my bloody remains turned into a sword? :shock: i like that 8-)

 

 

 

anyway, you dont realise it but its also sliced off your left arm and leg. so your all RIGHT!(sorry bout the pun) so eventually you bleed to death and the gp regenerates AND revives me, but some noob gets to it bfore me :uhh:

You burst into flames alongside the noob. I now have the GP.

until your game starts lagging; and you suddenly get attacked by the evil chicken and die; I happen to be there so I picked up your remains and the gp

then you go to fight lessers, the sanwhich lady turns up, but your too slow in killing the lesser, so she teles u [hide]to the wildy[/hide] and then i come across u with full rune, full hp, when u also have full rune, and str pots that i can sense so i own u with one swipe of my 2h and swipe ur cash and armor and str pots (along with the deadly gp that was with the cash, to the bank i go :P)

YOU DIE :uhh:

Karma gets you back.

I argue with you

 

 

 

Me: "Gimme the gp"

 

You: "No"

 

Me: "Yes"

 

You: "No"

 

Me: "No"

 

You: "Yes, aww dang you tricked me, well heres the gp"

 

 

 

Woopee GP!

I kill you because your annoyingness annoys me. My gp.

 

 

 

Serious, that conversation was damn annoying. My killing was justified.

0_o Hey, I'm not that gullible.

 

 

 

You: Yes, you are.

 

Me: No, Im not.

 

You: Yes, you are.

 

Me: No, Im not.

 

You: No, you arent.

 

Me: Yes I am... damnit!

 

 

 

 

 

Well anyways, his ghost haunts you untill you go insane and drop it in a sewer.

 

 

 

Me training at Sewers: Hey, a coin- I'm rich!

A giant slime beast comes out and tries to play chess with you. You lose so badly you kill yourself, I now have the coin, I quickly teraform Mars and sleep on a giant mountain.

A slime beast that plays chess? ok, i'll play along....

 

 

 

Feeling cheated, (you got the gp and not it) the slime beast grows enraged. Seeing the opportunity to kill you, the gp uses it's magic to make the beast grow to an exponential size. The slime beast somehow out of nowhere produces a giant chess piece, whacks you with it, and shouts: "Check! Oh!" The chess peice does 99 damage and you die, and i somehow find the gp again, although i won't go into great detail, because i don't want to go anywhere near that.... thing....

Suddenly, a giant Gibson Hummingbird comes flying down onto your head. You pass out, and I take the gp.

EVERYTHING that has recently happend to the gp bearers happens to you, and you die one hour after the last 'punishment' in agony. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

 

 

 

I pick it up, and since im feeling suicidal, i hold on to it

I rise from the dead after being killed and vowed to get back that gp.

 

After hours of searching, I managed to find you and give you a vicious, cruel, angry and stern talking to.

 

 

 

While you were crying after my talking to, I secretly took the gp and gave you a roll of toilet paper. I run to Singapore.

While you were crying after my talking to, I secretly took the gp and gave you a roll of toilet paper. I run to Singapore.

 

Lol. :lol:

 

 

 

Oh, and I fly to Singapore, stab you, and take the gp. That's it. :)

I poke you in the eye with a camel... You scream in agony and I do it a couple more times. Then I take the gp and sleep on a nice, soft bed on my terraformed mars. I click a button to surround my base with cows trained to moo at any intruders.

I gave each cow free coupons for their next haircut if they would be quiet and I took the gp and went to the United States on a bicycle to watch Cow and Chicken.

Your lame attempts at humour brings the fury of a mob upon your head. You die.

I go to the FBI and become an FBI agent, borrow a laser and shoot you.

The gp sends subliminal messages into all of your inferior minds: Note that the gp is barely getting mentioned anymore, the people aren't really dieing anymore, and the gp isn't causing it anymore!! Ohhhhh..... subliminal......

 

 

 

Anyways, as you put your lazer down to admire your excellent aim, the gp of DOOM jumps into the lazer and messes around with it. You pick up your lazer again, and the lazer fires, reducing you to a pile of ash. The gp goes flying into the air from the blast, and eventualy falls to the ground and lands near me. Guess what I do next? If you said take the gp, you were wrong. I begin to show off my super disco moves, and then pick up the gp. Ha!

While you are disco-dancing, the Gp reflects light off of the disco globe, blinding you. You trip and fall. The Gp goes flying and gets lodged inside your throat, killing you.

 

 

 

During your autopsy, I cut open your windpipe and take the Gp. I then hide inside a perfectly sterile, purely oxygenated room, with the Gp.

Of course, who comes in that room but [dun dun dun] A. Randome guy! Now you can just call him by his first name, Alex. So Alex comes in, says "I am Random!", strangles you, and doesn't take the GP of doom. He puts it in a bag and hands it to me. Then I find a blue party hat on the ground.

You picked up the blue party hat, and put it on your head.

 

 

 

Another gp of DOOM fell out of a fold in the paper, was somehow attracted to the pocket you placed the other gp of DOOM into, and the two GPs cancelled each other out. The Solar System exists now longer... in its place are two halves of a gold piece of DOOM :o.

 

 

 

It's up to you to find them, re-smelt them together, and try to not fall victim to their doom!

I bump into them while dreaming of Trinity... put them together and then resmelt them down to use in the making of systems to put in some noob's frigate.

The one true gp of DOOM gets angry at this nonsense about a second gp of DOOM, that's just ridiculous. So, it burns you all to death, but mostly FalcomBomba, because that is who it was suppose to kill, the rest were just for fun. Anyways, since i was mysteriously ythe only one who survived, while going thropugh the piles of ash, i discover the gp of DOOM, yet again.

 

 

 

Not trying to avoid my own death like a *cough* wimp *cough*, I go about on my own business, in which I will probably trip, fall, and die, like i apparently always do.