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No Godmodding Sere!

Master of your domain? I am Lord of the manor, Queen of the castle, King of the county!

 

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The only difference between a disagreement between friends, an argument between strangers, and a feud between enemies is the ability to reconcile.

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I pull a shortfaced bear out of my trenchcoat and hurl it at Grim.

 

I thenpull out retech and use him as a shield against the antena rain.

 

 

I then projectile vomit hydrocloric acid at Mather.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

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I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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Omg, don't godmod my attacks so that they miss!

 

Anyways....

 

 

 

I count how many crates there are.

 

I then divide that number by 0.

 

The implode and create tiny black holes.

 

 

They then start sucking in surrounding matter.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

[hide=Tifers say the darndest things]

I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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I eat the black holes before going into a space ship and returning to my homeplanet of canada from said planet I bring back the C.S.S. Long cat....

 

 

BREAKING NEWS!

 

TRAGEDY STRIKES CANADIAN HOME WORLD

 

At 11:00 AM this morning, the rogue planet Nibiru passed by Canada, creating catastrophic earthquakes and floods. The death toll currently is 20,064,489. God save us all!

 

-----------------------------

 

It appears that the C.S.S. Longcat is on its own.

SWAG

 

Mayn U wanna be like me but U can't be me cuz U ain't got ma swagga on.

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Wait, you're a building?

 

Dang.

 

 

 

I summon Cthulhu on you by sacrificing Retech.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

[hide=Tifers say the darndest things]

I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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You can't sacrifice a player you neither control or hold hostage. :shame:

 

A sheet of paper falls from one of my middle floors, while falling it turns into a large, red-hot, razor-sharp wall before landing(and lodging) between TTanT and Retech(too bad if you were holding him :twisted: ).

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Oh, Buzzy, I kind of inteded that accusation to be frivolous. After all, look at this game.

 

I get lured in by the prospect of candy and get stuffed in Ttan's trenchcoat.

 

 

You can't sacrifice a player you neither control or hold hostage. :shame:

 

A sheet of paper falls from one of my middle floors, while falling it turns into a large, red-hot, razor-sharp wall before landing(and lodging) between TTanT and Retech(too bad if you were holding him :twisted: ).

 

 

He gave me control.

 

 

Anyways, I never said sacrificing him would kill him. You assumed that. But I do hold him hostage. He's asleep and inside my trenchcoat. Also, no-one complained when I used him as a shield earlier.

 

 

 

Cthulhu eats the walls, attacks you, and smacks me with a tentacle, sending me to Florida.

 

I start wrestling with Alligators.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

[hide=Tifers say the darndest things]

I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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Ok, he eats some of my walls but cannot fight me as he cannot find me(unless he does indeed know I AM the skyscraper).

 

A door falls of it's hinges and in a puff of fairy dust a fusion bomb detonates on Mars, making walls appear in close orbit, falling down and taking the place of those Cthulhu ate...

And then the moon falls on Cthulhu's head before returning to orbit.

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Cthulhu gets hit by the Moon.

 

 

Congratulations, you've pissed him off.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

[hide=Tifers say the darndest things]

I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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I fart and all life on the sun dies.

 

 

I laugh.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

[hide=Tifers say the darndest things]

I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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I eat Cthulhu, then promptly vomit and run for my life towards Tokyo.

 

 

Gozilla appears.

The only difference between Hitler and the man next door who comes home and beats his kids every day is circumstance. The intent is the same-- to harm others.

[hide=Tifers say the darndest things]

I told her there was a secret method to doing it - and there is - but my once nimble and agile fingers were unable to perform because I was under the influence.

I would laugh, not hate. I'm a male. :(

Since when was Ireland an island...? :wall:

I actually have a hobby of licking public toilet seats.

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