Tonstad39
God of wisdom
Drain the swamp.
Let's Make a Story Together... But we can only use 3 words each!
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- Start date
Fangs9090
Total Video Game Nerd
Then Shrek said
Scattered Ambitions
4,000 club
"the pupperino's are
Iryxa
NIGHTCORE 4 LIFE
Very unworthy of
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
The Puggerinos, thus
Mossino
This account is now unused and inactive.
"Living at all.
Axel The Englishman
The Holy Crusader
Became ultimately useless.
Scattered Ambitions
4,000 club
They hate themselves
slim
destroyer
so built walls
Tonstad39
God of wisdom
But, also built
Fangs9090
Total Video Game Nerd
a huge farm
(Sorry if I'm being picky or something, but this doesn't seem to be flowing quite like it did before. Might I suggest considering the previous posts before simply posting what you feel like?)
(Sorry if I'm being picky or something, but this doesn't seem to be flowing quite like it did before. Might I suggest considering the previous posts before simply posting what you feel like?)
Tonstad39
God of wisdom
On top of
Iryxa
NIGHTCORE 4 LIFE
A really bright
cadence
in a quiet garden
igloo that smelled
IctoraPost
You've got mail
of great summary.
Spoiler
There once was an estranged prince who had slain the dragon of California. Then, the Twin Towers fell and, unfortunately, he failed to realize that a terrible terrorist flew an airplane into the snake's tight armpits. Then he ate like a boss, for his real armpit was in the unimportant section. He then saw a talking cat being chased by an army of crazy clowns, who carried barrels of high quality memes in several wagons backed by several nude men.
This strange group was riding through a pile of the Twin Towers rubble when a great undead uprising happened – which actually was just a prank when they killed someone in the giant fruit bowl. Seventeen armed dogs stood up and attacked the prince. The prince cast an ice spell when the princess made a huge list of probable reasons why the ogres and dragons could cause a big explosion at what remained of a dormant volcano.
Meanwhile, an army was about to inspect a labyrinth, when the labyrinth laughed and said “Skrillex has a new restaurant called Bangarang Sub Sandwiches and everyone in the restaurant are a bunch of mingers and often try dining and dashing.” The army gasps. The labyrinth was awfully crazy because, due to its compound knowledge of SCPs, it had developed powerful steel traps, a sense of humor, as well as a really useless bona fide chicken sandwich that molests pugs.
“What the hell?” said the lycan while marrying Tonstad39, but in the dreams of a sleeping meme shitposter, which wasn’t actually real – only imagined. And so the prince ventured onward with a royal pug god thing to a new amazing castle with a blue male and elaborate fortifications. But, just then, the blue man welcomed the prince with his fists. With an iron blow, the prince found himself flying, before landing on a sack of fresh memes that bruised him and slew seventeen dogs.
The blue man baked some cakes and shouted, “Say, good sir, why don’t you take some of THESE!” before he fired all the cakes into the wall, triggering a stream of noise-directed dominoes, setting off an overly complicated system of explosives that not even the prince could hope to understand. The blue man brandished a stick, tried really hard, and failed miserably, only creating an infinite time loop.
Then someone came. The blue man riding a majestic Chocobo looked to the new guy and wondered who the peppermint cocoa wanted to meet. The blue man started a race in order to go and die for the prince, who was actually a magical unicorn. The blue man hit a car out of shock and pure desperation – he was failed and he cried.
But then the potato head king arrived from afar and died in a hole, but sent out a raging firestorm at the blue man, but he ate a cheeto and turned orange. But, alas! It was secretly a cheeto laced with arsenic and cyanide. It went flying towards the disoriented prince, who had an impressive stock portfolio and was eager to die alone in a princess made of pumpkins.
The now-orange pupperinos swirled around the orange man, who didn’t notice the totally crazy, running pupperinos who were now charging the prince of all peanuts twenty dollars. The big mansion was the home of the hard rods of the formerly blue gay bunnies which were dancing to “Down Under” by Big City F-Boys. The prince and the angsty pupperinos ordered pizza from the fat grandmam because they needed green blight potatoes for a sacrifice to save the innocent pancake villagers from the raging whirlpool of syrup.
The lumpy space princess tried hard to protect her lumps, but failed, resulting in sheer fuckery. Then, the pupperinos spontaneously combusted and left the prince of Saudi Arabia, the orange man, aka Donald Trump, and the recently elected president of the Mushroom Kingdom, Ted Toad-Hanson, all bloodied and dead. The tree sat in the ocean and they died.
Meanwhile, back in Germany, in 1939, the labyrinth army guarded the black SCP they had, shouting “SEIG HEIL!” The leader of the Nazis, thebuttplug1, spotted the army. The army gave weeping wooka balls to their leader, who patted the balls, then took a big piece out of one. Then the SCP spawned a horde of orcish intellectuals who promptly said “What are we AAUGHAGUH?!" The ork said as the angsty pupperinos began licking the seventeen-armed demigod. The orcs stared at the ork and then they all got chills from just watching the pupperinos.
Now the prince was looking around hell, being dead, while the other kept his capitol safe and sound. The orcs wrote a letter to the owner of the High King, concerning scholarships to the young and old within their homeland. The king decreed, “FREE PIZZA BAGELS FOR THE WHOLE COUNTRY OF RUSSIA.” Suddenly, a princess appeared, wearing a yellow banana suit and a caramel jumper. She had a glorious afro that housed chipmunks.
The princess went to the orange man and said, “Build a wall.” The orange man must build walls so he got a wall around the border of Mexico, so criminals wouldn’t get in. The orange man wanted to help the dead prince by attempting to taste his butter, which he thought the princess would fart a fart of doom of explosive proportions. Donald Trump’s presidency can suck my Tooty Fruity Booty while Hillary Clinton can read her bad feminist vibes as well as her red tacos.
Gary Johnson sent a jihad down my alley where a hotdog was a gun held by the orange man of the blue kingdom in Whiteville Land. The jihad emerged, but was missing from his bomb. The edgy music exploded out of his facial region. He gasped, “Put – OH MY GOD.” He cried, dying, so died crying.
The orange man screamed at many fake news reporters for reporting scandals he believed to drain the swamp. Then Shrek said, “The pupperinos are very unworthy of the puggerinos and living at all, thus became ultimately useless.” They hate themselves, so built walls. But, they also built a huge farm on top of a really bright igloo that smelled of great summary.
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There once was an estranged prince who had slain the dragon of California. Then, the Twin Towers fell and, unfortunately, he failed to realize that a terrible terrorist flew an airplane into the snake's tight armpits. Then he ate like a boss, for his real armpit was in the unimportant section. He then saw a talking cat being chased by an army of crazy clowns, who carried barrels of high quality memes in several wagons backed by several nude men.
This strange group was riding through a pile of the Twin Towers rubble when a great undead uprising happened – which actually was just a prank when they killed someone in the giant fruit bowl. Seventeen armed dogs stood up and attacked the prince. The prince cast an ice spell when the princess made a huge list of probable reasons why the ogres and dragons could cause a big explosion at what remained of a dormant volcano.
Meanwhile, an army was about to inspect a labyrinth, when the labyrinth laughed and said “Skrillex has a new restaurant called Bangarang Sub Sandwiches and everyone in the restaurant are a bunch of mingers and often try dining and dashing.” The army gasps. The labyrinth was awfully crazy because, due to its compound knowledge of SCPs, it had developed powerful steel traps, a sense of humor, as well as a really useless bona fide chicken sandwich that molests pugs.
“What the hell?” said the lycan while marrying Tonstad39, but in the dreams of a sleeping meme shitposter, which wasn’t actually real – only imagined. And so the prince ventured onward with a royal pug god thing to a new amazing castle with a blue male and elaborate fortifications. But, just then, the blue man welcomed the prince with his fists. With an iron blow, the prince found himself flying, before landing on a sack of fresh memes that bruised him and slew seventeen dogs.
The blue man baked some cakes and shouted, “Say, good sir, why don’t you take some of THESE!” before he fired all the cakes into the wall, triggering a stream of noise-directed dominoes, setting off an overly complicated system of explosives that not even the prince could hope to understand. The blue man brandished a stick, tried really hard, and failed miserably, only creating an infinite time loop.
Then someone came. The blue man riding a majestic Chocobo looked to the new guy and wondered who the peppermint cocoa wanted to meet. The blue man started a race in order to go and die for the prince, who was actually a magical unicorn. The blue man hit a car out of shock and pure desperation – he was failed and he cried.
But then the potato head king arrived from afar and died in a hole, but sent out a raging firestorm at the blue man, but he ate a cheeto and turned orange. But, alas! It was secretly a cheeto laced with arsenic and cyanide. It went flying towards the disoriented prince, who had an impressive stock portfolio and was eager to die alone in a princess made of pumpkins.
The now-orange pupperinos swirled around the orange man, who didn’t notice the totally crazy, running pupperinos who were now charging the prince of all peanuts twenty dollars. The big mansion was the home of the hard rods of the formerly blue gay bunnies which were dancing to “Down Under” by Big City F-Boys. The prince and the angsty pupperinos ordered pizza from the fat grandmam because they needed green blight potatoes for a sacrifice to save the innocent pancake villagers from the raging whirlpool of syrup.
The lumpy space princess tried hard to protect her lumps, but failed, resulting in sheer fuckery. Then, the pupperinos spontaneously combusted and left the prince of Saudi Arabia, the orange man, aka Donald Trump, and the recently elected president of the Mushroom Kingdom, Ted Toad-Hanson, all bloodied and dead. The tree sat in the ocean and they died.
Meanwhile, back in Germany, in 1939, the labyrinth army guarded the black SCP they had, shouting “SEIG HEIL!” The leader of the Nazis, thebuttplug1, spotted the army. The army gave weeping wooka balls to their leader, who patted the balls, then took a big piece out of one. Then the SCP spawned a horde of orcish intellectuals who promptly said “What are we AAUGHAGUH?!" The ork said as the angsty pupperinos began licking the seventeen-armed demigod. The orcs stared at the ork and then they all got chills from just watching the pupperinos.
Now the prince was looking around hell, being dead, while the other kept his capitol safe and sound. The orcs wrote a letter to the owner of the High King, concerning scholarships to the young and old within their homeland. The king decreed, “FREE PIZZA BAGELS FOR THE WHOLE COUNTRY OF RUSSIA.” Suddenly, a princess appeared, wearing a yellow banana suit and a caramel jumper. She had a glorious afro that housed chipmunks.
The princess went to the orange man and said, “Build a wall.” The orange man must build walls so he got a wall around the border of Mexico, so criminals wouldn’t get in. The orange man wanted to help the dead prince by attempting to taste his butter, which he thought the princess would fart a fart of doom of explosive proportions. Donald Trump’s presidency can suck my Tooty Fruity Booty while Hillary Clinton can read her bad feminist vibes as well as her red tacos.
Gary Johnson sent a jihad down my alley where a hotdog was a gun held by the orange man of the blue kingdom in Whiteville Land. The jihad emerged, but was missing from his bomb. The edgy music exploded out of his facial region. He gasped, “Put – OH MY GOD.” He cried, dying, so died crying.
The orange man screamed at many fake news reporters for reporting scandals he believed to drain the swamp. Then Shrek said, “The pupperinos are very unworthy of the puggerinos and living at all, thus became ultimately useless.” They hate themselves, so built walls. But, they also built a huge farm on top of a really bright igloo that smelled of great summary.
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Tonstad39
God of wisdom
The prince's remains
cadence
in a quiet garden
in Hell until
Iryxa
NIGHTCORE 4 LIFE
The now orange
IctoraPost
You've got mail
man goes to
mon dieu.
jeez-us loueez-us!
the louisiana bayou
Tonstad39
God of wisdom
And ressurects him.
cadence
in a quiet garden
The prince wails
Tonstad39
God of wisdom
as the demons
cadence
in a quiet garden
give him paper
Fangs9090
Total Video Game Nerd
but no pencils
