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THE FORSAKEN - Fired Up

POSTED BY: PhoenixRose
UPDATED: Friday, June 2, 2006 00:06
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Monday, May 29, 2006 6:18 AM

*yawn*



Holding until you get back, Captain.

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Monday, May 29, 2006 6:29 AM

I want an eye-rolling emote. There's actually lots of emotes I want, but right now, I would have to go with an eye-roll and/or a yawn.
Give him hell, River! (wait...) I mean slice him up with your lightsaber!

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Monday, May 29, 2006 7:49 AM

*relaxes in the hottub drinking hot tea*
Ah, the life of a forsaken.
*a snake pokes its head above the rim of the tub*
Ooooooh, Emma! Come look at this beauty! What is that?

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Monday, May 29, 2006 8:13 AM

I'm here, I'm here! Where's it gone? Damn! They're slippery little suckers! Keep an eye out for me while I'm gone. I'll be back later.

Save me a haunch of troll meat, if you can find some that isn't too rancid!

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Monday, May 29, 2006 11:28 AM

I swear it's curled around the tub for warmth. I hope it isn't too fond of squeezing things...

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Monday, May 29, 2006 12:02 PM

A new thread already? We're dropping like a stone...

Here we are on level 3!

In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.



More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
"I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalog: 'No good in a bed, but fine against a wall'." -- Eleanor Roosevelt.

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Monday, May 29, 2006 12:06 PM

That sounds a lot less fun than the last level. At least on that level we were being molested; here we're torn into while wallowing in mud?
Bah, but we are the Forsaken! And, having no solid areas of flesh to be torn, I guess I have less to worry about...



child of flame

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Monday, May 29, 2006 12:09 PM

Hhhm, not very pleasant. Still, get PhoenixRose to start a nice roaring fire, scatter a few throw pillow, we'll soon give it that homey vibe.

Plus since we're supposed to be gluttons wallowing in our own excess I say break out more smores and burgers!

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Monday, May 29, 2006 12:17 PM

Mmmmmmm, juicy burgers!
*sets fire to a large pile of bibles and puts a grill over it*
Do we have beanbag chairs? Or better yet, Love Sacs(tm)?
You know what would be shiny? A big vat of melty marshmallow! Now that I wouldn't mind wallowing in so much!
*drags out a cauldren and starts filling it with marshmallow cream while the slabs of buffalo cook*
*considers a bit, then pulls out a smaller cauldren to melt chocolate in*
Messiest s'mores ever
*glee*

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Monday, May 29, 2006 1:38 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by XeroGravityAdvanced:
You need to be taken away and taught some manners. You need a taste of my bullwhip.



PD materializes from the smoke and ash holding the forsaken compendium. The large, leather-bound book rises and rotates from PDs hands. He quickly snatches the book mid air and thunder smacks XGA once, then twice across da grill. The third strike sends XGA plummeting through the fire to the seventh level of hell where he is impaled by the obsidian horn of the mighty Minotaur. The Harpies then gather to rid him of his man-parts. Circling like vultures, they fight over the teeny morsel provided. Long after XGA’s soul is taken away to be eternally devoured, his fleshy body will be given to the fiery demons below. Rumor has it they are pleasure pokers. Your bones will then be crushed into dust which will be used as chafing powder for Star Jones.

"Taste that biotch!"

“Now, seems like I ‘member there being some whisky passed ‘round. Could use a shot or two…(RL blew me up) Hell, this weekend has had kinda a theme to it. But…”

*PD grabs the bottom of his bag and turns it upside down. Out pours lots and lots of handbaskets* “I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah PR, the burgers did turn out OK… took an awful lot of rosemary“
*PD spreads a lil more patented brimstoney taste on the buns*



Wha?!?... *sniff sniff* OH.... IM ON FIRE!!!

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