Hey
As I am about to put the hat on, a rabbit jumps out and bites me on the head- it was a magician's hat.
I run around screaming and, as I'm not watching where I'm going, run into a wall. The wall falls over and squishes me.
The next poster is egging someone's house.
edited 16th Jan '11 1:09:41 PM by Slouch
The egg ricoches off the house, lands on my face, and starts devouring it.
The next poster is having tea with Cthulhu.
Usually here.
Your army sucks.
The tea is actually Shoggoth blood...and Nyralathotep shoots me in the back of the head for the lulz.
You are grocery shopping.
edited 16th Jan '11 1:16:40 PM by Neo_Crimson
Sorry, I can't hear you from my FLYING METAL BOX!
I go through the produce section. An apple glides towards me and I explode!
The next poster is at a Sandvich picnic.
I now go by Graf von Tirol.
Show an affirming flame
It turns out the Heavy doesn't appreciate others eating his sandvich.
Next poster is flying in a Huey, Ride Of The Valkyries blaring.
edited 16th Jan '11 1:20:56 PM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.
Hey
I fall to my death as I have no idea how to pilot a helicopter.
Then a bear takes a dump on my burning corpse and I explode for no reason.
The next poster is baking a cake.
edited 16th Jan '11 2:51:19 PM by Slouch
The cake is loaded with TNT, I die in the explosion.
Next poster is Batman.
"Batman! The Joker's coming!" "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.... I don't wanna!" "Batman, he's gonna kill us right now." "But I'm tired!"
The next poster is playing Psychonauts.
Usually here.
Hey
Lightning strikes my house and I am teleported to Whispering Rocks camp, where I am promptly mauled by telekinetic bears.
The next poster is watching a stupid video on Youtube.
edited 17th Jan '11 4:32:24 PM by Slouch
I watch a Garry's Mod machinima, and a heavy jumps out of the screen all the sudden and guns me down.
You are playing Amnesia The Dark Descent.
edited 17th Jan '11 4:33:55 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.
THIS SHIP IS NOT YET FINISHED SAILING.
A [[Mine Craft]Creeper] appears behind me. RESPAWN?
This page is taking too long to load.
Ironic, huh?
To Object or Not Object?
The page literally takes forever to load and you die of old age.
The next poster is in India.
It's more frustrating waiting for the asskicking than the asskicking itself.
Believe
I get eaten by temple rats
The next poster just met my avatar
"You've got your transmission and your live wire, but your circuit's dead." - Media
Show an affirming flame
If half of the forum impressions about Miss Gretel there are true, I'd have shot myself before she and her brother can "play" with me.
Next poster is trying to MST Christopher Paolini's works.
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.
To Object or Not Object?
My brain would rather shut down than to read his works.
The next troper is encounter by the Luggage.
edited 24th Jan '11 4:17:55 PM by MrPastry
It's more frustrating waiting for the asskicking than the asskicking itself.
Show an affirming flame
Oh look, a chest full of gold pieces! It's mine now OH GOD THE PAIN MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP
The next poster is only a few turns from ascending.
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.
I touch a cockatrice without gloves.
Next poster is the player character of You Have To Burn The Rope.
To Object or Not Object?
The chandelier falls on me as well.
The next troper is attacked by turkies.
edited 24th Jan '11 4:33:34 PM by MrPastry
It's more frustrating waiting for the asskicking than the asskicking itself.
Jamais vu
I piss off the white witch.
The next troper is growing a moustache.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
To Object or Not Object?
Already there!
The next troper is attending Mook Tryouts.
It's more frustrating waiting for the asskicking than the asskicking itself.
Hey
I am killed by the Five-Man Band just minutes after getting the job.
The next troper is eating bacon.
edited 25th Jan '11 12:16:56 AM by Slouch
I eat so much, I get addicted and start injecting syringes filled with bacon in my arm. Then I die.
Next poster is being oh-so adorable.
edited 25th Jan '11 7:53:40 AM by AwesomeZombie22
Usually here.
A nearby girl comes and hugs me to death.
Next poster just hugged something to death.
This space for rent. Cost: your soul.
It's Klatchian Coffee. As a result of going knurd, I perceive reality as it really is, go mad, and hurl myself off a cliff.
The next poster is buying a hat.
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.