Endless Sea wrote:I know of one that's six thousand years old.

Victin wrote:Endless Sea wrote:I know of one that's six thousand years old.
So, what is it?
Qara-Xuan Zenith wrote:Victin wrote:Endless Sea wrote:I know of one that's six thousand years old.
So, what is it?
It's right behind you!!!

Qara-Xuan Zenith wrote:Dammit, you're not supposed to reveal a lady's age. That's it! *laserspams everyone in earshot*

Qara-Xuan Zenith wrote:Dammit, you're not supposed to reveal a lady's age. That's it! *laserspams everyone in earshot*

The Wild West Pyro wrote:( The Metaguards are relaxing in their room, Drinking Green Stuff and eating apples to stay awake. Moriarty and Morgana are locked up in their Doom Fortress cell, where soft moaning is occasionally heard. Don Juan is stuck in a padded cell. The Phantom is playing Gangnam Style on his portable organ in a birdcage high up on the ceiling, near a swinging chandelier. Lime Man is playing cards with the other guardians. Mr. A is flirting with Eli who is ignoring him. Cheshire is taking a nap on the Persian carpet near the fireplace. Poirot is drinking hot chocolate, while Holmes sips his cocoa. The Witch is on lookout duty today, flying around the huge ten storey log cabin that is the outside of the shop. Gulliver and Silver are reading travel guides. Romeo and Juliet are quietly playing chess. Adam Frankenstein is writing his script for his play while drawing pig noses and glasses and moustaches on critics' faces in a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Peter Pan is studying a map of Never Land. Then the door slams open.)
( Don Quixote hobbles in, and brushes the snow off his armour, which is simply the suit of armour from the Coffee Room Armoury. Then a gas masked wearing figure, with a Walther P99 in his leg holster and a Shotgun strapped to his back, sets down his backpack and suitcase. Everyone stares.)
Hello Guys.
I'M BACK.
The Wild West Pyro wrote:Oh, the trip was fun, mate.
Sicon112 wrote:The Wild West Pyro wrote:Oh, the trip was fun, mate.
Well, since you weren't around when I used this for Adell, Welcome Back.
The Wild West Pyro wrote:( The Metaguards are relaxing in their room, Drinking Green Stuff and eating apples to stay awake. Moriarty and Morgana are locked up in their Doom Fortress cell, where soft moaning is occasionally heard. Don Juan is stuck in a padded cell. The Phantom is playing Gangnam Style on his portable organ in a birdcage high up on the ceiling, near a swinging chandelier. Lime Man has finished today's paperwork and is now playing cards with the other guardians. Mr. A is flirting with Eli who is ignoring him. Cheshire is taking a nap on the Persian carpet near the fireplace. Poirot is drinking hot chocolate, while Holmes sips his cocoa. The Witch is on lookout duty today, flying around the huge ten storey log cabin that is the outside of the shop. Gulliver and Silver are reading travel guides. Romeo and Juliet are quietly playing chess. Adam Frankenstein is writing his script for his play while drawing pig noses and glasses and moustaches on critics' faces in a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Peter Pan is studying a map of Never Land. Then the door slams open.)
( Don Quixote hobbles in, and brushes the snow off his armour, which is simply the suit of armour from the Coffee Room Armoury. Then a gas masked wearing figure, with a Walther P99 in his leg holster and a TF2 Pyro Shotgun, as well as a red and black Crowbar strapped to his back, sets down his backpack and suitcase. Everyone stares.)
Hello Guys.
I'M BACK.
The Wild West Pyro wrote:The Wild West Pyro wrote:( The Metaguards are relaxing in their room, Drinking Green Stuff and eating apples to stay awake. Moriarty and Morgana are locked up in their Doom Fortress cell, where soft moaning is occasionally heard. Don Juan is stuck in a padded cell. The Phantom is playing Gangnam Style on his portable organ in a birdcage high up on the ceiling, near a swinging chandelier. Lime Man has finished today's paperwork and is now playing cards with the other guardians. Mr. A is flirting with Eli who is ignoring him. Cheshire is taking a nap on the Persian carpet near the fireplace. Poirot is drinking hot chocolate, while Holmes sips his cocoa. The Witch is on lookout duty today, flying around the huge ten storey log cabin that is the outside of the shop. Gulliver and Silver are reading travel guides. Romeo and Juliet are quietly playing chess. Adam Frankenstein is writing his script for his play while drawing pig noses and glasses and moustaches on critics' faces in a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Peter Pan is studying a map of Never Land. Then the door slams open.)
( Don Quixote hobbles in, and brushes the snow off his armour, which is simply the suit of armour from the Coffee Room Armoury. Then a gas masked wearing figure, with a Walther P99 in his leg holster and a TF2 Pyro Shotgun, as well as a red and black Crowbar strapped to his back, sets down his backpack and suitcase. Everyone stares.)
Hello Guys.
I'M BACK.
ALSO, EVERYONE, READ THIS AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF IT. IT'S MY DESCRIPTION OF THE COFFEE ROOM.
The Wild West Pyro wrote:( The Metaguards are relaxing in their room, Drinking Green Stuff and eating apples to stay awake. Moriarty and Morgana are locked up in their Doom Fortress cell, where soft moaning is occasionally heard. Don Juan is stuck in a padded cell. The Phantom is playing Gangnam Style on his portable organ in a birdcage high up on the ceiling, near a swinging chandelier. Lime Man is playing cards with the other guardians. Mr. A is flirting with Eli who is ignoring him. Cheshire is taking a nap on the Persian carpet near the fireplace. Poirot is drinking hot chocolate, while Holmes sips his cocoa. The Witch is on lookout duty today, flying around the huge ten storey log cabin that is the outside of the shop. Gulliver and Silver are reading travel guides. Romeo and Juliet are quietly playing chess. Adam Frankenstein is writing his script for his play while drawing pig noses and glasses and moustaches on critics' faces in a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Peter Pan is studying a map of Never Land. Then the door slams open.)
( Don Quixote hobbles in, and brushes the snow off his armour, which is simply the suit of armour from the Coffee Room Armoury. Then a gas masked wearing figure, with a Walther P99 in his leg holster and a Shotgun, as well as a red and black Crowbar strapped to his back, sets down his backpack and suitcase. Everyone stares.)
Hello Guys.
I'M BACK.

[/quote]The Wild West Pyro wrote:The Metaguards are relaxing in their room, Drinking Green Stuff and eating apples to stay awake. Moriarty and Morgana are locked up in their Doom Fortress cell, where soft moaning is occasionally heard.
Don Juan is stuck in a padded cell. The Phantom is playing Gangnam Style on his portable organ in a birdcage high up on the ceiling, near a swinging chandelier. Lime Man is playing cards with the other guardians. Mr. A is flirting with Eli who is ignoring him.
Cheshire is taking a nap on the Persian carpet near the fireplace. Poirot is drinking hot chocolate, while Holmes sips his cocoa. The Witch is on lookout duty today, flying around the huge ten storey log cabin that is the outside of the shop. Gulliver and Silver are reading travel guides. Romeo and Juliet are quietly playing chess. Adam Frankenstein is writing his script for his play while drawing pig noses and glasses and moustaches on critics' faces in a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Peter Pan is studying a map of Never Land.
Then the door slams open.
Don Quixote hobbles in, and brushes the snow off his armour, which is simply the suit of armour from the Coffee Room Armoury. Then a gas masked wearing figure, with a Walther P99 in his leg holster and a Shotgun, as well as a red and black Crowbar strapped to his back, sets down his backpack and suitcase. Everyone stares.
Me: Hello Guys.
I'M BACK.
Quixote: And now, having escorted this young fire wizard back to the castle, I shall go off to Holland to slay giants.
Everyone: NONONONOOOOOOO!
The Wild West Pyro wrote:The Wild West Pyro wrote:The Metaguards are relaxing in their room, Drinking Green Stuff and eating apples to stay awake. Moriarty and Morgana are locked up in their Doom Fortress cell, where soft moaning is occasionally heard.
Don Juan is stuck in a padded cell. The Phantom is playing Gangnam Style on his portable organ in a birdcage high up on the ceiling, near a swinging chandelier. Lime Man is playing cards with the other guardians. Mr. A is flirting with Eli who is ignoring him.
Cheshire is taking a nap on the Persian carpet near the fireplace. Poirot is drinking hot chocolate, while Holmes sips his cocoa. The Witch is on lookout duty today, flying around the huge ten storey log cabin that is the outside of the shop. Gulliver and Silver are reading travel guides. Romeo and Juliet are quietly playing chess. Adam Frankenstein is writing his script for his play while drawing pig noses and glasses and moustaches on critics' faces in a copy of the Chicago Tribune. Peter Pan is studying a map of Never Land.
Then the door slams open.
Don Quixote hobbles in, and brushes the snow off his armour, which is simply the suit of armour from the Coffee Room Armoury. Then a gas masked wearing figure, with a Walther P99 in his leg holster and a Shotgun, as well as a red and black Crowbar strapped to his back, sets down his backpack and suitcase. Everyone stares.
Me: Hello Guys.
I'M BACK.
Quixote: And now, having escorted this young fire wizard back to the castle, I shall go off to Holland to slay giants.
Everyone: NONONONOOOOOOO!
How's this, JR?

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