x273
Chatty Monkey
Posts: 92
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Post by x273 on Oct 30, 2003 20:58:34 GMT -5
What you do, is throw items at the person who posts after you, and respond to the item thrown before. This is also stolen from FUS.
[throws obssessive desire to post to this thread at the next poster ^_~ .]
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Post by Kaotix on Oct 30, 2003 22:34:55 GMT -5
That's weird. I have the sudden compulsion to post to this thread for some reason. Hmm... Could someone be subconsciously planting ideas in my head?
Nah....
*Throws a book on psychology at the next poster.*
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x273
Chatty Monkey
Posts: 92
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Post by x273 on Oct 30, 2003 22:42:38 GMT -5
[Catches and reads] Heheheh... Time to be manipulative ^_^ .
[Throws seduction at the next poster]
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Post by Kat on Oct 31, 2003 2:23:29 GMT -5
Hmmm, I think Jim must be in the room...
Throws intense admiration of mustard at the next poster
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Post by Jim Doe on Oct 31, 2003 3:32:59 GMT -5
Mmm . . . mustard . . .
*throws an exploding Tendo Akane chibi-doll*
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Airborn
Socially Acceptable
He needs to go to Specsavers
Posts: 156
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Post by Airborn on Oct 31, 2003 5:53:37 GMT -5
*throws a bucket of liqiud over Jim* Did I mention it was liquid Nitrogen
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Post by John Roberts on Oct 31, 2003 6:26:12 GMT -5
*John pisses high into the air and watches it land on the next bloke.*
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Post by Dominic Hyde on Oct 31, 2003 15:17:35 GMT -5
Dominic was walking alone at night enjoying the quirt of the countryside and the brightness of the stars, when suddenly a turd lands on his head. "Bloody hell!" Dominic screams as he desperately tries to wipe the shit off that is dripping down his face. He then begins gagging on the foul smell, and falls to the floor clutching his nose. When he recovers he heads home with the intention of throwing something back that was even more offensive. "Here you go!" Dominic shouts out loudly, "I'm going to throw the most obscene and offensive thing I've ever come across at you, you bloody prick!" [Dominic then throws a TV, linked to a DVD player, playing a copy of 'Dungeons and Dragons' the move, not the cartoon, into the night.]
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Airborn
Socially Acceptable
He needs to go to Specsavers
Posts: 156
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Post by Airborn on Oct 31, 2003 16:38:34 GMT -5
*Airborn is driving home from work full of high spirts and high hopes as there is no work for the weekend*
" Ah nothing can spoil this moment." *then a TV lands on his car bonnet* " What the fuck! Shit my car......hey whats that playing?" *He looks at the TV*
" Oh....god...NOOOO!"
*on the news*
" Today a young man was Instituted after going insane on the A55, he was claming that the film ''Dungeons and Dragons' had destroyed his mind and will to live. But before he was took away he threw a of 2 day old bag of vomit into the night. This only added to the doctors concern for his mental state."
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Post by Kat on Oct 31, 2003 23:07:57 GMT -5
Luckily, his aim was way off, and Kat had a good night, free of anything landing on her. However, just for the hell of it, she went to the balcony and threw off a paper airplane covered in peanut butter.
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Post by chief on Nov 1, 2003 0:40:15 GMT -5
*catches the paper plane with peanut butter on it* Aw, cool, peanut butter *starts licking the peanut butter off the plane* Yum... Oh right *throws a carrot in the air*
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Post by Jim Doe on Nov 1, 2003 2:07:52 GMT -5
Nyah, what's up, doc? ;D
*throws an activated lightsaber*
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Post by John Roberts on Nov 1, 2003 9:05:45 GMT -5
"I got it! I GOT IT!!" John screams as he runs under a fallen object from the sky. It's magnifecent bright glow was like a growing beacon in John's eyes. He wanted it.
The object started taking on more form as it it fell closer towards him, twisting and turning. It was long in shape, almost sword-like. The handle was easily made out, and the glow. . .the bright beaming glow looked to be the blade. A weapon.
No, he thought. How could something so beautiful be harmful. The object seemed to be calling to him as it distanced itself closer towards him. He could almost hear a sound emitting from it's glow. John reached his hands high above his head, ready to catch it. His desire to touch it was almost unbearable.
As john closed his eyes that desire soon became a need. The need turned into a necessitate. The necessitate was soon an addiction. When he reopened his eyes and looked upwards at the brightness coming forth, that addiction evolved into madness.
"We wantsss it! We needsss it! My. . .preciousssss!"
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Post by Kaotix on Nov 1, 2003 11:07:22 GMT -5
*Wacthes as Roberst is cleft in two by the lightsaber.*
Ooooh that'll leave a mark.
*Throws one half of John Roberts at the next poster.*
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Post by Jim Doe on Nov 1, 2003 13:12:03 GMT -5
*gets crumpled underneath the half-a-John*
Aw, man . . . and I thought he smelled bad on the outside! Er, eh . . . let's see . . .
*scoops up a chunk of John's brain and throws it into the air*
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