Neverending Story [Game]

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Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Wed May 25, 2011 12:49 pm

:(

The Poet was happy in the shower. And he sang.

My shower is alive with love and music,

With watery songs, that were sung for thousand of years,

The love fills my heart, with the sound of music,

Im in love with a Blonde, with no freckles and plaits, I can see,

Thank Priapus from those she is free

Freckle listened and she was sad.
"I knew he hated my freckles", she said to Öhubble.
"So, so, he doesn't mean that. He is just so in love with this Blonde. She is more sexually outspoken than you and he has fallen for that. Don't weep".
"I thought that he was my best friend, but it is a little difficult, when he is so in love with someone. But of course I am happy for him. I am! I am! I fucking AM!"
Now there was silence in the shower, followed by a bloodcurdeling scream from the poet and a very strange deepthroatsound like GRRRRRRRRRR with capslock.
Freckle and Öhubble rushed in there and were met by a sight they never will forget.
The poet on thr floor. The blonde on him biting his poor little micro. But, but the Blonde was no blonde anylonger. The water had washed away her haircolour to black and she was suddenly the Clown, the Pennywise, and he had planned to eat the Poet, that now had fainted.
Öhubble and Freckle dragged away Pennywise and kicked him very, very hard. He was too surprised to make resistance and they lifted him to the open window and throw him out from the fifth floor.
It was a boom and kaboomb when he fell on the street and people gathered around the ugly figure. He looked dead at first, but after a while he stood up, made some nasty cursings and wandered away to his sewer.
"I am sure it wasn't the last we saw of that one!" said Öhubble.
"Poor, poor poet. He was so in love with the Blonde", said Freckle, a tini bit spiteful, "I am sure he is heartbroken now."
And he was!
"Vojne, vojne. It must have been a magic spell. Sorry Freckle I didn't mean what I sang about your freckles. I fucking love freckles...
"Jaja! I don't care in the least, said the grumpy Freckle,"I really don't care! At all...

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Post by adrian9 » Wed May 25, 2011 3:36 pm

The Raven Visit and Whatever Happened to the Guitarra Player.

The Raven Visit

I dont care at all!!-Said Freckle.
but inside her was a brutal pain for what just happened, still, the real blonde one disappeared.
she must be trapped somewhere in the sewers with Pennywise - Said Öhubble.
we must rescue her - Said the poet - but first I need to heal my dick.
Öhubble took care of the poet´s dick and they went to sleep.

The Poet wakes up in the middle of the night...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!

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Whatever Happened to the Guitarra Player

Adrian said goodbye to his mates and walked to the train station to Tampere where a Nightwish concert was held. due to his lame understanding of Suomen Kieli he did get lost and ended up in Lappi.
being from south america he couldnt take the low temperatures and quickly he fainted.
almost fronzen...
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he was rescued by somebody and taken to some unknown place in lapland.[/i]
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Post by AGAG » Wed May 25, 2011 7:38 pm

it was the same polar bear that had met the poet when he was in the forest. The poet eagerly wanted to tell that foreststory to Freckl but he couldn´t find time at all. "I will take care of you" said the big white bear, 2.56 meters tall and with a big 10cms thick furcoat. "You seem lost and in dire need of heat and love/protection. Come with me. I will take you in my arms and I will take transfer heat into your venezuelan body... like every northpole man should do" Adrian couldn´t say no and in the border of blood-ice-solidification, he hugged the bear so he could carry him into the northernmost pole on earth.

The other three woke up from a long sleep after a mice night. Pennywise was tied to a chair so he couldn´t bite anyone else in the house and turn it all into undead people. The poet woke up early as he always SHOULD do and he was making coffee in Hubble´s laboratory with all the ingredients he could think of. He was smiling trying new conbinations when a dishevelled freckl woke up some time later and she sat by the garden, with the sun still kissing the moon on the night/day transition. The celestials were more inlove than the night before.. The poet tried to make good coffee for her with flower-chlorogenic-phosphoric-acid and finnish wood-asparagine-methionine with a tinge of beehoney-semipolysaccharidglucose-phosphatides that was incredibly delicious and glowed green. He approached and said good morning.

But the unplaited, She didn´t want to talk with him at all and she just said "Good morning! Hrm, I don´t really want coffee.. remember that time at your place? No.. not again.. hrm.. never never never" They remained silent as the moon said bye to the sun with her white dress and the sun grabbed importance on the daily cycle. The poet played with a spoon and every plant danced for the leaving moon... "Huh! Dear freckle" said the poet suddenly, with a frown "I need to tell you something... It is about what you heard/saw last night. It... it was my fault! She had used blonde chloroform after she woke up in her metal cage and she numbed all my reasoning and and then... then, I couldn´t think of nothing at all. I really should have used my non-poet reasoning... It, of course, turned out to be a clown in disguise that just wanted to bite me over and over again to drain my soulentity and now the real blonde must be eating someone else´s micromicro with hungry eyes for breakfast.." Then they were quiet for a while and the poet smelled his green coffee, sniffing the saccharides as if it was soul ointment. "I don´t really know what to give you other than green coffee" Said the poet once more "I am poor and I don´t have anything else ha... What a bibliotek thought!.. Nothing else, just books with yellow pages. Believe me, it doesn´t have pee like the last time.." The freckle finally said, with the pridesun on her eyes:

"I don´t...
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Post by adrian9 » Wed May 25, 2011 9:44 pm

Rescue in the sewer

"I dont...I dont know If I could Trust you again" Said Freckel
the Poet felt hurt, he couldnt do too much, only left time heal that wound, and take a deep breathe.
Öhubble told the guys "we gotta rescue the Blonde one, she is trapped inside the sewers".
The last time, faced pennywise in his lair and barely escaped alive.
Freckle, Öhubble and The Poet went to helsinki sewers prepared.
-I´ll meet you there- Said Pennywise - I´ll be watching you - and vanished.

----Afternoon in helsinki------

Freckle guides the guys onto the sewer scared as hell.
- you wait for us here - said the poet
- fear not young lady, that is pennywise food - Öhubble said.

----Inside the sewer---------

The Poet who just recently got a visit for a raven that let him scared - an illusion created by pennywise - feared that the same bird would return and haunted him.
Öhubble heard a laughter in the distance - that must be a trap - they took a different direction. Öhubble lights up a big lantern as they walk deep in the darkness.
they found the blonde one surrounded by ravens.
the Poet struggles to reach her and falls into the ground being eaten by ravens.
Öhubble tries to help with an axe he got and the lantern, he slays the demon-birds.
he grab the blonde girl onto his shoulder and helps the Poet with his feet
- on your feet mother fucker!! we cant die here!!! -Öhubble screamed
The Poet gets back into his feet as soon as he can and they run.
as they reach the exit they found the evil clown with Freckle trapped and a chainsaw in one hand.

- I told you I was goin to watch you!!- said the sadistic clown

the worst fear of Öhubble and The Poet came to life...
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Post by Hubble86 » Thu May 26, 2011 8:15 am

:shock: :shock:

I am a very worried father! :shock: I havent heard from Freckle and I have talked to the Helsinki Police.

I told them that Pennywise has taken her and has her in a cage down in the underground and is going to eat her raw or roasted( nr64).

Butt, butt THEY DIDN'T BELIEVE ME AND SAID THAT I OUGHT TO SOBER UP!!!!!

HUH (I STILL HAVE MY CAPS YES) WHAT TO DO?

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Post by mocobhc » Thu May 26, 2011 2:44 pm

Öhubble was much too afraid to think straight forward and felt the strong desire of a dram. He hurried to the next alko and got himself some booze. Turning around the corner, being ready to drown his desperate fear of losing his beloved daughter to the frightening clown and insulting all policemen he found on his way in a very impolite manner, he catched the sign of a pharmacy in the corner of his right eye...

EUREKA

he screamed, loud enough to wake up even the Yeti far, far away in the Himalaya! He threw the newly purchased bottle of 18yo Macallan into Vantaanjoki river and hurried away.

Few mins later he and the poet hurried back to where they had to leave the freckled behind. "Now poet", he said (having calmed down a bit and being able to speak without caps lock again, since he knew now how to save his daughter), "the task lying in front of us is a hard one! I'm now going to swallow one of my own pills, and you have to make sure that you have some booze ready for me after I have saved my daughter, cause that will lower the pill's effect and allows me to turn into my own self again!"
What he swallowed after his speech wasn’t just a pill, no, it was his ultima weapon, his masterpiece! With a thundering growl and a cool metamorphosis show which made the poet feel very very very very very very sheepishly, Öhubble slowly turned into one of the most powerful, mighty creatures one can think of, he turned into…

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Post by adrian9 » Thu May 26, 2011 3:16 pm

IVAN DRAGO
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yes the russian from rocky IV, Ohubble favorite movie ever.
-now you are going to die clown-
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just one punch into the clown face and he was done, he wasnt feared anymore, and vanished into the void and darkness (for a period of thirty years).
Freckle was rescued, the police as everybody knows showed up late doing stupid questions and believing no one.
they returned home and rested.

A month after...
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Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Thu May 26, 2011 5:45 pm

:) :) Mocobhc! Cool you are here! :) :)

Adrian9! Sorry. Wrong wrong wrong! Your story is what we gave the media and the people in Helsinki, so they should stay calm. Pennywise is far from dead and the real true story can only be told on Neverending...


Öhubble wasn't sober when he, the Poet and the Blonde, went to the sewer to look for Freckle.They were an easy target, for the nasty Clown that threatened them, with extremely unpleasant fears if they tried something. So they stayed on the ground.

"Vojne, vojne, said the Poet and took the Blondes hand, "come dear Blonde. We have a shower to finish..."
Öhubble was upset.
"How can you think of sex now?
The Poet blushed a little.
"This is how we south-Americans react on stress. We use sex, sex and sex again. We need that to survive the apocalypse of life".
"Gosh, sometimes I don't understand the human nature at all. So follow your needs and go home. I will stay here and try to save Freckle, even if I have no idea how.

Freckle looked at the flames in the big owen and Pennywises hungry, sharp teeth and remembered the Grimmstory, about how Hans and Gretchen, lured the nasty witch to her own death. So she asked Pennywise, in a feeblish attempt, to show her how to sit in the owen to minimize the pain.
He laughed his ugly teethlaugh and his evil eyes glistened.
"Hahaha, nice try. But my dear steak, I have read that Grimmstory too. Do you really think I am that stupid. Don't underestimate me my dear roastbiff."
He opened the cage to guid her to the owen and Freckle realized that this was her last chance. Quickly she put her foot before the Clown and he stumbled and fell Boom Kabymb. He hit his head hard in the owenshutter and Clown-fainted, which is something unique and serious. Freckle put a dead rat in his mouth and hurried to the surface. Fast. Fast!
Her father sat in the gutter and he was overjoyed when he saw her.
"Oh Freckle, my dear daughter, my only child. You did it. You escaped the monster. It is so wonderful. Come we must go home and tell the Poet. He will be so happy."
"Do you really think that," said Freckle in a hopeful manner.
But, but in Öhubbles shower were the Poet and the Blonde and this time it wasn't a fakeblonde or a fakesex...

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Post by adrian9 » Thu May 26, 2011 7:56 pm

:lol: because it was too short story to be true?? my apologize.
As real as it gets
The Poet and The Blonde One had wild sex for a couple of hours ,while Freckle and Öhubble struggled to return to Öhubble´s Pad.
Inside they found the shameless couple slept in the couch, naked of course.
-This cant be! -Said Freckle
-Im afraid it is what it is - Said the father.
-GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU SONS OF A BITCH!- Freckle screamed - GET OUT GET OUT NOW
the two sex a holics waked up and were expelled from the Öhubble´s Pad.

Meanwhile...
Adrian wakes up in the middle of nowhere in the middle of Lappi, a huge talking bear - feeling that narnia vibe isnt? - took care of him.
-what is your name? - said the bear - Im BEAR the BEAR.
-what the...im allucinating - adrian thought - hmm soy adrian, digo, Im Adrian- half spanish half english he answered.
-you almost died out there..what happened to you?
-I´d get lost and started to walk, before I knew I lost my breathe and fainted.
-where do you come from?
-Venezuela.
-oh yeah yeah, Hugo Chavez and stuff, I follow him on twitter.
-oh my god, how long I´ve been sleepin´? can you take me to helsinki?
-yeah sure, I got nothing to do in here, you been sleeping like a day.
-FUCK i missed the concert, I wanted to fuck annette , she is kind of hot you know?
-dude you got a micro I saw you naked.
-......,anyway....
-take your shit and lets go.

-----back to the streets of helsinki-----
the blonde and the poet were suffering and were about to get frozen as the night arrived, they had nowhere to go,no money no nothing.
-im gonna die for a micro-though the blonde
-I died fucking this bitch...awesome! - though the poet
almost dying a huge shawdow appears.
it was adrian and BEAR the BEAR!
-I know this people - said adrian - fuck man they are blue and about to die
-they are getting frozen - said BEAR - I can only save one with my fur...
who is gonna be?
-fuck, that is hard....let me think.
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Post by mocobhc » Thu May 26, 2011 8:28 pm

Finally he had THE idea. “You go save the poet with your fur”, he said to BEAR the BEAR, while he threw the blonde over his own shoulder and headed back to Öhubble’s pad, warming her body up with his own hot-blooded South American body. Öhubble and Freckle said hello to BEAR the BEAR, and so adrian the guitar player was able to put the poet and the blonde into bed, warming them up again, before Öhubble or the freckled were able to notice them.

A few hours went by, and since the poet hadn’t lied to Öhubble about the South American way to deal with stress, both the revitalised poet and adrian the guitar player had some fun with the revitalised Blonde. When BEAR the BEAR went out into the cold night to catch some fresh air, the freckled and Öhubble decided to go for a nap. Freckle opened the bedroom door, and what she had to see there! She took a deep breath, her eyes already digging around the room in search of something suitable for a nice knock on a certain head, whilst Öhubble couldn’t get his eyes off the blonde’s… hair waving in a steady rhythm.
So it happened that Freckle missed how with every second that went by, the blonde somehow turned into someone… something… another creature, while the poet and adrian the guitar player seemed to lose more and more energy. Their blood seemed to vanish into nowhere, their veins became more and more evident, they could hardly breathe and weren’t able to speak nor move! The blonde wasn’t blonde at all anymore, instead his? her? its? hair turned into an awful rusty red, sticking out of the no longer pretty, but very pale (nearly white) head which still beared a big wound of the ovens’ edge, and instead of some calm moanings, a cruel laughter was heard.

Öhubble tried to call his daughter’s attention to what was happening, but she already was on her way to the other side of the room, where the splinted neck and other leftovers of a guitar destroyed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named during the first live show of his recent band were kept in a glass case. No one ever had felt the desire to touch them since they were cursed, turning everyone who got hit by one of the parts into a cockroach. The freckled had her towel with her as usual, which in this special minute both helped her breaking the glass case and grabbing the splinted, cursed neck without doing any harm to herself. “Don’t panic”, she said in a frighteningly calm and frosty way to Öhubble behind her, still not aware that his reasons for being upset weren’t the same as her own, “I totally know what I’m doing”…

The next minutes were very embarrassing for both the poet and adrian the guitar player – who slowly felt life crawling back into their naked but at least suntanned bodies - and also for the small Former-Known-As-A-Clown-Cockroach trying to steal away from the others. The life of the cockroach finally ended under the paws of BEAR the BEAR who had returned after having heard the appreciative shouts of Öhubble when his daughter showed what to do with a cursed, splinted guitar neck and a clown. But the whole thing wasn’t over yet, at least not for the freckled, who…

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Post by AGAG » Thu May 26, 2011 9:09 pm

Alright! :lol: :lol: :lol:

Still had the lust for knocking, maybe a nut-cracker suit on someone that was lying on the floor with nothing more than freckle'ss towel covering his slim thin body. "Idea!" She said to herself and she grabbed the cursed guitar neck with the precautions of a policeman on a crime scene. Now she came back towards the poet and she threw the guitar neck to him, making a hollow bumb on his head. He was going to turn into a cockroach! Or at least that was the intention of the freckle who laughed and laughed while he saw how the poet wallowed and stroked the ground in great agony. But the curse wasn't meant to work equally on everyone with whom the shattered pieces of the former-musical instrument made contact. Oh no! Everyone knew that broken guitarras actually turned everyone into their inner animal. Whatever they had inside, it would come out at the mere caress of the guitar. But what was the poet? No one knew! he actually cycled through many animals before reaching stability. First he became a little white puppy with sheep-fur. He seemed like an innocent dog and the freckled petted him. Inmediatly, he peed on her blouse. But then he became a green lizards and then a green bird, which seemed to be definitive. He flew around the room and pecked everyone on their heads incessantly, probably laughing on a strange bird-dialekt.

The blonde wasn't amused at the annoying bird and she kind of hated things that were not useful for sex, she wasn't really into trans-species if they were tinier than her. So she grabbed her heavy purse and after a careful calculation to make sure she didn't miss, she swung it with all her strength crushing the green bird against one of the cave windows. The bird fainted instantly since one of the edges of a large condom-package had hit its head right in the bird-flying organ. Unappeased, the bird tried to get on its front paws but it was useless as he had lost sense of space and orientation.

But there was no time for the poetbird. On the other side of the room, the big BEAR was really uninterested in the whole thing. He yawned and sigh out of boredom. The bear was really sceptical in nature and didn't believe in what he called in his bear language "anachronistic piece of shit myths in moonless desuetude" and, when he saw his cave was getting messy, he picked the guitar from the gorund and he too began a gut-wrenching transformation to his surprise. He moaned and grunted in one of the corners of the cave while everyone was watching the spectacle with a big smile on their eyes. Nothing this interesting had happened in the neverending until now! A reason to smile!. The bear finally gave in into the transformation. What can a bear be on the inside? That was the lingering question. And soon they found out. He became a very pale and tall human. With glasses, a white mustache and a big wide-trimmed hat. Naked on the floor, he looked like a homeless person with a physics degree. Also serious and deep-eyed, thin lips and the implicit need of cigarrettes.

The green bird sparrow was on the corner of the room fucking ants because he was feeling really scared at the current events. But at the sight of the man, the freckle smiled sparkingly. "Onkel!" She screamed "What were you doing in the shape of a bear? I missed you a lot" And she ran to hug him. Hubble wasn't very pleased "Huh! What is this? It was you after all? My long lost brother, my twin... You left for good when we were young. What do you want now?" And the bearscientist answered: "I...
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Post by adrian9 » Thu May 26, 2011 10:44 pm

The Lottery
-I Just get here by chance..., I didnt expect to get back home - Said Onkel
obviously Ohubble expected something else, he loved his brother and missed him a lot, in any case he was happy to get him back and hope he would stay.
-we got plenty of room in my place, would you like to stay?
-yeah sure, I´ve been in BEAR the BEAR form quite sometime, it would be nice to be here for a while.
Freckle,Ohubble and Onkel were a reunited family.
-and...what are we gonna do about this?- said adrian with the poetbird in his hands.
-lets get him back to his human shape- Said Onkel - put him on the guitar neck.
the Poet went back to normal with no recolection of what happened.
-where did the Blonde One go?- Asked Adrian
-She runned away - said Ohubble
they decided to eat a pizza all of this adventures get them fucking hungry.
-no pepperoni for me - said Adrian
Freckle never thought of Adrian as a love interest, since he had a micro and the comes and go´s she never had the chance of getting stuck with him.
-what are you watching kiddo- said adrian
-nothing nothing- said freckls and smiled
-im gonna bang this chick- thought adrian and smiled too.
Ohubble spotted a Veikkaus "The Finnish Lottery" ticket and bought one of them.
Onkel eated fish - old manners I guess - and everybody laughed a bit
The Poet said - Imagine what we could do with all that Euros -

Then they went back to Ohubbles place and watched the Lottery Results...
Ohubble, Onkel, Adrian, The Poet and Freckles stood in awe..
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Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Fri May 27, 2011 10:10 am

:lol:
"Haha!Lottery! I never win,"said Öhubble.
"But haven't you number 134?"
"Yes!"
"So you won a trip to Helsinki"
"Gosh!Helsinki?"
"Yes the lottery is a Helsinki-lottery, to sponsor our culturelife."
"Gosh! Where in Helsinki?"
"Nokia! A roundtour at Nokia!"
"Gosh!"

Onkel Sebastian2 got a phonecall and then told them.
"My daughter Mocobhc, or Moco as we call her, has just come to Helsinki and she would like to meet you all."
"Oh, my cousin, I never met before,so great." said Freckle.
"Then she can have my lotteryprize", said Öhubble.

And Moco Hubble met them at Nokia and she got a boring tour, but was to polite to complain. The guitarra-Adrian9 followed in her footstepps. He was flash-in-love and as a South-American he thought of sex every third second.
"Gosh", he imitated Öhubble. "That girl is so hot and I can see that she lust for me too. Oh, ah, I'm in love with what was her name now? Mocobhc! Oh what a wonderful name!"
Moco had heard about inflammable South-Americans and she could now see the fire in Adrian9's eyes. And when he no longer could stand the cravings, from his blood, he kissed her in front of the a bit surprised guide.
Moco was astonished. Who was this guy with a broken guitarra in his hand? And were they really made for each other, as he said?
The rest of the gang was super-astonished when the two came back, kissing feverishly, and Onkel Sebastian2 was a bit upset.
"What on earth is going on here, Moco?"
"He is South-American, but that is also all I know," said a blushing Moco
"Then I can tell you he is after bigletter SEX,"
said Öhubble.(Sebastian1)
"I hope so", said Moco and blushed even more.
"But, but! How is this possible," said Onkel Sebastian2.
"Destiny, green destiny",said the poet and continued.

The things are changing so fast,

I wonder how long this will last,

They are in love at last,

And noone can escape their destiny, their destiny, their destiny...

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Post by adrian9 » Fri May 27, 2011 5:42 pm

Onkel was upset, but as an absent father how can he forbid something to his girl.

Moco said - tell me more about you Adri-
well what can I say..I was born in venezuela, everything went fine until a comunist got elected , I got bored and feared to die by a biker´s gun and came here to make music what about you girl? what is a day in a life of moco----

well........(rap beat in the background)

I don't sleep motherfucker off that yak and Durban
Doin' one twenty, gettin' head while I'm swervin'


Adrian: Damn Moco B, you a crazy chick..

Yo, shut the fuck up and suck my dick
I bust in dudes mouth like gushers motherfucker
Roll up on NBC and smack the shit outta Jeff Zucker


What you want, Moco B? To drink and fight
What you need, Moco B? To fuck all night


Don't test when I'm crazy on that airplane glue
Put my foot down your throat till you shit in my shoe
Leave you screaming, pay for my dry cleaning
Fuck your man, it's my name that he's screamin'


Onkel: I'm sorry Moco B, but are we to believe you
Condone driving while intoxicated?

I never said I was a role model

Ohubble: What about your cousin that look up to you?
Do you have a message for her?

All the kids lookin' up to me can suck my dick
It's Mocohbc motherfucker, drink till I'm sick
Slit your throat and poor nitrous down the hole
Watch you laugh and cry while I laugh you die


And all the dudes you know I'm talkin' to you
Dudes: We love you MocoB!!!, I wanna fuck you too
C is for Condom, P is for pussy
I'll kill your fuckin' dog for fun, so don't push me


The Poet: Well, MocoB I'm surprised
All this from a Harvard graduate

Well, there's a lot you may not know about me

Really? Such as?

When I was in Harvard I smoked weed every day
I cheated every test and snorted all the yay
I gotta a def posse and you gotta bunch of dudes
I sit right down on your face and take a shit


Adrian sings
Moco B, you are a bad ass bitch, hell yeah
And I always pay for your dry cleanin'
When my shit gets in your shoe, what?
And as for the drug use, well I can vouch for that
My dick is scared of you, girl
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by mocobhc » Fri May 27, 2011 7:52 pm

:lol: oh wow

...Midway through his song, Moco got a phone call by EMI Finland. She listened for some time, only said the three magic words “yes we can”, and afterwards thanked her father with deep gratitude for filming their rap with one of the prototypes Moco had swiped during her Nokia tour, putting it straight onto youtube where it went to 100.000.000 views in less than a second and making it possible for both of them to get a record deal including a double world tour starting in five minutes with a special private show for Santa up in Rovaniemi.
The two hurriedly convinced EMI that it would be better to have some expert touring veterans with them, and so it happenend that the two newly acquainted cousins, the Venezuelan hotblooded and the poetic Salvadorean found themselves up North together with a pretty stiffy Rob Halford and a not-so-stiffy Udo Dirkschneider, clearing their way through 2 m of fresh snow towards Santa’s shack. A whiff of smoke from Santa’s cuddly fireplace told them which direction to take. Rob seemed somehow uncomfortable in such a cold place, so the two hotblooded paused a little to spark off a bit of heat. Unexpectedly it lasted out to melt the last bits of snow on their way, so they hurried up and finally stood in front of Santa, ready to rock the house.

WELL WELL, Santa’s voice was heard inside their minds, I CAN’T REMEMBER HAVING HAD SUCH WELL-KNOWN GUESTS UP HERE YET! MAKE YOURSELF COMFORTABLE, I’M FAMOUS FOR MY CUSHY, KNEE-SHAPED ARMCHAIRS AND ALSO FOR MY…

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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by adrian9 » Fri May 27, 2011 8:25 pm

HUGE..........MANAGMENT!

adrian said...well you are the boss around here is that fair to say?

HELL YEAH!

well take us trough a day of.., the boss..

WELL THE FIRST THING I DO IS
(rap beat in the back ground)

Talk to to corporate (like a boss)
Approve memos (like a boss)
Lead a workshop (like a boss)
Remember birthdays (like a boss)
Direct workflow (like a boss)
My own bathroom (like a boss)
Micromanage (like a boss)
Promote Synergy (like a boss)
Hit on Debra (like a boss)
Get rejected (like a boss)
Swallow sadness (like a boss)
Send some faxes (like a boss)
Call a sex line (like a boss)
Cry deeply (like a boss)
Demand a refund (like a boss)
Eat a bagel (like a boss)
Harrassment lawsuit (like a boss)
No promotion (like a boss)
Fifth of vodka (like a boss)
Shit on Debra's desk (like a boss)
Buy a gun (like a boss)
In my mouth (like a boss)
---break-----
:cry: Oh fuck man I can't fucking do it... shit!
---rap beat again---

Pussy out (like a boss)
Puke on Debra's desk (like a boss)
Jump out the window (like a boss)
Suck a dude's dick (like a boss)
Score some coke (like a boss)
Crash my car (like a boss)
Suck my own dick (like a boss)
Eat some chicken strips (like a boss)
Chop my balls off (like a boss)
Black out in the sewer (like a boss)
Meet a giant fish (like a boss)
Fuck its brains out (like a boss)
Turn into a jet (like a boss)
Bomb the Russians (like a boss)
Crash into the sun (like a boss)
Now I'm dead (like a boss)

-Uh huh. So that's an average day for you then?
-No doubt
-You chop your balls off and die?
-Hell yeah
-And I think at one point there you said something about sucking your own dick
-Nope!
-Actually I'm pretty sure you did
-Nah, that ain't me
-Okay, well this has been eye opening for me
-I'm the boss
-Yeah, no I got that. You said it about four-hundred times
-I'm the boss
-Yeah yeah I got it!
-I'm the boss
-No I heard you, see ya later

LIKE A BOSS!
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Sat May 28, 2011 1:57 pm

Huh! :lol:

The Guitarraplayers own song to Moco...


Like a Virgin-Boss.


Moco made it through the wildermoss,

Somehow Adrin9, made it too,

Didn't know how lost he was,

Until he found her shoe.


But the only one was a bit incomplete,

He wanted the other that was as nice and sweet,

But that one he had made him feel,

That it was from toe to heel,

Shining and new.


Like a boss-virgin,

He was in love with her shoe,

Like a boss-virgin,

He found out he wasn't blue,

Next to her shoe.


Your shoe is so fine,

And it is now mine,

It makes me strong, and it makes me bold,

Your shoe thawed me out,

In this scary cold,

Ooohooohooohooooohoooo...

Like a boss-virgin,

Your shoe is so mirgin,

When I hold it I love it Ooooh Baby OOOO,

Can you see us together,

For the very first time,

Like a boss-virgin,

Your shoe is my rhyme...

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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by Faith » Sun May 29, 2011 7:00 pm

:lol: :lol:

My Shoes by Moco

Oooh...yeah...

I see you standing by your locker all day
I wanna say hey
But boy I'm too shy to break the ice
I know you know a lot of my friends
I heard this from them
You're not only fine, you're so nice
And I can see that
Because of you I've got it so bad
I wonder if you know you're the one for
But I need help with my approach for

If only you could step in my shoes
You'll know how I feel
You'll know that I am good for you
If only you could step in my shoes
Baby you'll see what I mean
And let me just make a move
If only you could step in my shoes
Baby yeah, baby yeah
Step in my shoes
Baby yeah

Sometimes I think you're looking over at me
Like I'm what you need
But maybe it's all in my mind
I wish that I could give you a call
Confessing it all
And one of these days I just might
Get your number
But for now I'll have to wonder

If only you could step in my shoes, whoah!
You'll know how I feel
You'll know that I am good for you
If only you could step in my shoes
Baby you'll see what I mean
And let me just make my move
If only you could step in my shoes
Step in my shoes
Baby yeah, baby yeah
Step in my shoes
Baby yeah

What would it be like
If you were walking right by
If I fessed up and said "what's up"
Would I get a reply
If you knew what I knew
I bet that you would smile
You'd see it through my eyes
If only you could step in my shoes...yeah

Step step in my shoes
Baby I'm so into you
Step step in my shoes

If only you could step in my shoes
You'll know how I feel
You'll know that I am good for you (good for you)
If only you could step in my shoes
Baby you'll see what I mean
And let me just make my move
If only you could step in my shoes
Step in my shoes
Baby yeah, baby yeah
Step in my shoes
Baby yeah

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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by AGAG » Mon May 30, 2011 12:23 am

I've missed a lot :lol: Hm!

Adrian was really touched. He was on the first row and Moco was representing Rovianemi in Eurosong contest, with a santa costume. She was now his right-hand representative and just one promotion below of Ms. Claus. the official Like a CO-boss and Santa's personal feetcleaner. The highest possible honor in the factory. Santa had sent her to sing to collect money to improve the toy factory and if she succeeded, the calluses would be all hers to clean. She had the voice of an angel and she was about to win the europrize, Bulgaria had just left with the song "Soul of the deodorant-bar". Now just fuckingvolcano-iceland and Santa-Rovianemi was left and the battle was fierce. It was Björkðóttir and Moco-B on stage and Adrian's heart was engulfed with love and south-american sexfire. All europe was glued to their TVs for the final and Moco-song was next and! in the backstage, Adrian made a confession while she was on the dressing room, fixing the fuzzy white pom-pom and stretching the red fur of her skirt. "Moco! Oh, dear moco..." He said, with fire on his eyes "I've been fucking shoes for too long. Boots, sandals and winterheels. IT is a necessity for us south-americans.. but butt! I can't stand it anymore. Fuck. I need to lick your shoes and sniff your socks. Santa is my cold fetish and my heart beats like a beast tied to a Paint agitator machine when you are up there with your thigh high boots and that beautiful Gibson acoustic J-200 standard singing songs about babies. Fuck!"

Moco was also really touched. Her face was bright red and she didn't know what to say. She secretly loved south-americans and their threeseconds sex needs. South-americans are really passionate and also Adrian was a girl-expert so he said with a big sly smile "I know! Fuck. I will play the guitar and we will make a duo in front of all europe.. No devil seeds. Just love.. Wash the love with a metal scrub and babypowder... Fuck. Fuck it! What do you say? Let's moco this shit up!" She smiled finally and without a word, they went on stage and a cheering europe welcomed them with waving flags and a high level of alcohol consumption. Finally, they took their seats again and they calmed down. The crowd awaited in grave silence and the you could hear every gulp of vodka being ingurgitated from the least interested crowd. Millions of children had made bets for Rovia and they were eager to see if they had earned their 20 euros for their loyalty to Santa... The stage was shiny. Then finally entered the big band and... and...


What is a good lace?
What is a good heel?
If they ain't kissin the sole, sweet
If it ain't the lace, it ain't the heel.

Ooh!

No, I don't want a heel if it ain't got calfskin
Do you? do you? do you?
Noo, I don't want them ridged if they got lapped seams.
Do I? Do I? Do I?
I don't mean a seam if it ain't got wide-brim...

Oh
It makes no difference if it's boot or laps.
Just give that sole everything you've got!

Oh!
I don't want the mocassin if I'm gonna wear this thing.
Do I? Do I? Hahaha! No!
I won't need a brogue if it got the moco-toe.
Hey! Do you? Do you?

It makes no difference if it's rubber-compound.
Just give that sand every print you've got!

OH!
I don't give a mitt
If it ain't a finn.
Are you?

Do you give every aglet you've got?
Do you?
Do you?

Are you metal?
Are you? Are you?
Are you metal-toe?
Are you metal-toe?

AAAAA-are you?! AAAAA-are you?!!


The crowd was in tears while they clapped and screamed. But! Adrian had passed, gorgeousness!, sixty seconds without sex. Through the sound of cheers and claps adrian lunged wildly towards brightred-Moco and and he...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Mon May 30, 2011 11:49 am

:lol: :lol:


Adrian9,s ode to shoes!


Where have all Mocos loafers gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all her footcovers gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all her sandals gone,
Adrian picked them every one,
When will he ever learn,
When will he ever learn?

Where have all her black boots gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all her stout shoes gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all her moccasins gone,
Adrian loved them every one
When will he ever learn,
When will he ever learn?

Where have all Mocos high-heels gone,
Long time passing,
Where have all her slippers gone,
Long time ago,
Where have all her footwears gone,
Adrian made love to them every one,
When will he ever learn,
When will he ever learn?


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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by AGAG » Tue May 31, 2011 2:20 am

After adrian's a capella encore, moco was redder than ever. The votes came in and Roviland was crowned as the queen of europe and they made parties. A big red check was sent to santa and moco received a happy sms in which she was granted Santa's feet management. In the stage, Adrian kneeled over his guitar and proposed moco marriage in the same place. Moco said yes. They kissed passionately to which the drunk crowd sighed immensely and tears. They returned home as national heroes and Adrian moved to finland with his "fucking guitar" and his highly ignited blonde sex drive. Then they planned a party, big wedding with white dresses and silver baloons made of gold and wisdom. A lot of food which inclooded but wasn't necessarily limited to: Ducks with mango sauce in french soup with lemos, Panfried dandruff Lobster with clams and pearls of madagascar, Fat boiled cow from kenya in leaves from central-american palm trees and blue eggs and the drinks included Mango-kosken and boiled water. All this in plastic cups and german pottery-dishes. Everyone was invited and there were the poet in a yellow tuxedo, Hubble with a cape, Onkel with a cane and longsleeves and Freckl with a long purple/brown/blue/black/fuchsia/pink striped dress with ribbons and plaits. Moco wore a red dress that pulsated glitteringly whenever she blushed. Adrian an iron maiden black shirt and a red tie that matched with his long hair. Everyone dancing to the sound of finnish tango and the intermittent barking of moco's dog.

But now! Who could that gentlemen be? The one eating sushi on the corner and hugging with the blonde?... That's what the poet and the stripedplaited asked themselves. There was a certain law of attraction that this man had and the poet couldn't stop glancing at his direction while he was dancing with rainbowflag-freckl. Finally the man stood up and he said "Haha! It's been a while! Do you remember me by? Yes, my name is...
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Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Tue May 31, 2011 11:43 am

:lol: Huh. Hrm! Are you sure you are not a fashion-editor after all? But thank you for the rainbowdress -even if it gave me some embarrASSing ASSociations. :roll:


"good evening weddingparty! My name is Pekka Nurmi and I am a finnish goatfarmer and a good friend to Freckle. But I realize that I just made a big mistake when I ate that riceball(46). It tasted fich and it was raw fish. Huh! It so happens that I am allergic to sushi and now I am going to faint".
Boomkaboom there was big Pekka in a heap on the floor and all the guests oade and aade.
"Isn't that Fucking Nurmi?" said Moco, "I have heard so much about him. Is he really, really an alien?"
"Jaja, said the poet, "A real washable alien, and sorry to say has he been after Freckle and me in many of this posts. He has even beamed us up to his planet Excessa."
"Oh tell us", said Adrian," What does it look like?"
"People live in comfortable caves, since it is rather hot on the surface. They have two suns. One daysun called Gloria and one little bleakish nightsun, they have named Pluppa, because she plupps up very irregularly. Otherwise it is like here. People go on with their lives. They are tecnically advanced and they eat syntetic food. They live about 500 years and Gloria will soon be a white dwarf so they need a new planet to live on."
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" said Moco. "And that is why they come here?"
"Yes, and this scoundrel Pekka Fucking has got this strange idea, that he will have Freckle, but she hates him and it is a bit complicated, mildly said."
Freckle had given Pekka an injection with anti-allergic stuff and he opened his eyes.
"Why don't you write in your Facebook anymore",he said."It worried me, so I had to come here".
"I hate Face-book", said Freckle, "It is so incredibly boring. I have now 232 friends (Fried froglegs with mangosauce) and I don't know half of them. Friends? Bah! I was stupid and enthusiastic enough to accept them and boomkaboom I had all those "friends" I don't know how to handle. I have been there three weeks and I am closing it now. I think it is the most boring, timeconsuming and stupid shit, that someone ever found up."
"Jaja", said the poet, " Butt, butt I like it. I have got many blondes there, yum, yum!"
"So you are in that blonde-business. Haha!", said Pekka, "Typical for a three-second South-American".
"It happens sometimes that I am down to two-seconds," laughed the sexathlete. "But when I write poems I am in another no-sex-world."
"Oh dear, Oh dear", said Freckle, "And...

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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by AGAG » Wed Jun 01, 2011 3:22 pm

:lol:

have you found any non-blondes that are of your interest? That whole two second thing must be REALLY time consuming, maybe even more than facebook. If it is two seconds that makes 30 a minute and 1800 per hour. I don't even want to know how much that is a day. Huh" And the poet answered "I get my supply mainly from the town's cafeteria that serves shatrainbow-cake in plastic plates. BUT! I've noticed that a common misconception has been clouding your judgement the way horse herpes would cloud rodeo chases in Pennsylvania. I am NOT and I will never be south-american, unfortunately. I am Central and that suits me better than my favorite pee coffee on a cloudy morning. Sex for us is water on the most scorching of deserts. And still, people generally think it is just a daily collective mirage they don't have the right to approach because of sufficient bottled water. Don't know about southies!" The girl laughed in response "Alright! No more south for you then... And and, what should we do now in this mocoparty? Pekka is still as handsome as before and I would love to dance with him. I can perceive his biceps/triceps have grown around 5.5 centimeters in circumference!" The poet was suddenly frowning once again "PFFFFFFFFFFT!" he said "I knew you liked swellings.. But It is a trap. Pekka has come to lure you again into excessa... and although I tend to condescend to the law of freedom and emanations that birds tend to have on their wings when they peck on windows, my central american instinct is pulsating and I won't let you close to that man. You can stain the rainbow dress I had sown for you"

But pekka came once again, now with moco by his side. "Isn't she pretty?" He said "Red dresses on a wedding.. I have seen everything! And they pulsate. By the way, beautiful moco, she has a facebook. I have just added her. It is not as bad as you would think, you now can play a lot of games there. Only $20 a month! What a cheap shit. Why don't you leave me a message one of these days? I'm sure I'd answer in some hours maximum. Some seconds minimum." But the poet had to opinionate: "From the bottom of my heart, I think...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by adrian9 » Wed Jun 01, 2011 6:10 pm

:lol: :lol: -I´ve lost the plot. did I marry moco? wtf man?- moco is a girl right?- im confunsed! :lol: -

-...you should take the hands of that girl".
"why you say that" asked pekka
-"I know adrian and he is a lil bit of posessive"
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE
krannnkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
mega guitar solo
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-"oh adrian dear dont get upset on our wedding"-said moco
-"did you know that moco in spanish means booger?"said pekka
-"how dare you hijo de la gran puta" said adrian
-"this was coming"-said the poet.
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Post by mocobhc » Wed Jun 01, 2011 8:30 pm

“Oh Adrian dear don’t hurt this handsome aliennose any further on our wedding” – said (the definitely female :x) Moco. “I already knew about the translation and I have already fought with that in other forums, so there’s no need to punch his nose again at all -” she plead, while Freckle whispered something into the poet’s ears.
Although the poet suspected her proposal to be based on her fearing that Pekka could lose more than just his nose if Adrian would continue with his rage, he hurried away, only to return a few seconds later. Undaunted by death, he interfered in the relentless Guitarplayer vs. Alien showdown and said,
“Look guys, I have an idea. You both fight this out in a tournament! The first who wins three of five playoffs is the winner! I’ll be the referee. First round you’re gonna start with a lovely, nice guitar playing duel!” and handed out a guitar to both of them.
Adrian started straight off and left Pekka still in search of some strings. “Alright”, the poet said after a short conference with his lineswomen Freckle and Moco, “1:0 for the Venezuelan hotblooded!” When the deafening cheers slowly faded away, Freckle announced the second event…

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Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:16 pm

:lol: She did? Huh! Not fair! Four of five? :roll:


Next they had to eat sausages and Pekka, that has a tinstomach, could place as many as 72 (Ordinary risotto) in the boxlike space. 1-1.
Then came the bear-drinking-competition and even here was the poor South-American in despair. Pekka could fill his stomachtank with bear and his alien-blood did separate the alcohol in a cow-stomach called rumen. 2-1 to Pekka.
Moco was a bit worried. Should her new sexathlete-husband lose to an alien?
Nr 4.(Yellow HongkongDuckduck) was a drumfight. Who could play loudest of the two?. Adrian put all his soul in his drumstocks and the public felt his nerves and voted for him. 2-2.
The last fight was about, who could pee the largest volume and here had Adrian9 not a chance. As all aliens, Pekka has four kidneys and two urinary bladders, and he just opened his earlier filled up beartank. 32 liters. The public was stunned. 3-2 to Pekka.
Adrian9 was very angry. This was a big prestigeloss on his weddingday, in front of his new wife. He brooded over revenge, when Pekka claimed to get a dance and a kiss from Moco, the bride in red.
Moco couln't deny the winner and the two danced out close together, in a beautiful waltz, like two dots in starlight
What happened then no one could explain. Was she hypnotized, as some said, or was it something else? Destiny? She was so infatuated with the handsome alien, that she stood up in front of the shocked guests and told them that her marriage was inhibited. She couldn't be married to Adrian9, since she now knew that she didn't love him. Pekka was her dreams dream, her prince, her great cosmological lovehero, her future! And she would follow him to the end of the Universe if he asked her.
Adrian9 was devastated and forgot to think about sex for 3 minutes. He was humiliated by a scoundrel-alien, allergic to sushi. He couldn't take that so he...

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Post by AGAG » Thu Jun 02, 2011 4:52 pm

ate fourteen loaves of white bread with two whole garlics and one large coffee so he could vomit it all over the wife-stealer Pekka. His red stained tuxedo (Because of Moco's dress) was now to be found in a white/red spotted condition that made Pekka look like a christmas candy stick with too much sugar. This was the common way for aggravated angst-ridden south americans to express their dissatisfaction. Pekka was also mad, he had paid a lot for the mendress and now it was ruined with semi-digested south americanisms. He had a lot of inside reserves so he opened one of the kidney-valves and released another 32 strange-colored litres over Adrian and his electric guitar. This guitar had a severe malfunction and it started to play itself. It was progressiv-shit and everyone on the party got almost deaf from the first minutes of loud guitar moans in apparent orgasm-chaos. The rainbowfreckle and the poet digged it and they danced next to the fudge fountain. The smoke of the guitar went to the ceiling and activated the sprinklers. Now everyone was wet and they were laughing at the comical wedding situation. But! The wedding was now ruined and Adrian was kind of angry at Pekka and at moco because they both had betrayed his poor guitar heart.

South-americans tend to remain on the corners and observe deep into their thoughts with no regards for the waves that crash outside. Then they push the broom and try to hit the tide thinking they are moons with the magnetic field of VY Canis Majoris and with the same kelvin-measurements. After remaining with their arms outstretched in front of the wind, changing the momentum of several particles just slightly, they throw their original stars into forfeit because of their lightyears longitudes and the small south american terminal speed when they jump off from parachutes. They never know they had exactly two sand particles orbiting around them already in an eliptical but steady orbit and that others would join if they had the attraction, building at least one wolf-comet. Then they go, they hide from the solar winds with a transparent hat. They make glasses and they drink their own urine to continue the cycle and the sodium produces a large number of reason-fat crusts that make homes on their skins, visible for their most recurrent planet-friends. Then obesity ensues and they are no longer the outstretched suns they used to be. They are now VERY dense dwarf cold whiteblue stars that burp their last sip of fused hydrogen in a lonely street at exactly 2am to become luminous-less.

Fortunately, Adrian was a warm one and he went quickly and sloppily to another blondes to regain his momentum. He hadn't lost his charm and he could have sex with exactly six in the wedding. Enough for his three-seconds. Moco was now with Pekka and they were planning their wedding now. They danced to the sound of finnish grasshoppers in the woods and they walked hand in hand to...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Thu Jun 02, 2011 8:37 pm

to the wilderness.
"Will you marry me?", said Moco.
"Tja, why not",said Pekka. "Butt there is a minor problem. I have a wife on Excessa! She is called Harvester4. So you have to be my bi. I had hoped for Freckle, but she is so refractory. I have promised her to be bi one, so you will be bi two."
"Hrmhrm, do you really mean that I will have the lowest rank of us three. Freckle number one. Bläää. Is that what you are telling me?
"Ja, about so, yes. There are so many women on Excessa, so they have to share us men. A great success".
"Hrm. I am not so sure I like that", said Moco. I don't think I will marry you after all."
"Jaja, it is your call. I can have you and miss you! That is how we aliens are! Butt, butt wasn't that a wolf I heard there in the wild wood. Yes it was! Let us go back to civilization".
They left each other and the big love was over.Moco went to her father Sebastian 2 in Öhubbles house.
"So there you are. Where have you been you scandal. How could you leave that nice boy on your wedding. He is mad now with his unaccomplished loveneed. He is fucking tables."
"So so",said Öhubble. "Would you like some pill? I have invisible, armadillo, leopard and cat."
So let me have a leopardpill then, with some extra sharp fluorescent-teeth. I like to chew on a special goatfarmer."
She had hardly said it when our usual door flew open and there was...

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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by AGAG » Sat Jun 04, 2011 6:27 am

Onkel, the one who wasn't sebastian, with his cane and his abnormally large back that resembled a wall. Not a second had passed when he unloaded from his back a heavy bag he was carrying with his strong arms and rolled it on the floor with a hollow noise, as if it was a fish net. The contents of the bag were uncertain, the bag was not transparent in the least.. "Were you hunting again? Onkel...!" Asked a disgruntled freckle who was against hunting in general and specially against the product of hunting hitting the wooden floors. That just made her silky in the most aggressive way. "Haha, not this time" answered the cane man "Today, the pray came to me. I'm just doing God's work..." And in the same instant, the bag writhed on the floor, letting out a moan. But what was that smell? Could it be?.. It sounded like... "Ha!" Said onkel "This sneaky man was sniffing around the premises of my house like a fox. On his four legs. Untrusthworty foxes!. And my wife was the only one in the house. She was sewing a wool jacket for our son: Johannes. I think she was the fox's objective.. who knows for what reason... HüH! I had to use my chloroform-in-darts against enraged cattle and onheat-foxes. Those work wonders! Chloroforms are chiefly made in Germany after all..." A wild Pekka with very untidy hair stepped out of the bag and was very surprised to see Hubble once more.

Unfortunately, there were chemicals in german-made chloroform that were derived from suchi extrakt and Pekka started having an abnormal alergic reaction. He saw everyone on a really funny way. Everyone had watermelons instead of heads. And loaves of bread instead of arms. He started laughing uncontrollably at the sight of melon-head Hubble and the poet. It was hilarious. But it was not only that. He also had a vomit-seizure and he puked all the blondes he had eaten in the past month one after the other, semi-digested. It was quite a thing to watch! A laughing pekka that vomited in regular intervals on the floor.

Hubble came and gave him a anti-sushi shot. He stopped vomiting and he regained normal sight. But the secondary effects of so much shellfish were not long to appear. He started seeing distorted things and saw walking fruits instead of persons. The poet was a juicy mango. Freckle was a redder tomato. Hubble was an unwashed potato. Onkel a big unpeeled banana. Moco was a cherry. Adrian was a coconut and and he himself, when he watched in the mirror, he saw a big grape.

All this was just too unbearable and he said...
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Re: Neverending Story [Game]

Post by ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ » Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:53 am

:lol: :lol:

"Don't eat me, please! I am a very acrid grape, a bitter bloodgrape, but I, on the other side, would very much like to eat the Tomato-Freckle and the Mango-Poet. That would serve the mischievous pair right. They have been after my grapecloves all the time and they are the most vexatious fruits of all time. Freckle is a real troublesome tomato, for not to talk about that irritating mango-poet, she always is together with. Those two make me almost mad and she ought to cut her hair and stop imitating that bassplayer."
"I am so tired of those twos treatments of me in every post. They have pinched, kicked and poked me. Put me up in trees, tried to bite my head of and now to marry me to a German girl. Ja the list is long. I demand that I, the grande grape, can eat those two without dressing.(Nr 57)
Öhubble, the unwashed potato, shaked some earth from his hair and protested.
"Shut up you idiotic grape. You can't eat anything except rootnourishing fertilizer. You have no mouth. Haha! That I can see with my potatoeyes. But I have mouthpills if you would like that."
"Jaja, said Pekka-Grape eagerly, and put the pill in one of his cloves.
Boom Kaboom the grape disappeared and on the floor crawled an armadillo, with ugly plates instead of sour cloves.
Pekka saw the little animal( How big is an armadillo? :roll:) in the mirror.
"Vojne, vojne! I am an armadillo! Someone should shoot you, nasty unwashed potato. This is not a grape-mouth..."
"Maybe not, but you have a mouth haven't you?"
"Right, right, and ass an armadillovegan I love tomatos and mangos, jaja, thank you, old potato. I can even eat nonwashed..."
And he strutted over the floor against Freckle and the Poet that were almost paralyzed and couldn't walk away on their too small tomato and mango-feet.
But the unwashed helped them all up on a table and soon there was one vegetable ASSembly on top of the table. And the vego-armadillo tried to reach them with his gobble-mouth. butbut...

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