08-29-2006, 01:45 AM
Me:and ive got a lemon to finish, bye!
Spam Wars!!!!!
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08-29-2006, 01:50 AM
*** SOME RANDOM ROOM ***
Me - *sits down on a couch* Him? Writing a lemon? That I gotta see...
08-29-2006, 08:08 AM
OOC: man I missed out on much didn't I?
IC: *after MOAB hit, along with Nuke* Fred in a radioactive proof suit: dang here I thought this was going to be anormal day with a regular paintball war... Sis in same clothes as Fred: what did you expect? this is a spam war after all. Kenneth darth vader like suit: *breathing like him too* Luke I am not your father!! LOL Grace in a suit as well: I think we lost him *monitor room in the mountain side (somehow)* Fred_18: well there goes the battle plan A, right *grabs CB radio* commence Order 65! Radio: commencing order 65 NOW!! *outside, warning Sirans start going off* Fred: RUUUNNNN!!! Sis: HURRY GET UNDERGROUND!! Kenneth: what's going on? Grace: GUILMON!! LET US IN!!! *pounding on under ground door*
08-29-2006, 08:10 AM
Me - *opens portal and sticks my head out* What are you lot blabbering about?
08-29-2006, 08:16 AM
*huge swarm of planes fly over head as the small group jumps into protal and closes it leavin Poke pimp out by accident*
Fred_18: *deep into the mountain than before* in three...two...one... *Planes drop MOABs, Nukes, H-Bombs, Napalm bombs, and what not*
08-29-2006, 08:24 AM
Me - *blink* Why you... *opens portal and all those that had just escaped go pulled back to land in a huge pile*
08-29-2006, 08:29 AM
who said you pulled us out of the right portal? *someone asked in the time space between worlds*
*walking out of mountain in a metal suit that is nuke proof* Fred_18: heh, I never used that before, wonder if plan 65 was too drastic...well not as much as plan 67-75.
08-29-2006, 10:07 AM
Fred_18: uhh...where did they go?
Fred: *pops up next to guimon in the hatch* maybe...how did you get us out of the portal? Kennth; yeah, I mean with all the armagedon and all that happened when order 65 was commenced.
08-29-2006, 10:38 AM
And I shoot everyone in the balls. When they all bend over in pain, I stop time, take out the bullets and repair their balls. Than I leave without a trace.
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