It was at that point a centaur entered the bar. He walked with a swift courage. It was so swift not even the highest mountains could reach the level of swiftness with with which he walked.....errrrr trotted...errrr whatever horses/centaurs do. His top human half was large and in charge, mostly because he was a tank. The size of his muscles remained so tankly and pristine he could have thrown a house down a large well with ease and yelled to the world, "THIS IS SPAIN!". He gave a slow meanderly look around the bar only to notice the trio sitting there talking about cookies.
cookies... Akakor thought to himself mindlessly. An image of bright sparkly cookies from the highest point of heaven entered his mind. The cookies in this dream-like vision floated slowly and epically down with a tunnel of light surrounding it. It landed on the table where the trio was and those chocolate chocolate chips glistened with sweet sugary confection. Oh, if only he were to take a bite of those sweet munchable, nom nom nomable cookies. He would be in heaven. In this drug like vision Akakor walked over to the cookies and took one. He examined it's outer-cookie exterior and so tantalizing was it that the mere smell of the thing made him drool sparkling Canada crisp waterfalls. With a slow movement of his arm the cookie neared his mouth...closer.....and closer...and closer.... and a bite. OH SO DELICIOUS. One problem, there was no milk to accompany his cookies. Then Akakor realized that this wasn't heaven, THIS WAS HELL!!!!!!!!!!
Then with a sudden awkward blink he realized he was in a bar. The existential cookie experience made him thirsty for milk now. No longer did the tantalizing cookies cause his brain to stir and heart to swell with the power of love. For, what if when he bit into the cookie there was no milk? An almost palpable fear. Better to have the milk first and the cookie later was the better option.
Realizing this dream had left him standing in the doorway with his huge horses ass sticking out of the door.Then Akakor the centaur came fully into the bar. The air smelled sweetly with the various scents of alcohols. If only he had some captain in him. Maybe some fancy champagne? A classy wine would do't as well. If only he knew some French guys, or wolves, or guy-wolves. Yet, then a barful strife! If he had alcohol, no milk could he consume with the cookies later. For, as we all know milk and alcohol is a combination of terribly terrible proportions. Oh how desires clashed and bashed in his brain. If only he were a free thinking human not brought down by his horse brain.
The frustration was too much. With a sharp "SHING" Akakor drew his giant broadsword and smashed a table out of the pure rage he felt now. "WHY CAN'T I HAVE MY MILK AND ALCOHOL MIXED DAMNIT!"
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5