dragoonson

to be totally honest this isn't great. All it is, is 3 photos and a render sliced together. :| But admit it,you lol'd at Bush.

I'm still waiting to get the image tags from my dad >.< Let me check if I have them...and hotmail DNS fails...great.

I liked the Mr. T reference tbh.

That was gay.If you did the dance I'm going to take a flight to wherever your school is.I'll buy guns and when school opens I'll go Virginia Tech on yo' rump. On my last day of school last year I Rick-Roll'd the class,including the teachers via Bluetooth.I changed the title to the song that they wanted and sent it to them. This year I'm planning on using Chocolate Rain...

4...hundred.We win noobs

When I go to places with free refills I eat salads.

2 in a row is pretty funny tbh :lol:

No, I'm just weak of stomach. :( Oh, wait... what does constitution mean? :lol: Constitution-The stat in D&D that increases hitpoints.You know,you roll against Cons for drinking. Generally,its used for frail guys,but I like to make you sound weak.

I like the contrast of styles,very nice!

Vladmir walked back to the cell he shared with Hawks,he was slightly bored,and he had a small stash of weapons there.Arriving at his destination,he squated by his bed,removing a tile under it.Choosing a crossbow and a few bolts he had fashioned from the trays they gave, (Mythbusters!) he walked to the entrance.Turning his head to see if any zombies were coming,he noticed a man,a live man standing dangerously close to the land mine,knocking on the door. "Hey,careful!"He called out."The land mine is for zombies,not humans.If you die I'm looting your corpse and using you as zombie bait."(Thats you,Blackbeard) He loaded the crossbow and had it ready,in case he was hostile.Vladmir ran to the gates,opening them,still ensuring the land mine was not stepped on.

Now you forgot to lock it lol.

Thats like saying "I think I can give birth.Now all I need is the absence of penis and a boyfriend. Personally I'm trying to convince myself to go to sleep.Damn I'm a tough cookie

Aboot there...

-Begin part 4- After taking three hours to walk the full 30 yards back to camp, backpacks now empty from eating all the Chicken Klorrs, the pair finally returned. Adjusting their armor to look messier, and trying to look like they didnt just eat 24 Chicken Klorrs with three hours, they feigned a limping gait into the camp. Captain Dingle, who regardless of his commitment to stay behind was on gate duty, came running. By the Holy High Pony, what happened to you!? Am-ambush! Hawk stuttered to make the words leave his mouth in a fake state of shock. At least twenty of them, Captain Brayen added, hoping to maybe get a medal of honor (pronounce [garden tool]-nore) or two. But dont worry, we took care of them. He added hastily, in case the Captain decided to send a party to search for them. The men were not exactly cowards, as shown by their actions, but it was highly likely they had just been around the others too often. By others I meant rowdy recruits. Such behavior is not really good for corporals, but what do I know? Im just the typing narrator. (Actually, I know tons, but care, who does?) The men took out the information they had gathered from their pockets, handing them over to the Captain. Very well Corporal Hawk, Corporal Brayen. Were going to have to do something about the loss of eight men, but otherwise youre in the clear. Were going to reproduce these, and give them to the battalion commanders, in case after all these years youve forgotten. Captain Dingle dismissed them, and headed back to his tent. Placing them on the chest that was acting as his desk, he went to his shelves, apparently looking for something. So suddenly I almost soiled myself typing this, a voice called out to Captain Dingle from one of the shelves. Strangely, the Captain seemingly did not hear it, and could even walk out of the building without a single facial movement. Minutes later, a Crusader Private and a Templar Private approached the building, for a dare. Entering, the Templar stood, and said Go on man, its your bet. The Crusader nodded, but stopped. The same voice I had heard earlier was speaking to him, but too softly for me to hear. For some reason he said yes, I agree to your terms, picked up a knife and slowly stabbed himself. The Templar, slightly afraid, offered to wait outside. Too late, the Crusader doubled over, screaming in pain as feathered wings began to grow from two of the cuts in his back. The cuts in his neck turned into gills, if he ever wanted to go, I dont know wreck-diving? His nails sharpened and his pupils lost all color. The Templar started to turn and run, but the creature had lashed out, grabbing the poor man, flying off to the North-West, where the Kitty Raiders would probably be An orb, previously black, rolled onto the ground, devoid now of all its colorful, shiny splendor. Ahem, sorry. An orb rolled to the ground, devoid of color and smashed into the tiny pieces of glass that metaphorically represent life. Hearing the screams and a smash, Captain Dingle sprinted as fast as he could back to his quarters. About 3 yards (yes, I know how far a yard is. Its 3 feet right?) later, he stopped, panting and sweating profusely. He walked the remaining distance briskly, wishing he had his mount with him. Entering the building with his sword drawn, Dingle pushed brown hair out of his shining green eyes, scanning the room. Some how missing the colorless ball on the floor, he entered the room. A small clunk sound and a painful, throbbing foot later, a swearing Dingle sat on his desk nursing the foot, ignoring the orb for now. Thats right, pain in the foot beats colorless orb. After five minutes of swearing and oaths about the orbs mother, Dingle finally stood up to examine it. Ignorant enough not to know what it was, he ran to fetch a holy man, accidentally kicking it again on his way out. Tiring quickly, he sent a subordinate to do it instead, surprised at how fast and far he could run. Returning five minutes later (way faster than Dingle could have) , the subordinate was dismissed and the historian examined the orb. Though not before Dingle tripped over it again. Interesting. He said, looking at the ground beside the orb. It appears the ground is made of soil. No, fool! Dingle corrected, reminiscent of a black actor in our world with a bohemian hairdo. I meant the orb! Oh! The historian realized, glad that it was something he actually knew about. What a relief! Shut up fool! Okay, okay, geez. Finally getting around to looking at it, he took of his eyewear, realized he couldnt see without it, and put it back on. Oh boy. This is one of our relics. Well, used to be. This is the Poltar Orb. Well, used to be. There is a demon trapped in here. Well, there used to be. Pissed, Dingle slapped the historian. Cut out the used to be s and tell me what that means! It means were screwed, Captain. The demon Poltar has been released -End Part 4- I thought it would be an interesting turn of events,and besides,he does play a big role in this too.

Not yet.Still underage.At frikking 17

He's right you know.Look at any of Gin's rants and you'll see its well thought out,and theres not "stop complaining" from any one mature enough.We repeat the same idiotic arguments because you guys repeat the same idiotic complaints.

Langzor is weak of constitution.If there's free refill I will drink like 3-4 LARGE (the biggest cup they have) cups of it,and fill it when I leave. Erm false advertising isn't a sin,its just illegal.The sins are "deadly" lol. Gluttony,I don't really care about.I'm thin enough to pass that.I'm scared of Sloth or Wrath.Good thing I don't have a religion eh?

Last of the Wilds-NightWish

Yuck.Our sand tastes horrible. As far as I can remember I never did stupid things,just said stupid things.Oh,except that time I was watching wrestling and tried to use the master lock on my brother.He didn't know what I was doing,or that it was me.He slammed me back-first onto the ground :ohnoes:

Hey,you made it innuendo-prone!(Its not siggy-fied yet lol) Yay I've been quoted in 3 sigs now.Though one has been removed...

Your current girlfriend being a blow-up doll. Depends on what she blows up,my friend :lol:

Hey Goddess have you got a child seat for the car?(By the way I should have the baby's pictures up in 2-3 hours.Trying to upload without USB ports is hell.)

One,unless your boyfriend/girlfriend doesn't mind,which is better for you,because you get double the hawtness... Oh unless you have STDs...Don't mate,really.I wouldn't cough into your food so don't send STD's into a potential girlfriend. Dragoonson can easily get 10 without them finding out,but he's too nice to his current girlfriend.

Now that you mention it I'm a little this appointed too.I could've been their Fresh Prince... Anyway,I personally have no pictures,the ones I took are in my dad's computer.So I'll take the ones on Max's Facebook.Max is the father,by the way :thumbsup: .

Pun? And lol,I love how you marched into that guy.I once did that to some kid who interrupted our training.He was laughing at us mock-marching.So I got my platoon to walk straight into him (he was really slow,and I forced them into a really quick pace :lol: )