the menacing, corrupt podcasting duo! Daryl Surat and Dave Riley, Dave Riley and Daryl Surat! In an attempt by these beings at taking away his poor, miserable excuse of a life, they try to push Nine into the hot, boiling lava under his feet, but Nine prevails! I don't know how, BUT HE PREVAILS! Then, after several minutes of idle activity by every person, pet and being in the room, and the people, pets and beings in the room adjacent to its south, but not the room adjacent to its north, which in turn is connected by an open wall with the southern room, someone sighs. Then, after a few more minutes INSANITY GETS LOOSE AND A PEBBLE FALLS FROM A STICK, which catches on fire! And water! An... sorry, Three Word games always seem to start my latent writer prowess (they don't exist, trust me) and my latent insanity (this does exist).
a beetle. It
EDIT: The above was written until my frantic attempts at hitting the keyboard produced nothing but typos and nonsense. More nonsense was typo'd than real words, so don't worry, English was not harmed during the birth, and death, of this carefully arranged symphony of idiocy.
One day in my big pants, Winsconsin exploded and zombies erupted from every orifice in the sky. It was raining men. Then, to save princess Peach from the Penguin Militia, he ran to the Dominion Tank Police and shot a giant raygun into Johnny Depp. Meanwhile, in Philadelphia there was something Dave and Joel were growing in the Dinosaur menaces' lair of the underground podcasting cult. It consisted of Rym, Scott, and Erin and Noah. They carried the portable blood shrine in order to kill the beast over the hills and retrieve the amazingly awesome piece of Elder lore. Unfortunately, the Lore was in a haunted insane asylum surrounded by horrible panda bear of blood and lust, candy and cake, and 4chan memes. So then Scott brought Rym to see the biggest, but suprisingly smooth mistake of his sedentary life. Luckily, Rym said, "You are Charles Barkley! The Chaos Dunk is your friend!" Quickly, the two pirate monkeys ran far, far away, into a cannon. Daryl Surat fired a clown pistol at the monkey, doing 32 damage to his eyes, with Mana Drain and First Strike.Daryl followed Scott Johnson to the anime club meeting where he did sacrificial fanboy eradication. The first to eat the large purple dazed cow found himself horribly triple dog dared. After having his girlfriend captured by the large cannibalistic squirrels. Fearing rabies, Jack Thompson bean building a super Nintendo, which he promptly sued for he is insane. Jackie Chan kicked every plot hole into the mass emergency transit system, where they killed the king of the known universe! Mario, of course the sub sandwich, and a pig played grim fandango with Gunpei Yokoi. This made them use their hard pandas to support THE OMINOUSLY LOUD AND OMINOUSLY BOOMING HYPER MEGA TROGDOR! Who then ate Jonathan Taylor Thomas and George Clooney. The beautiful young goth chick who clown pistoled your two podcasting heroes in the crotch, also known as the love station. They then yelled, "Wait, is that the dictator of all the polar marshmallows, wearing the merry-go-round church bell?" His hair was hats of fish! Three aeons later, gently glimmering against the trunk of Yggdrasil's massive presence, the child of yesterday, today, tomorrow, appeared and said, "Why should we go to R'lyeh and wake Chuck Norris from the stone slumber he pwned to death?" Just then, a shadowy figure appeared that was Dave, ready to kick Daryl in the mini trouser snake. Nurse Joy joins the Crab Nurse to feast upon the slain podcasters. Who then said, "EKANS, I CHOOSE YOU!" Then Daryl cursed Rym's hair to stop growing. And with that, the elephants of Deus Ex Machina, without warning, sued this very forum for some arbitrary three words game. WaterIsPoison quickly raised an eyebrow and called for his moon laser, which, when combined with his left shoe, became a Super Nintendo Entertainment System. Nineless appeared to do the moonwalk, but actually preformed banana splits in the twilight rain. Suddenly, out comes a beetle. It eats the ninja and creates some birdhouses in your soul. The end. Or is it...?
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(blame Omnutia)
Eh, TEH VULCANO OF DOOM!... damnit, still too many words.
the twilight rain.
a beetle. It
EDIT: The above was written until my frantic attempts at hitting the keyboard produced nothing but typos and nonsense. More nonsense was typo'd than real words, so don't worry, English was not harmed during the birth, and death, of this carefully arranged symphony of idiocy.
WE HAVE CREATED A MONSTER, thus far.