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Post by Fender on Apr 16, 2006 23:59:30 GMT -5
Like the name says drop something on the person below.
Example: Fender- I drop 1000 rotten eggs on the person below Darth Wild- aaahh crap it hit me, *drops pillows and other fluffy things on the person below.
Get it?
okay
-drops 1.000.000 chocolate bars on the person below-
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Darth Wild
Devil's DJ
now you see me... now your dead
Posts: 100
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Post by Darth Wild on Apr 17, 2006 0:04:31 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]<calls you a bitch then drops a vibrator on whomever is unluckyenought to follow me[/glow]
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Post by Fender on Apr 17, 2006 0:05:27 GMT -5
*catches it, then drops it on the nesxt poster because it's vibrating*
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Darth Wild
Devil's DJ
now you see me... now your dead
Posts: 100
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Post by Darth Wild on Apr 17, 2006 0:08:49 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]<rofls to death and falls himself onto the next person[/glow]
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Post by Fender on Apr 17, 2006 0:11:22 GMT -5
*pulls out a tub of water to coushin his fall, and.. make him all wet. Then either the tub, him, or both fall*
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Post by DRybes on Apr 17, 2006 23:34:21 GMT -5
I think it was about 2:30.
The afternoon was typical, to say the least. The sound of a television whispered in the background, turned down just to the point you can still hear it, but not loud enough to comprehend any of the words. It didn't matter anyway. My mind was focused on other things.
The crash sounded like a Civic hitting the guardrail going about 70.
When I had finally finished coughing, the dust was far from settled. The room was a FUCKing mess. Broken boards and plaster littered the floor, and shards of porcelain were lodged in the walls. A large piece sat neatly on the bed behind me. As soon as I felt the blood slowly trickling down the side of my face I knew I had not been immune to the shrapnel. Not nearly as fortunate as the television. It remained intact, muttering softly while some scantily dressed model stroked a bottle of shampoo like it was a pet gerbil or something that she was showing off to her friends as she waved her digitally enhanced platinum blonde hair around like a flag on a windy day.
I felt the shard. It had barely missed my left temple. Better not to pull it out right now or it might start bleeding hard. Right now I need to figure out what the FUCK just happened.
I had seen many of the fancy commercials for Moen faucets. Now one such specimen lay at my feet. It was becoming more and more obvious that a bathtub had, in fact, fallen through the rafters of the roof and crashed through the ceiling into my room. So much for an ordinary day.
A cough and a few choice words emerged from under a piece of what used to be the attic floor. It lifted up and a young man crawled out. He was badly bruised and looked rather shaken. But he was dressed in the bosnian fashion. I had to assume this was in fact his normal demeanor. Well, that's good. At least he's not hurt. Just a sad person.
I walked calmly over to the desk and opened the second drawer. A few drops of blood dissociated from my cheek and spattered the papers below as my hand lifted them and produced a nine millimeter pistol. The ammunition was already inside. I raised my left hand and pulled back the hammer.
Gunshots on television are nothing like the real thing. He didn't say a word. He didn't have time to react to the small circle on his forehead which was slowly emitting smoke.
The shell casing was still warm when I dropped it onto the next post.
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Post by Fender on Apr 18, 2006 1:51:43 GMT -5
Bravo!
-steps out of the way of the casing with odd look on face, then drops a bunch of flowers on next poster for mourning-
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Post by JzvzFxqnd on Dec 10, 2007 14:25:05 GMT -5
*catches flowers and wanders around for the whole day REALLY REALLY HAPPY because she has a secret admirer who drops flowers out of the sky...thinks it might be God.
Dumps water on the next poster from the vase that the flowers were in.
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Post by Fender on Dec 10, 2007 19:55:31 GMT -5
*is wearing a white tee-shirt and gets all wet * -takes shirt off and throws it on the next poster
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