Post by Mury 6.0 on Aug 9, 2010 20:30:07 GMT -5
Flashing Lights - the legendary prelude to the legendary hit fantasy series, The Legendary Chronicles of Ungodly Freaking Awesomeness Smeared in Testosterone, Jizz, and Oxytocin, About the Apocalyptic Legendary WAR of the TRILLION BURNING VAGINAS of HELL
The following is Volume I of TLCoUFASiT,J,aO,AtALWotTBVoH
He'd need to change his tampons soon. Sitting for the third week in this spot, Muryfish had begun to sweat from his temples; the only decent solution was to shove tampons over his ears, wedging three or four of them under his helmet on either side.
That's right, helmet. Mury was out fucking sniping.
Before him sat the brand new X-T 3000 VI X TTVXH-M Bunny Edition MPE, the latest in metanitrocatalyzer-based sniper rifles.
It was set to "Fuck shit UP."
It had been two days since that fucking furfag asshole niggerlipped republican Jew had knocked our hero out, and so, said hero (Mury!!) had camped out for three weeks in the library, waiting to catch that assfag Failca (get it, like Orca, only full of fail! LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!) and blow his brains out.
Except that Failca's brains wouldn't be blown out. Because he had no brains.
Failca was a brainless motherfucker. With absolutely no fucking brains.
At all.
So Mury would blow dried skull bits out of Failca's head, reveling in the awesomeness that would be seeing dried bone bits plastered all over the library.
Which would cease to exist once he pulled the trigger on this baby.
P.S. Oh, uh, and Mury was sitting, uh, in the middle of the library, buried beneath a pile of books for cover. Camouflage and shit, y'know? So yeah. He's in the middle of the library, camouflaged and concealed beneath a pile of books about magical shit, waiting for Orca (Failca) to walk in and
F*CKING DIE
The following is Volume I of TLCoUFASiT,J,aO,AtALWotTBVoH
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He'd need to change his tampons soon. Sitting for the third week in this spot, Muryfish had begun to sweat from his temples; the only decent solution was to shove tampons over his ears, wedging three or four of them under his helmet on either side.
That's right, helmet. Mury was out fucking sniping.
Before him sat the brand new X-T 3000 VI X TTVXH-M Bunny Edition MPE, the latest in metanitrocatalyzer-based sniper rifles.
It was set to "Fuck shit UP."
It had been two days since that fucking furfag asshole niggerlipped republican Jew had knocked our hero out, and so, said hero (Mury!!) had camped out for three weeks in the library, waiting to catch that assfag Failca (get it, like Orca, only full of fail! LOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!) and blow his brains out.
Except that Failca's brains wouldn't be blown out. Because he had no brains.
Failca was a brainless motherfucker. With absolutely no fucking brains.
At all.
So Mury would blow dried skull bits out of Failca's head, reveling in the awesomeness that would be seeing dried bone bits plastered all over the library.
Which would cease to exist once he pulled the trigger on this baby.
P.S. Oh, uh, and Mury was sitting, uh, in the middle of the library, buried beneath a pile of books for cover. Camouflage and shit, y'know? So yeah. He's in the middle of the library, camouflaged and concealed beneath a pile of books about magical shit, waiting for Orca (Failca) to walk in and
F*CKING DIE