Planet-Killer
Inside the ship.
"Activate the mag harpoon."
"What're we gonna do with it captain?"
"Return it to it's owner."
The crewman grins.
"With all due pleasure."
The ship uses the harpoon to guide the wrecked sat into a crash course with the immediate are where everyone is.
Shameless Self-promotion ho!
The thing with the red gold crown.
The satellite began to turn cherry red as it entered atmosphere, but unfortunately it was lining up with the demon.
I quickly fly away from the impeding impact site.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
...
Hmmm... tricky.
I use one of my many powers. I choose Song.
I choose a song that resonates with the frequency of steel.
It works as steel-based structures cave in.
HAHAHAHA!
I use "Music Snob constructive criticism"
Hello everyone.
interesting. The snob... appears to be...
I use blackmail!
I have my friends at Sony Records on speed dial. I'm going to make your favourite band go mainstream.
Message sent.
I'm not a monster.
That's precisely why I've BLOWN UP SONY HQ!
Seven barrels of Laser Death.
The thing with the red gold crown.
-Leads army of zerg into a an epic assault.-
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
The thing with the red gold crown.
I cast revive on this thread.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
-just then a portal from the void opens, causing out of it several magitec powered ships. The flagship is leaded by his imperial highness, Emperor Aile of the House of Dhoo.-
"Prepare the cannons! Cause them into dust! Conquer them all! ALL HAIL BRITANIA!"
ALL HAIL BRITANIA! ALL HAIL BRITANIA! ALL HAIL BRITANIA! ALL HAIL BRITANIA! ALL HAIL BRITANIA!
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.
OPEN FIRE!
Hundreds of thousands of litres of blood rains from the sky.
TAKE THAT!
"THAT DOES IT!" cried Aile in a loud voise "UNLEASH THE GIANT FLYING SQUIDE!"
-A gaint flying squide is seen flying pass Aile of House Dhoo's fleet.
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.
The thing with the red gold crown.
-Philosopher stands on the edge of a ion powered ship the size of a train car. I push the bomb off and towards the people and ships below-
Bombs away!
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
The Chew Toy of Gaming
*POOF*
Say hello to the ground, Mr. Philosopher.
*smacks Philosopher off the ship with a jug of fruit punch, then summons the Orbital Hawaiian Cannon to unleash its HPL (Hawaiian Punch Laser) upon the unbelievers*
edited 1st Jan '12 8:24:29 PM by DragonGeyser
Lampshade Hanging: It's a lifestyle.-the gaint flying squide nears the feild of battle-
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.
T̡̮͍̦̫̭̠̩̮̳͙̈́̏̾̉ͩ̍ͧ̓̎ͨ́ͅo̶͕̞̠͈̘̩̻̦̦̦̫ͧ̈́ͦ͘͢ ̸̛͍̯̜̻̝̬̯̻̺͕̭̪̜͔̤ͣͦͭͨ͋̏͑͒̚î̴̡̢̢̩̖̩̝̦͙̟͉͚͇̝̙̞͛̎̽̂̏ͅn̢̢̲͎̗̖̩͂ͧ̓̎̾̍̆͌̇̾̈́̄ͦ̈́́͢͟v̥̜͕͕̳̤̺̼̭̥͔̱̼͍̻͙͕̤̂̏͋̄̋͋̿̒͜͝o̵̤̺̟̭͖̫̮͈͉̘̩͙̳̙̞͍̝̤ͫͫ̍̎ͤ̍ͩͩͣ̋ͭ͘͠k̷̢̜̳͍͈̬̥̹̺̜̩ͪ̂̍̇̂̐̇ͤ̎ͯ͊͛e̴̱̼͇̭̖̳̣̼͔̮̤̦͇͍̤̹̬̣͐͑̏͛̇ͬ́̀ ̸̴͇̟̬̾̿͆ͤͮ͊͑ͦͥͅt͉̩̹̄̈ͭ̔ͫ̍̓ͨ̓ͬ̀̎ͨ̔̋͋ͬ̚̚͟h̢̢͇̞̝̪͙̭̝̄̽͛̒ͨ̌̈ͧ͑̔ͫ̋̐͒̉e̵̴̛̖̻̖͉̣͈̘ͦ͛̓̒̏͌͗̉͘ ̴̵̶̹͇̹͔͕̦͎͓̻̲͇͖̻̦ͬͫ̉̋͢͟h̡ͦ͒ͩͣ̐͂̇͊̃̽̔̃̒̊ͫ͂̍҉̵͈̰̲̺̼̣̣͙́͟į̴̡̧͎̺̞͙͕̗̪͚̻͚̫̘͇͈̗̬͔͌ͤ͆͛̿̀͛͊ͧ̑̄̾ͅṿ̸̢̳̯͇̻̰̰̖̒ͯ͗̌̈́ͩ̊ͭ̂͒͗͢e̸̛̛̻̫̫̩̱̪̦̹ͣ̈̇̑̈́̈́̈ͬ͊̈́͟͠ͅ-̜̮̤̭̳̫͇̖̲̺͎͙͉̤̩͉͊́͐̇̃ͤ̂͛ͦͤͯ̈́̓͗ͤ̚̚͟͜͡ͅm̹̹̼͕̲͍̣͖̲̭̝̱̅͒̏̑͒̆̕͜͢i̵̵ͧ̃ͭ͐̉̑̒̄ͫ͊̽҉̯̠̘̱̯̼̖͙̬͙̪͕̻͇̖n̴͍̦̤̼͔͎͉ͤ̿ͬ̽̔̒ͤ͘ͅd̡̝̜͙ͨͧ̓ͭ̋̍ͨ̄̃ͥ̒ͫͪ̇́ ̢̧̛͉̯̖̭͎̠̠̭̟̤̅ͭͥͪ͒ͯ̎̍͒̆͘͝r̓ͪ̏̃̋̅́͢͏̸̟͈͕̦̞͜e̢͎̻̘̹̭̞̹̺̥͙͖̖̹͔͇̿̓̄̓̌́ͩ͞p̢̡͍̭̗̠̓̿ͣͣ͒ͦ̍͌ͯͣ̊͠ŗ̶͖̣̯̳͚̦̰͈̥̤̤̹̙̤̙͇̭ͦ̈ͪ̾͊͐͘͘͠e̷̢̡̜̺͕̟̬̤͕̣̥͙̟͖̠ͪ̑ͭ́̀̽͆̐̇̊̓͟͞ş̛̗̟̙̠̠̳̩̘̘̳͈̺͓͔̫̥̗̥͆̉̒ͮ́̊̎̆͂̚̕ȩ̟̺̪̍̓ͭ̇͐̅͒͌͗̋̀͆͐͌ͤ͗̿̀͝͠n̢̛̖̲͙̹̯̙̺̩̠̟͇̬͕͓̲̥̲̙ͩ̂̽͊͛̃͆̏͠͡t̶͍̹̘̱͓̰̼͎͓ͧ͒̿̆̕ͅi̸̞̬̘̜̩͎̮̫̭͙̖̙̼̟̙̯̠͉ͬͬ̈͒͊͞n̶̬̻͍̻̯̗͎̪̭͚͎̬̜͉̙͈̯̟̖͌ͫ̌̿ͭ̾ͩ̈́ͮ̎ͨ̅ͨͩ̊̚g̵ͤͭ͑̍̾̔͜͏͖͍̙͙̣͇͕̰̗̻ ̷̴̱̪̣̮̭͚̭̼̼͖̯̭̮̜̉̍̾̒ͅc̶̪͙̠̩͉͉̤̙̞̮̬͖͛ͦͥ̏ͨͧ̊ͣ̆̇͐̌ͮ̔̃ͥ̋͘ͅͅhͦͬ̋ͯ̍̓ͧ̄ͮ̆̋̓̈͗͐̀͏̭͇͍̥̺͓̪̣̙͎͍̱͚̞̭͜͡͞a̾̂͊ͯ̀̋̈́̍̃̈̀͠͝͏̴͉͚̱̘̻͔͖͍͕̖ͅô̴̢̑̂̉ͪ͆͑̎ͪ̈̈̌̕҉͉͕̪͉͇̩̝̰̭̱̬̪̠ͅsͤ̎̒͋͑̔ͫ͛̇ͮͩ̎̉҉̵̱͖͙̦͎̦͙̬̥̣̘͔͙̯̬̬̥̮̀̕͢.̨̲͙̳͉̩̠͈̠̝͙͓͊ͨ͐ͦ́ ̷̜̠̜̦̯̙̋̿ͦ̆̆̿̔́ͅ ̡͍̭̼̣̿ͮͫ͒͊̽̏ͨ̓̓ͯ͆ͤ͋͒ͤ ̭͙͍̫͖̳̼̭̪ͧ͆̎ͮͭ͊̊̋̆̃͆̍ͫ͑ͪ̀̀͠͞ͅ ̷̶͉̙͖̯̮͍̖̯̩͉̭̓ͦ͂͗̑ͮ́͘͝Í̸̴̝͔͎̗̫͚̪̻̺̖ͪ̾̂́̋ͭ͊ͦ̕n̡͇͉̱̭̹̰̰̼̪̈́̈͑̓̍͗̓ͧ́̚ͅv̇̎ͧͦ̉ͫͧ̓ͩͦ̋̌ͣ͏̛̲͍̗̤̯̘͈̳̣̯̩͈͚̩͓̼͜͠o̷̘͕̙̖̤̫̭̺̺̠̪̼̅́ͦ̓̃̓̀ͫ̎ͥ̏̄̏͂ͦͫ̔͜͟k͈̹̠̹̤̥̤̣͔͇̭̯̜̞̲͚̟̍̒͑ͬ̽ͪͩ̇̽̔̔̇ͬ͂̈́̑̀͢͠i̴̳̜̘̲̮̰̝̯̩̥̰̺ͧ͑̔͑͛̂́ͤ̿̎̀̚͘n̢̛͈̜̞̭̜̹͈̠͉͇̭̟̦͓̤͕͐ͧ͌̾̌̒̇̃͋̏ͦͪ͆̓̊͌͂͝g̗̼̗̜̠͓̮̔̽̈́ͭ́͘ ̴͈̫̲̲̆ͦ̐̿͛ͬ͆͌͑̒ͭ̈̽ͨͥ̽́͜͠ţ̌̋̉ͮ͛̀͘͏̖̙̣̟̮̘̪̗̝͝h̵̼͎̰̖͔̰͇͉̩͇͊ͥ̉ͦ̑̾̑̾̽̄̋̋ͫ̏̃e̴̪͇̹̠̤̖̱͚̞̬̜̦̞͔͓͕̙͌̓ͭ̒ͅ ̷̴̯̰̹̜͖̹͒̑̊ͭf̥̤̘͇͈̮͚̯̞̪̭̞̘̬̐̾̓ͫ͊ͪͮ̍͌̀͟͜͞e̷̛̤̫̭̥͎͓̍̌ͬ̇́͆ͮͦ̾͌̀̇̄ͬͫ͆̇͟e̥̜͉̝͍̻̜̭̲̠̫ͬ̇̎̀͘ͅͅl̵̡͔͙͙̻̪͍̹̘ͯ̈ͤ͌͒͛̌ͥͣ́ͯ̚͢ͅi̸̢̹̖̥̯͚̥̯̥͎͚͖̹͋̽̌ͧ͐̀̒͒̽̐͐̎̀͟͢n̴̮̪̣̭̙̜̱̪̥̯̹̦̥̮͐̎͌͛͛̓̉̔̉͑̌̆͘̕͜͜g̸̟͓̟̝̟̹̜̹̥̦͚̤̗̠̐͋́̕ͅͅ ̢̛̟̥̼̆͑͆ͬ̇͊͊o̷̪̰̺͇̪̬̖̥͋͐ͬͧͯ̑͐̒̂̿́̇ͨͤͪ̐ͦ̚̚f̸̛̥̫̞͇͕̹̫̤̹̎̓̌̆̂̔̌͂̆̉͟͝ ̨̊ͭ͌̍͊ͭ̏̋͋͏̖̖̤̻̜̩̦͉̻̣̲̼̘̜̦̱̯̻͜ĉ̨̢̧̛͎̥̥̯̙̬͓̦͓͍̦̟̦̝͌̋̄̑̌̒͛ͧͧ̔̅ͥͤ̅͝h̶̵̘̠̲͇̦͖̮̞̯̗̝͓̃̏̏̊͌̑̇̃͛̒̍̚͝ͅaͦ͐̉̋̈́̚̚͟͠͏͕̦̖̘̱͉̹̼ȏ̗͎̱̲̜̬͔͇̙̙̟͗ͣ̍̀́̚ͅs͋ͦ̓̒̒҉̧̞͙̺́̕͟.̵̡̫͔̳͍ͨͣ̓͋͌̊̌ͬ̅ͯ̈̏ͮ͛̿ͦ́ ̷̶̺̪̮͚̯͛̈̂ͮͯ̎̄ͥ͗͋̽̓̃̓̌̅̿͢ ̛̭̖̙̼̎ͨͫͯ̌̽ͩ́ ̶̵͉̠̘̟̙ͥͨ͋̆͋̔͢͜͝ ̅̋̓̅ͮ̆͑ͦ͏̨̻͖̝̙̠̳̦̪͖̥̖͙́͘W̢̨̋̓̐̒͌͆ͫͥͨ̀̔̾̿ͩ̾͏̴̸̳̹̞̪͇̩͔̜͖̤i̶̓ͬ̑͋͌̉̉̊̓ͫͧ̓̍ͤͩͥ̾͏̧̛̩͇̲̙̰̬̟͚̣̙̪͚͝t̴͗ͩͥͬ̌ͨ̂̀̐ͫ̔́̂͌́͗ͧͨ҉҉̰̝̖̤̹̺̫̜̺h̺̯͙̫̘ͩ͂̊̽ͥ̾̓ͨͧ̃ͯ̍̏͊̈́ͦͤ̾͡͝͝ ̢̭̼̖̳̗̤͕̦̤̱̝̮ͪ̏̓̋̓̄̃ͣ̄ͩ̆ͯ̑̇̊͢o̵̢̧̩̟̼̦͙̭̳̬̤̳͊͌ͩ̂͌͜ų̼̣͈̳͇͚̙͙̻͍̲͕̘͓̭̂̽̄̆̓̃̓̍ͮ̏ͅt̴̑͐̉҉̷̧̧͉̼̹͎̥̭̦̪̥ ̷̰̬̘̫̅̀̏̈́ͧͣ̉ͫ̀̕͞ǫ̷̧̭̲̙͕̹̘̠̦̰̰̻ͥ̒͛̈́̉́̌͟͝ŗ̸̶̷̺̫̪͔͓̻̹̲̻̻̞̤͉̲̗͑̓̌̂ͧ̌̔͐̒̑̓̎ͪ̅ͣd̸̩̖̜͖̙̭͔̤͖̯̽ͦ͛̋̾̃̅ͩͮͩ͝e̤͖̥̝̪̜̹̱͔͇͓͉̍̈͛ͫ̔͑ͣ̿̌̚͢͟͞r̨̨̼̪̰̝̫͍̱̫͔̘̙͖̤̣̮͖͈̅̎̋ͬ̂̓̍̔̊͐ͧͬͮ͂̂͒̈͘͢͝.̹͙̫̤̲̖̦̳͐̃͊ͣ͐̂̃̐ͣ̏͘ͅ ̵̡͛̐̏͊͢͏͏̘͎͓̺ ̸̺͍̣̺̰̰͕̳̙̤̩͍̫ͧ̃̔̈͌͒͗ͩͦͣ̍ͨ̒̆̚̕͜ͅ ̴̧̯̬͈̘͎̺̈͋ͬ͑͠ ̴̢̛̣͉̪͈̰̗̱̤͓͖͎̗̪̫̹̦̅ͯ̅͒̾̆͋ͪ̋̂̓͆́ͨ̆̏ͨ͞ͅT̵̜̪͕̼̜̜̺̬̥͔͔͕͍̼̭̭͒̀̒͌̓͂ͣ̉́ͦ͂͋̉ͪ̈͆̂ͮ̎̀͜͜ͅh̵̸̯͔͈̠̱̪̣̤̃̏ͭ̚͟͞e̶̛̖̳̲ͣ̓̑̇ͧ̓͋͑̍̔̀̌ͩͩ͂ͮ̚͜͝ ̢̱͉͎͇̖̘̀́̃ͮͮ͊͐ͧͩ́̈́́̚͟͟͠N̢̮̰̗̟̥̠̩̱̼̠͇̫͇̤͙̞͍̅͂ͥ̔͒͋̔̊ͮͧͭ̐͡ȩ̴̧̱͙̯̠̜̞̩̪̹̠ͥ͗̀̌͋͛̒ͩ̋̽̈̋̍ͫͫ͂̈̔̚͡z̛̗̪̥͓̜ͯ̈́̉͂̂̍̿ͬ͊ͯͪ̀̀̓̄ͦ̕͜͟p̜̫̺̼̜̦̩ͧ͌ͩ̐ͥ̈́͊̂͒ͨͤͮ̑͂̀e̶̷̵̴̛͈̟̗̐̑̐̿ͨ͗ͣͬ͒̚r̵̨̩̤̗̯̺̈ͫ̀̈́̈́ͬ̋͆͒ͣď̥͕̳̪͉͍̔͛́̚̕i̛̛̳̻̥̼͍͍̫̩̗̗̼̠̔̐͌ͣ̿̽̓̄͊̾́ͦ͌̎̚͡͡a̢̤̹̠̦͙̭ͯ̀̑͗̄ͭ̕͝͡n̸̡̨̙̩̦̥̜̼̟ͯ͌ͪͣ͌͆ͧ̾̅̔̓ͪ̊ͮ̌͜ ͌̂ͪ̉̈̆ͨͭ̆̍̈́͐͒̋̀ͩ̚̕͞҉͍̤̥͔͇͎̳͈̳̬̹̀h̢̠̘̩̖͔̠̫̜͚̫ͨ͒ͩͫͪ̔͛͋̄̾́͝͡i̴͇̼͎͚̪͈̦̔̓͑̃ͦ͑ͨ́̿͛͋̈́̇ͪͮ̚͠v̛͓͚̭̹̘͙̹̻ͬͯͬ̏͐̅ͬ̊ͥͨ̃̐̾͛ͬ̔ͫ̾́́́͟ͅē̆͛͑̈ͪ͏̴̨̙͚͚̩̙͍͇̬̱͉͓̠͜͝ͅ-̨̡̢̙̬̎ͣͭͩ͂́ͅͅm͉͓̲̰͈̼̻͔̮̤̩͉̬̦̰̏ͮ̅ͥͦ̋̿͌͑̿̈́̽ͭ́̕į̴͉͓̻͇̳̘͕͖̖̭͉̭͇̟̰̭̝̜̙͛̋̀͑͑́͘ņ̜͇̯̟̖̜̻̰̟̗̭̫̲̱̟̭̣̞̆̓ͩ̆͐̍̔̕͜͞d̴̢͕̰̰̙̝̩̖͚̪͈̮̝̹͇̘͙̪̘̑̂ͩ͋ͣ̿̿͊̑̄̎ͩ͂ ̵̶̡̘̰̙̬̺͙̲̜̖̦̙̜͉̘͍̯͈̗̍̏͊ͤ͒̑̒̈́̽̎͌̈́͊͂ô̄͛̊̐ͧ́͊ͥͧ̅ͫ̆ͦ͛͟͠҉̸͇̖̤̬̭͕̼̠f̵̙̳̥̪̟͚̞̻̠͛͒ͩ̋͋̒̃͘̕ͅ ̐͛̔͌̈͗̓̌ͣ̐ͯ̈́͐͊͐͘͠͏̶̥̖͎͙͕̣̟̫̺̻̬̪̬̙̭̞͓ͅc̸̢̼̝͈̥̻̥̙̭̺͍̻̘ͮͫ̒̎͊̏̑̂ͫ͐ͤ̃̿͘h̡̲̙̼̟ͨ̈́ͫ͛̓̄ͧ̎̌̈̇͜͝͞á̸̗̮͍͍̭̳̬̘͈͚̫̭͙̖̋͗̀ͣͯ͂̊ͪ̆͊ͪͭ͆̈́̚̕͘͢͞o̷̧͉̘̬̫̗ͦ̾̂̈́́͑͒s̶̟̰͕̘̺̦̱̖̱̥̈̄̌̂͊̊ͯ̍̆ͯ̆͒ͬͩ͌̓ͦ́̚͠͝.̢̼̺̳̠̾ͣ͊̈̄͌͞ ̶̨̛̯̯̠̻̖̖̜̲̙̩̠̼̰̫̳̙͌̀͊ͮͣͯ̌͠Z̽͛̽ͬ́ͮ̂̃̄̓̅ͧ̂͐̑ͫ͐̑́͏̻͎͙̝̻̝͔̟a̧̛̳͕͓͕̥̹͇̟̤̰͎̬̬͓͎͖̬ͩͫ̀͐̑ͤ̔̃̿̿͌́ͬ͟͝ͅl̢̢͂ͨͦ͒̓ͦ̉̄͋ͩ̇̐ͣ͑̉́̚͡҉̙̲͈̼̖̣̹̯̹̯̲̭̳̻̬̤ͅg̴̙̹̝͚͎̜̲̮̪̘͙̤̺̣̮͍ͯͨͮͭͮ͑̓̑̇̈̂͟͜ͅo̜̙̩̯̲͚̰̹̥̜͈̯̠̯̐̓ͣͥ̃ͧ͒̓̈́ͣͪ̒̚͞͠.̨̠̣̺̝̯̭͖͚͉̻̞̖̟̣͇͈̐̃̈́̀ͥͫ̀ ͭ̂ͨͥ͆̓͆̑̋̾͛͗͑͟͞͠͏̠͖̗̟̹̞̮̩̞͙ ̨͉̫̞̞̩̭͉̮̣͚ͯ͗̋ͨ͢͢͠ ͯ̎͗̏̅̒̈́͏̖̲͈̗̫̪̮̪̳̠̰̹͍͎̥͍͔̮͜ ̷̷̡̧͙̬̞̗̣͕̘̯̥͔̻̤͔̎̆̊ͮ͒͋H̶̛͍̫̜̭͍̳͓̬ͥ͑̎͐́ͅe͚͓̭͍̠̳͎͕̘̒̅̿̈ͭͦ̒ͤͮͮͤ̒̑͊̃̈͘̕ͅ ̵̻̘̝̻͎̙̮̞̹ͭ͒͌̈́̆̊ͭ̍̿̉̉̈́̉̆͒̚͞w̏̿̿̅̂̈̿͏̦̬͙̦͓͍͜͢h̨̻̪̦̠͕͕̯͕̠̠̲͓̘̺̪̥̖ͦ̿̈͛̔͆͐̒̔͆̈ͩŏ̽ͩͯ͏̡̳̰͚̲̟̝̻͕͎̖͖͙͙̬͡ͅ ̸̴̖͔̥͈̰̮̬̝̝̘̳̫̘̝̬̞̦̲ͯ̿͋̋͂ͬͯ͌́́ͯ͟͝Ŵ̴̛̮͈̜͎̼̺̫̘̏̓̓͒̈́͒ͩ̚̚͟aͨ̎̔̓̆ͤͫͨ̎̈̉͂ͨͤ̅͋̚̚҉̧̭̜̤̤̪̞̳̰̦̣̳̬͕̫͠ȋ̦̭̻͓̙̰͇̯̍̍ͫͬͨ̃́̽ͨ́͢t̵̷̗͔͕̥̬͑ͯ͐͒ͤͮͪ̃̾̈́ͪͤ͂̕͠s̴̴̢̜̤̰̪̥͇̺̪͓̰͚̻̫͚͉͙͇̼̐̈͑͋ͤ͋̊̀ͅ ̴ͨ̿͛͊͛͋̇͂̾ͨ̚͘҉̱̼̠̤̥̱̲͚͓̤̖͇́B̵̺̠͓͔̺͛ͬ̄̐͗͗ͪ͐̊ͭ̾̇̋̄͞e̋̿̂̇͆ͬͪ̄͒̎͂̽̌ͮ́ͭ̎́͜҉̷̴̱͍͓̣̹͍͎̮̼̦h̓ͪͣ̄͑̒̀̌̒ͬ̑̊͐̒͊͂ͧ͌̚͏̶̧̲͔̱̜̀͞ͅi̴̯̝̳͈̲̰̻̼̝̰͔̲̻̞͚͙͈͖͆̈̋̾̏́̚n̸̨̤̻̤̜̝̖̞͎̫̹͍̝͉͓͕̯͇͎͓̑͐̉̓̆ͪͫ̽̋ͨ̅̊ͪ̌̚dͩͣ̽̋̎͆̚҉͏̦̲͍͇͖̰̯͖̣̯̯̜̹͖͇̞̫ͅͅ ̴̈̄̃́ͭͨ͛͏̵̧͖̥͚̪̦̼̤̰̩Tͨ͌̑̃ͯͨͣ̐̕҉̙̗̲͔͖͕̳̭̼͘͟͟ͅhͤ͂ͮ͊͊̈ͤͤ͛͆͂̇̾̓ͪ̏́̚҉̰͉̻͈̫e̢̢̹̬̝̱̺͎͈̞̼̟ͧ̒̇ͭͭ̍̀ͤ͊̋͛ ̨̠̜̰̝̭͔̗͍̥̟̮͙̠̱̠̐̽̅͋̇̊̆̇̿̑ͬͥ́̽̃͂̂̓ͤ̕W̢̨͓̻͉̬̜̃̓͛ͮͥ́a̢̨̠̰̦̦͉͔̣̭͙̫̻̩̦̹̯͍͇̺̼̒̑͆̆ͧ̔̃̌̋̍̇͒ͨ̓̇ͣ́͘l̶̤̯̲͇̺͇̠̣̳̼̼̘̗̳̘̘͕̪ͪ́ͪ̏͗̍̅̌̂̆̑̈́ͩ̈́͑̕͟͡͡ͅḽ̥̣͕͕̼̭͈̠̔̃ͬ̒͜.͙͍͍̠̱̩̩͔͓͈̼͙̾̅̍̀̑ͭ̆ͤ̃ͫͬ̋́̚̕ ̢̠̤̤̣͓̮̽̃̎ͪ͋͞͡͡ ̧̀̈͆̐ͨ̓͑̑͢҉̟̖͉̼̣̬̣̲̘͔̠͘͘ ̡̘̪̘̣͍̤͉̻̜̗̘̹͉̦͔̮̮̣͗͗̄̍͑̿̒ͥ́̑͡ ̵̴̤̭͍̺͇̻͖͉͇̻͉̩̗̯͍ͦͫ͋̎͘͝Ẑͤ̑̀̽͆͂͏̡̺̥̗̳͍̥͇̜̙͜͠͞Ą̵͔̘̥̽̾ͯͭ̅͗̅̐̓ͭ̾́̀L̃͊͂͌ͤ̄ͤ̒̀̂̌̒̿̓͆ͪ͋͑͠͏̟̫̙̻̙͎͖̞̹̹G̵̡̢̖̼̹̙̙̥̥̠̫͙̹̗ͭ̐͑̆͌ͮͦ̾̃̓͜O̧̨͉͇̺̬͙̻̦̘͔̞̟̾ͫ̋̏ͯ̾͐̄͂ͮ͆͂̄͌̏̊̓̕͡!̑̾͂͂͛ͥ̒ͭͪ̄ͧ̐̾̄҉̶̛͙̥̦̳͚̠̮̼̕͠
edited 2nd Jan '12 11:49:22 AM by Eventua
'80s TV Action Hero
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The post number of the beast.
Ded
Go you GODDAMNCOMUNISTNAZIHIPPIES
edited 2nd Jan '12 6:59:59 PM by eternalNoob
If you wanna PM me, send it to my mrsunshinesprinkles account; this one is blorked.
-A Steampunk Assault Carrier lands, pouring out hundreds of Old Guard with Hotshot Lasguns-
This is what you get once you combine my interest in history with speculative fiction, lupercals!
edited 2nd Jan '12 8:21:22 PM by SantosLHalper
The thing with the red gold crown.
-Lands on carrier-
Zalgo is coming.
-Weird steel container with a reinforced door lands behind Eventua-
He's here. .......Run!
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
Hohoende, kudasai!
I use the power of a garbage can lid to protect myself.
Everything is a lie.
I build a gun that shoots light, frying your eyes out.
At the heart of the world...
I cast Protastia and Herakles on myself, then set up a 30+ combo with my sick +120Phantom, +98Light, +25Fire Excalibur.
Into Oblivion
(A voice comes out of the sky.)
(Suddenly, TMI slams into the ground, making a large crater. The usual Xion plushie is accompanying him, carried by his right hand. He gets up and summons a truly massive gun.)
TIME FOR SOME DAKKA
please call me "XionKuriyama" or some variation, thanks! | What is the good deed that you can do right now?
Not a Cat
I begin performing a horribly complex (and easily interrupted) summoning ritual
edited 19th Jul '15 11:50:07 AM by raekuul
In short: TV Tropes Is Not Your Porn Stash
-The satellite attempted to propel its self out of the way but was hit be one of the missiles. It took quite a bit of damage, but was still operation abet it was now out of orbit and the boosters were not working as well as before with the solar panels blown off.-
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.