Thru the rubble, rustling is heard...

Shling - Ow my friggen head...
Shlong - Buddy, what happened?

standing up, and wiping off the rubble, they look around and notice the missle, still intact... It wasn't the missle that blew up...

Shlong - Dude, I am NEVER drinking here again. Tea gives me gas.

"oohh..." murmurs Snork the paramite as he
pulls himself from the rubble and dust from
the blast.

He gives a long, heaving cough (if paramites
can cough) and begins to walk near the crater
left by the blast, but is repelled by a
horrendous smell...

So, he calls from a distance, "Is that it?"
Not as a symbol of masculinity, of course,
but as not ready for another, most likely
larger, blast. Paramites are greatly frigh-
tened by explosions these days, as it's been
a while since the incident with the "BOOM"
machine.

"No more tea for me." he says as the smell
begins to fade away. He cautiosly steps
nearer and nearer to the site, trying to make
out the text on the side. The downside to
being a paramite: bad vision. Of course, he
can't read english anyway, but, still, he
guesses.

"What happened?" he says calmly once he is
close enough to Shling & Shlong...

Do you guys want to keep going? I'll post another situation soon.

(OOC: this one's been milked dry...)

Mark: *gets out gun and starts shooting people*

(OOC: hurry up before people start dieing)

"Oh... so you guys have sparklers?" responds
the unkowing Snork.

"Lemme see!" he yells as he jumps through the
air and tackles Mark playfully.
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:eek: I wasn't prepared for a shooting...

Oh... i almost forgot...

we can start a new situation or keep going,
I don't care.

I usually reply twice a day, except Saturday
and Sunday.

Mark: hey, get off me...
*takes a few steps back*
hehehe
*aims gun*
*starts shooting*

(OOC: you'd better get running...
hurry up, General Drippik, i'm getting bored)

Shling And Shlong are laughing, which gets everyones attention. There is a fire where Alf's used to be. The Tea machine still works, and Shling/Shlong are lighting farts. They see Mark fire at their new friend.

Shlong: Time to repostition and reload.
Shling laughs, then gets him another tea.
Shlong: Ready, Aim, FIRE!

A big fireball comes out of Shling/Shlong and sets Mark on fire.

Mark: ow, heeeeelp...
*runs away*

Blood sprays in all directions as several
bullets pierce Snork's soft hide. He does a
sloppy, unintentional back flip and sags to
the floor. X_X;
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Well, that's the end of Snork...
This was too fun to stop now. Come on,
Dripik! POST POST POST!!

^ That's what would have happened if I hadn't
seen Stuntman's post. SORRY.... let's start
again, shall we?
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Snork nearly dodges the gunfire as flames
leap into the air at Mark.

"YEAH!! EEEEEEEEE!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK
YOU!!!"

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Again, I'd like to apologize for the inconvinience.

Ok, new situation. There is a paramite stuck in the well leading to the paramonian temple.

Oh... I don't agree with this... oh well...
Are we going to make new profiles? I still
wanna be Snork... :(

Jack: awwwww, would you look at the poor little guy...we gotta help him/her...

Mark: let's just shoot it
*gets out gun*
i wanna see the sights...
little idiot, get out!!!

Tassie and Unula looks at Paramite.
Tassie: It's too far down to reach.
Unula: Throw me down, throw me down!!
Tassie: Why?
Unula: I want to jump on it!! And then laugh.
Tassie: To hell with this...
She throws Unula away and laughs at the paramite. Unula blows a raspberry and looks pleased.

Poor paramite

Shlig/Shlong and his new found friend see the poor stuck Paramite.

Shlig-Ummm... give him a Honey Bun or something...

HEE HEE HEE I agree with mark shoot it.I like watching this

Okay I can't resist I am joining too

Full name:Joe James
Age:34
Species:Fleech
sex:It
Job:A fleech does not have a job

Full name: Amanda Hugandkiss
Age:23
Species:Flying Slig
Sex:Female
Job:Vykkers lab boiler inspector

I shall start right now if that is okay

Joe:MMM lunch
Amanda:hey wait don't eat that poor paramite,it is stuck.
Joe goes to the well and starts to eat the paramite
Amanda:YOU B******,YOU PIG
Joe finishes eating the paramite
Joe:BURP
Amanda:you pig
Joe:Holly c*** I am falling,see you in paramoniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Amanda:HA HA,oh wait for meeeeeeeeeeeee

Joe's a little bastard.....

Amanda:Oh wait,I can fly,wait for me you pig I wanna see the sights too.
Joe:I know your on vacation and wanna see the sights but I wanna see dinner
Amanda:These paramites ain't stuck,you will get killed
Joe:I wanna go back ***starts shivering***
Amanda:Well we are nearly there,you can go back when we get there.

Shlig/Shlong look at Snork.

Shlig-That was pretty f***ed up right here.

Effed up all right. :D

***Joe returns to the two wells***

Holly F***** hell.Dinner is serverd.***sees a scrab and a paramite in the scrabanian well and starts eating***

Amanda:Oh now c'mon stop eating them before I have to blow you up.

Joe:Okay.I just hope noone rescues those two creatures.Because I am hungry.

Amanda :poor scrab.poor paramite.Oh well I will have to help.Ow that hurt stupid scrab.
***horribly wounded***

Amanda:Joe help me I'm dying
***sees Joe over eating some Mudokons***
Amanda:Oh crap.
***Joe comes over and starts eating Amanda***
Amanda:Nooooo
Joe:Burp,now let's get to the scrab and the paramite.But I'm too full.Ah I'll come back later.

***Joe comes back***

Joe:I'm not hungry anymore I know,I'll rescue these two creatures with my toungue
***pulls em out and then they start fighting each other***
Joe:holly crap,I'm right in the middle of this I could get killed.
***Scrab and paramite turn their attention to Joe***
Joe:Amanda help,oh yeah I ate her,none the less I'll bring in my new partner

Name:Terror
Species:Slog
Age:35
Sex:male
Job:Bone tester at boneworkz

Joe:Terror attack
Terror:Righteo
***It becomes a three way fight***
Joe:Who's winning.Oi Terror,now here's the plan,I'll go to safety,hello are you listning.Help someone stop this fight before Terror gets killed.
***sees Paramite wounded and sees the Scrab tired and sees Joe a bit wounded***
Joe:That a boy terror,kill that scrab.Oi anybody else up for a fight or to stop these creatures.Please Terror is not looking too good and if he loses,We will have a runaway Scrab or paramite on our hands.HEEEEEELLLLLLPPP.

(NOTE:I did this for 2 reasons
1.To give something to build on
2.To get rid of my old character and to bring in a new one.)

Joe:Hey Terror get out of there.
Terror :okay.
Joe:ahhhhhhhhhhhh runaway Scrab and Paramite help.***hops on Terrors back and rides***
Joe:Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllppppppppppp.
Terror:Okay I am in pain
Joe:who cares we gotta run
***Scrab goes after Terror and Joe while the Paramite goes after the rest of them

Ok here are my characters

Name: Mapple
species: Fleech
sex: Male
age: 6
Job: Glukkon pet

Name: See-more Butts
species: Glukkon
sex: Male
Age: 30
Job: Jrn excecutive

I Think its time for a new subject don't you think?

Yeh I have really tried to make something out of the really funny mistake I made

Kay. New situation.

All the glukkons have died of cancer. (Not the creatures in this RPG who are signed up as glukkons).

Joe:Woo hoo I dibs on being king of the world
Terror:And I dibs being head manager of all bussineses