didn't ring once. The man started wondering: "Maybe woock didn't receive my mobile?" "Maybe I should go to his office and try to find him?"
Without even trying to rethink the idea, he jumped on his motorcycle and rode quickly through the longest streets in LA. Woock must have been somewhere. He couldn't have disappeared.
After a few hours, when the fuel in the tank started to get low, boy finished. He was totally exhausted, yet couldn't find his target.
"****! Woock, where the heck are you?"
"I'll try to phone him once more."
Nimble fingers quickly dialed woock's number.
"Please wait..."
"Please wait..."
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I am having a new style
Big, fat, naughty. Potential girlfriend - pm me.
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kookastar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
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posted October 10, 2006 08:47 PM |
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Kookastar gathered Antonio Banderas’s hair in her hands and smeared styling balm through it with her long fingers, ensuring that her nails did not bite into his scalp. He hated that. They were alone in her small but cozy salon, the pink walls and soft furnishings creating a cocoon of sweetness around them. Its invigorating and indulgent interior had been featured in the latest issue of Celebeauty, a quote from Reece describing her time in the shop as if being momentarily caught within a rose-flavoured, organic, vegan, gummi bear. Kooka beamed at the memory of the compliment as she sung, bopped to her favourite tune, and watched herself in the mirror.
I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere…
Antonio joined in as she grabbed the hair dryer. Her dog, Sheila, was jumping around on her two back feet. Kooka watched the animated face of her client in the mirror, a tinge of emptiness kicking from within her stomach. She inhaled the scent of black label conditioner and tried to force the replay of her boyfriend’s rejection from her mind… her heart… her soul. She shook her head, and dove deeper into the music for escape.
Make me walk,
make me talk,
do whatever you please
I can act like a star
The jolt in her stomach fought back, summoning images in her mind of their time together. Hollywood’s most successful costume artist, her ex, had shared with her the secret of change, of disguise. Being a woman, she had learnt quickly and her talents had surpassed his abilities long ago. Although she had kept this from him, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would slip. When she did it was just as she predicted, it was over. She will never forget the look on his pirate face when he discovered her, changing seamlessly before his eyes, into a Trogdor.
“ kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...” Antonio was loud and very off key. “uu-oooh-u”- A happy yet constipated sounding goose calling her back to the present.
Kooka’s stilettos were shining under the salon lights as she swayed back and forth. Just then she noticed a spider crawl in from the vent. She gasped; Antonio’s arachnophobia was renowned throughout the Stylists Guild and at $1000 a doo, she thought of the new dress she had been dreaming of and her reflexes kicked in.
Sliding the thinning scissors from the stainless steel bench, she winked at Sheila. In a simultaneous motion, the Chihuahua leapt onto Antonio’s lap and she flung the scissors at the wall, impaling the huntsman before casually sliding a bin beneath it and discarding its body.
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
Ah-ah-ah-yeah
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
uu-oooh-u
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russ
Promising
Supreme Hero
blah, blah, blah
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posted October 10, 2006 10:19 PM |
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Edited by russ at 23:57, 10 Oct 2006.
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As the Mad Scientist was passing by a salon while talking to his imaginary friend Bob, he heard someone trying to sing "Barbie Girl". Both voices were horribly off.
"Did you hear that, Bob? Some people are WEIRD!!!"
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Lord_Woock
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted October 10, 2006 11:33 PM |
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Once more, with footnotes. Well, not really.
But either way, the phone rang again. Woock was currently playing with a knife as a break from getting some nasty paperwork done.
THUD
The knife pinned the phone cable to the desk. The phone stopped ringing. And it wouldn't ring again any time soon.
He pressed a button on the other phone and leaned closer.
'Memo for John Mighty,' he said. 'Remember the annoying guy I told you about? Send someone to find him and get him out of my way. But politely. Give him some made-up task he has to do to prove his identity, dunno.'
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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MightyMage
Honorable
Legendary Hero
of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
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posted October 11, 2006 05:07 AM |
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Another day and another mission. John Mighty walked into the Angel's HQ and check his mail box. Sure enough there was a memo from Woock. Had something to do with distracting a certain individual. Hmmmmmmmm.
Goddamn cracker always sayin, do this John, do that John. I ain't no gofer.
John walks to the bookcase at the far wall and pushes a book in opening a way to a secret elevator to Woock's Office. Upon entering the elevator, John places his hand on the security strip so his prints can be read before the elevator takes off. Access Granted it flashes in green letters and the elevator begins to move. Finally it stops at the bottom floor and opens to a long hallway. At the end is yet another door with an eye scanner. For a man in Woock's position, too much security was still not enough. After reading his retina the words Access Granted once again flashed and gave way to a magnificent office that rivaled even the richest of executives. And there in his seat sat the great Woock.
Well John, it's about time you showed up. Did you get my memo?
Yeah yeah I got your memo boss. No worries. I'll send the guy over to Leroy's pawn shop. I hear he's dealing weapons again. If anything will get someone out of the way for awhile it will be Leroy and his big mouth.
Very good John. Oh, how is the recruitment process going for a new team of Angels? We can't get much work done without them.
Hey, finding three good, strong, smart, and sexy girls is harder then you think.
Oh, I see. Alright then, Good and Smart will no longer be necessary. Just make sure they're strong and sexy.
Well in that case I have five girls on my list. I'll keep an eye on them, narrow it down to three and send you the files through the secured network.
Good, I await your choices. Off with you then. No time to waste. Evil is afoot.
John turned to leave the way he'd came then stopped and turned around.
Evil is afoot? What the hell does that mean?
It means I don't have three sexy girls to send on missions because you're too busy questioning me. And please make sure we don't have any more incidents with over sized bananas. That was just too weird. Even for us.
Definitely buddy. I have to agree with you there. That was just messed up. Aight, I'm out. Check ya later dawg.
With that, John Mighty went off to once again observe the women, three of which would be recruited to join Woock's Angels.
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Though I must still bow
in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
want to be! - OhforfSake
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friendofgunnar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
able to speed up time
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posted October 13, 2006 08:47 AM |
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DC sat back on the couch while the music played. On the table in the lower deck of the boat sat a tray with a pile of gold coins, medallions, and other artifacts from the shipwreck. Other compartments had been installed that could contain objects that would deteriorate quickly in air. So far the find had been spectacular- spectacular enough to balance the sadness.
She looked at the picture of her dad on the wall. When she had been a kid he had once jokingly called her Demon Child. It had stuck. Then during her teen years it became shortened to DC, which is around the same time that she began to understand her dad's past.
Captain Ricardo Alvarez had done 3 years in the ordnance disposal team based out Pangnor, Vietnam. The bomb squad. He did two years in field service and then he stayed an extra year to teach the new kids how to deal with the jerry rigged mine booby traps that the Viet Kong had become experts at. When he came back from the war though he found the world had changed.
At first he didn’t fit in but after two years of hanging loose he found a new direction. There was a new sound exploding on the scene- disco. A friend of his was investing in a studio and after he helped set it up he discovered he had a talent for it. He scouted talent for 2 years until he tried his hand at producing. His first hit "Licious" was a smash. He followed it up quickly with hits like "B sharp" and "Babybabybaby". When people talked about disco Richie Alvarez was an A lister.
DC had taken it all in. She wanted more though. When she accidentally discovered her dad's tools in the garage, she pestered him until he started tutoring her in his knowledge from his years in the service. Then in her early teens she started reading his textbooks on her own, absorbing electronics, chemistry, and early digital computing. Then came the day.
It was fifteen years ago today that her dad had been murdered by unknown assailants. All the leads had gone cold and the one person who could have provided some clues was killed in a prison riot. There were so many questions still swirling around the incident. Questions who's answers laid behind locked doors. You can only beat against the shadows for so long before you had to continue with your life.
But not before making an oath. She had sworn that until her dad's killers had been caught she wasn't going to listen to anything but disco in honor of her dad. DC they used to call her. Now...they called her Disco Chick.
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kookastar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
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posted October 18, 2006 11:24 AM |
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The sun was just beginning to sink as Kooka locked the salon doors. The pink ball of fluff that held her rainbow of keys together somersaulted as a gelato truck sped past on its last run of the day. Sheila sat at her feet, watching.
It was only a short walk to her apartment, but the streets felt colder now that she was single again. Today the faces of strangers seemed even more distant, and although she raised her head to smile at a few, she had a haunting feeling that she was being watched. As she scaled the fifteen flights of stairs that lead to her home, she berated herself once again to get over her fear of heights and brave the lift. As though reading her thoughts, Sheila barked in agreement.
Kooka entered her home and the bare walls shouted at her. All his artwork was gone, the room was only half furnished, and the 1873 nude male sculpture was gone. The stench of his aftershave still lingered. She walked into the kitchenette and opened the fridge, reached for a carrot juice and a beer, removed their lids and slowly poured them into a tall glass. She giggled as the foam began to rise, remembering how much he cringed when she performed this sacrilegious act. Then drank deeply, allowing the foam to coat her upper lip. Sheila jumped up to the play button on the sound system, nudging it with her cold, black nose. They began to dance. She was alive.
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Lord_Woock
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted October 18, 2006 12:21 PM |
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- Gee, I wonder what happens if I put this thingy over here... Oh dear, I think that's a check, goodness me!
Gods damnit, Woock thought, why do I keep playing this thing?
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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kookastar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
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posted November 21, 2006 08:58 PM |
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The mandarin foam coating her lip was slowly loosing its fizz as Kooka wiped her mouth with a circular sweep of her tongue. Mmmmmmmm; the taste of freedom. Grabbing a fresh brew and her laptop she sat cross-legged on the thick pile carpet and linked her camera to upload her latest pics.
 
The images invigorated her. She had to get out there soon and find another site. Browsing the Urban Spelunker Forum she was now addicted to she noticed no one interesting online, and no new posts either. Kooka sighed, logged off, grabbed the neuron-creased map of downtown LA and headed to the bathroom to run a steaming hot bath. Lotsa bubbles.
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uhuh
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted January 15, 2007 02:10 PM |
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Bananaman opened his eyes. He glanced at the world around him. Roaming the Altar of Wishes for finding answers to century-old questions like will KnightDougal ever stop posting crappy stuff, his author completely forgot about him and left him to rot, lost in an endless sea of pointlessness... However, Kookastar has summoned him back from eternal oblivion, and he realises he has one more chance to take over the world....
Hopping into his giant robotic body, he put a Marilyn Manson CD into the cd-player and turned on the engines. He was ready to seed chaos once again. 
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Iris
Responsible
Supreme Hero
of Typos
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posted January 22, 2007 01:14 AM |
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Iris arrived at the local video game store only to see a creature with a fishhead in the midst of a mob of teenagers; some were standing, and some were down on the ground. She stood and watched in a mix of amusement and confusion as random groups of girls in the crowd rose and lowered themselves to and from the floor.
Is this some sort of new game people play nowadays? Oh!! Maybe they’re having some competition for their new games! Maybe it’s Final Fantasy XIII!! If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s winning. That game is as good as mine!
"Hey, Fishhead!" she called as she approached the mob of people.
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted January 22, 2007 10:48 AM |
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Copied from OOC upon request...
Sitting in a local bar, Bananaman enjoyed his Scotch... He drank a glass of it and slammed it on the table. He waited a little, relaxing as the poisonous mixture burned its way through his organism to destroy his liver... Or whatever bananas have instead of a liver. Then, a person next to him sat and ordered a banana-split.
Bananaman peacefully ordered another whiskey, drank it, got inside his giant robot, blew that guy's head off, saw the bartender take out his shotgun, grinded him with his robot's hands, burned the place down, went out, got in a minor misunderstanding with the police (which ended with 382 dead civilians, 64 dead cops, 12 exploded cars, 5 destroyed tanks, three dead superheroes and a mudstain on Bananaman's robot) and went home.
At home, Bananaman turned on the adult channel, remembered he's no longer human, cursed the world, sworn to make a porn channel for bananas when he takes over the world, entered his robot again, put a Guns&Roses cd in the cd-player and went out to set loose the animals from the city's zoo.
Entering the zoo, one of those young irritating people whose number of zits vastly surpasses his IQ number informed him how he must buy a ticket in order to get in. Bananaman looked at him and, admiring his stupidity, decided to leave him alive.
Then he changed his mind, took the guy with his giant robot's arm and dropped him into the crocodile exhibit. Crocodiles were rather grateful.
Bananaman continued on, ignoring the screams, and didn't even notice he stomped on some security members who tried to stop him.
He went into the monkey exhibit and killed them all, finally getting revenge for years of torment of his brethren, and let all other animals go. Except for the zebras. He left them in their cage and then made fun of them.
Some kid came along and said how Bananaman is a bad man. Then a lion ate him and Bananaman was glad about it.
Looking proudly the chaos that he seeded around, Bananaman stood at the center of the zoo and started singing "Welcome to the Jungle" (by Guns&Roses of course. If you never heard that song before you deserve to choke in the cold vacuum of space). However, his robot's batteries got low and it shut down with a defeatingly poor "beep" sound.
A cop climbed up his robot and entered his cabin. Although he was faced with a heavy technical problem of handcupping a banana, he succeeded in that. However, he didn't know that Bananaman was skilled in the Brazillian combat skill of Capoeira. He broke the handcups and attacked the cop using all the skills he has learned.
Unfortunately, no matter how skilled Bananaman was in martial arts, he was still a banana. He was finally defeated by the cops and sent to a maximum security prison, to await his trials.
Luckily for Bananaman, a large part of the constitution couldn't be applied to fruit (especially bananas) and he was set free, under the condition that all of his robot's firearms are removed.
Pissed off and nervous, Bananaman added "exterminate judges" in his "to do" list, sat in his (now rather crippled) robot, remembered he forgot to buy new batteries, bought new batteries (Duracell, always Duracell, as he likes their commercial with bunnies), and turned on the engines. He decided to go meet an old friend of his, Dimitriy Kickassov, who was an ex-soviet general and who could give him some weaponry on lower price. "Next stop, Russia" he said to himself...
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KnightDougal
Bad-mannered
Famous Hero
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posted January 27, 2007 10:19 PM |
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Vodka (Klaus also knows as Vodka) goes to a Tavern.
Vodka: Give me the best beer!
Mafia Nember: *talking quetly* Who is him?
Mafia Leader: *talking quetly* He is Vodka, the terrorist *(Stupid mafia knows Klaus as Terrorist, Klaus is a priest)*
Vodka: *Summon a full flass of Vodka. Get the Vodka from, kill the mafia with it, become normal again, drink antidote and teleprot away*
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KnightDougal
Bad-mannered
Famous Hero
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posted January 28, 2007 05:14 PM |
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Klaus coming to the Secret Agency (if you don't liek the post nofity me and I'll delete it).
Secretary: Who are you? (*the secretary already have got husband, a very ugly man*)
Vodka: I am Klaus.
Secretary: Okay, I know, here you go agent.
Vodka: *The secretary is a youn lady, so Klaus can't refrain from touchign the butt of the secretary (he will touch the butt of the others too, but later), so he touch it in secret, than he go next*
Agent: Helo Klaus, I waited for you!
Vodka: Helo. So what is the mission?
Agent: you know there are some pesky vilains who wants our money!
Vodka: I know.
Agent: And do you know Woock, right?
Vodka: yes I know.
Agent: There are many vilains, do you know some of them?
Vodka: I know.
Agent: Your mission is to get back to your home and wait for the Hausewiwer.
Vodka: Hausewiwer
Agent: Yes.
*Vodka accept the mission and go away. Later, he meets another group of mafia nembers*
Mafia Nember: Hey, hey, Klaus is there! Let's get him!
Vodka: *Summon a Glass full with Vodka, drink it, and turn into Vodka from. With it he kills the Mafia nembers, and turn back to normal from, drink antidote and go away*
*Klaus arriwes to his hause. He have party in it, touch the butt of all women who came there, and do flirt with all women there in secret. After the party has been done, Klaus go the sleep. He keeps the mission to tomorrow. Now some of the ladies who was at the party, the husband of them see the ladies do not think about him. He see the women think about an other man, who is more beutifly than that husbands.*
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MightyMage
Honorable
Legendary Hero
of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
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posted January 31, 2007 06:59 AM |
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Another day another dime...or in this case another girl as was the often the case for John Mighty. Once again he was asked by the mysterious Woock to retrieve more agents to join his elite force of sexy crime fighters.
After weeks of researching potential new additions he had finally settled on three who fit the bill perfectly. His first target was known only as Iris. From what he had seen, not only was she tough as nails but her beauty was definitely of Angel caliber.
Hmmmmmm, GPS says she's on this street. At a game store? I hope this is the right girl.
Sure enough there she was. Another thing to take notice of the the unusual fish headed man nearby. He pulled out his new Blackberry DX (not yet released on the market) and snapped a photo of fish head. Now to capture the girl.
Let's see. Tranquilizer gun? Check. Tazer? Check. Baseball Bat? Check.
Here's the rope....and....awwwwww screw it. OUT OF MY WAY!
YOU!
After the deed was done, John Mighty checked himself into a hospital to mend his broken arm and several burn marks caused by his own tazer. Iris was securely locked up in one of the many hotel rooms owned by Woockardo Inc.
He could barely remember what had happened but somehow he had managed to knock her out and toss her into the back of his inconspicuous rental car.
After a bit of healing the next on the list is called Kooka. Maybe I should hire some help...
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Though I must still bow
in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
want to be! - OhforfSake
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