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Chri5py Enters yet again with his trusted chicken launcher at his side waiting for other contenders... (note that this is a message board battle, 3rd person context only please) |
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WTF? |
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(fight me REFLEX!... its cool! and Childish!) Chri5py spots REFLEX and fires a couple of rounds of chickens off at him... |
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Ironlung arms his auto-scopes as he walks through the arena doors. He has already gone over all the "pre-battle" prep checks. He has armed his armour piercing missles, 4 on each arm. The gatling guns on each of his forearms are fully loaded with 1000 rounds. Now if only IronLung could find the manual for the lights..... |
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SHUCKA! Yous done and gone for it now. REFLEX notices Chri5py's poor attempt at chicken attack and counters with mad bombs, like the bibles got psalms! sucka! eat it! |
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Chri5py takes one in the arm and doesnt know what to do about it, soils himself and hides in the nearest bush desperatly trying to get hold of his nosebleed-beats catapult. |
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Ahhhh yeah! RUN! REFLEX brings out big the bigguns big guns - Just like Shaq Attack, big heavy and dark..... boom boom boom. Whered you go??? Chri5py: man I cant kill a man when hes lyin on the ground, get up. |
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After Pumping himself full or roids, Chri5py reems a shite load of Snarerush at the slightly sadistic and more than likely insane REFLEX. "Hear this shit bitch!!!" |
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Arghhhhh FUCK! No.... what REFLEX cant stand! Generic Drill'n Bass! REFLEX dives for the cover behind some rocks and shit, knowing that whats out there is worse than he thought, fight fire with fire! With one crazed look in my face I unleach volley after volley of angst ridden poetry straight from Goth central 1993! DIE DIE DIE DIE! |
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Ironglung retreats to the balcony of this arena and loads his sniper rifle....Thinks to himself-"any of these boys get outta line, I'm baggin em...." Just than, he sets up his crosshairs on the two other participants...and waits. |
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Shit.... crossfier!? FUCKERS always on my six. Goes into hiding shortly after noticing a gleaming far off in the distance, "sniper...." |
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"Holy Mary Mother of Christ!" It gets extreme as Chri5py gets winded by a stray vampire bat and the odd chain. He keeps his finger on the trigger of his Aphrodite gun sustaining the damage with a tear in his eye, wondering WTF is up with Ironlungs lights?! |
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what are you doing??? |
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The scream goes out and wounded listeners and fighers alike fall on the field. Their souls going to a place no better! With only a few rounds left REFLEX must make for cover and grab any firepower possible, this may be it.... this may be BIG... |
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nacmat: its a messageboard battle..... I have no idea what it really is,, its funny though. |
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Chri5py redirects his fire towards the foolhardy Nacmat, thinking that Reflex maybe giving up the fight! |
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My mate told me about it when he was on another MB. It sounded fun so I thought I'd give it a try! |
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My english is not accurate enough for a battle.... but ...BBBOOOOMMMM I just threw a granade and now you are all pushed back by the expansive wave |
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Fuck nO! Ive been stockpiling and have a suprise! .... this is it! Ive called a fire drop on your asses! Pounding the ground with heavy artillery from the skies above, the sky turns grey and a ghostly presence is felt across the battlefield.... do these warriors finally meet in the middle? |
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Shit nacmat is hiding out in the bushed tossin' crap at me! REFLEX dives..... rolls luckily only small shards of debris are embedded in his side.... "it aint nothing" |
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Chri5py thanks the lord for having his Wheetabix this morning. He digs out the shrapnel from Nacmats grenade and picks up his right arm and lobs it at REFLEX, hoping to annoy him a little. It doesnt really work. |
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I understand nothing of wht you say... I LL have to improve my english... so nacmat flies away to another planet in search of new weapons that may give him the victory when he comes back |
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Ironlung is flailing for his keys....In a clumsey move for war, he has dropped em on the floorboard of this robotic body.... He sits defenseless..... |
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Damn you! This is it. This is really it, I run at you with my knife I keep in my boot, you run at me with yours.... running.... running... running... sweating.. running... heart racing..... racing.. racing...... ARGhhh.....ahg.ahg........... fu..ck............sh... REFLEX and Chri5py both go down, knife wounds to the chest..... both lay bleeding to death in the destruction chaos and hell they created, black smoke pouring from open wounds left in the dirt floor of the earth... blood trickles down... two warriors ...... two lives, gone. dude.. |
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Hahah nacmat! |
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but before leaving the planet he tries hard to throw a massive attack towards his opponents... here is my secret weapon: I send you a 10000 army of aphex little kamikaze soldiers they are going right on to you.... HAHAHAHAHA.... lets see if you can stop that |
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Dude Chri5py and I are dead now.... but always fighting in our souls resting places.. |
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Retrieving his arm, Chri5py now throws it at the Armoured Ironlung. He's starting to see that tactics need to be altered as the standoff insues between the two, both waiting for Reflex to slaughter them. |
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oh... I missed that one LOL |
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Hahah sorry Chri5py, its 5am and I just watched Hamburger Hill about Vietnam and so this is perfect, but I also smoked a lot of hash before I watched it and im so damn tired, but we killed each other, it was an epic! |
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good job too.... I've gotta go for lunch! 'Nothing like a good scrap before a hearty meal! See ya lataz! |
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The mothership touches down, and out walks The_Funkmaster with a giant boombox... he presses play, and Atomic Dog blasts through the speaker paralyzing the whole .nu crew forcing them to shake their asses, and girate their hips... They are overtaken by the funk!!!!! |
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Ceri's Timberwolf fires a salvo of missiles into the back of nacmat. |
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while Nacmat is shaking and girating, The_Funkmaster runs over and steals that hot, pink shower cap of his... Now The_Funkmaster is the king!!!! |
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flea enters the arena with arms folded over and hands stuck in armpit..he flaps these imaginary wings goes "pukack" and exits |
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missile launch detected...... |
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missile launch detected... |
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two missiles? that unfair..pukack |
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oops! nwaa, nothin wrong with 2 missiles, though. These missiles are yellow and have purple stripes allover them. When they hit you you immediatly transform into a pink horse with force-capabilities. |
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Ophecks, armed with nothing but his fists, defeats everybody with just brute strength. |
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CATCH THE MISSILES!!!!!!!!!!! |
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hA Ophecks, you haven't catched a missile!!!!!!! |
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why?..shouldn't i duck um I am already a chicken.. this thing's a metaphorical mine field |
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*CODE RED* "my shield is down, log out captain" I will be back!!! |
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Oh for fuck's sake... I don't HAVE to catch a missle... I can simply let it hit me... I'm invincible. When will you people LEARN? ''Ophecks'' is a KRYPTONIAN name. |
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what's your secret?fiber? |
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hmm..regular thread killer i's become |
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i enter with my penis, swinging it like a mace wildly... feel my wraith |
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StueF pulls out large sword and cuts off large flailing penis |
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With Zombiekiev's penis at his own hand... Quoth takes his super powered lawn mower & chops Zombiekiev's Penis off... making the super sperm, super fertilizer instead of a potent killing machine. With all the fecal matter now in the ground, Quoth takes out his chemistry set and mixes up some "POWER TRIP ACID!" with this in his mind, Quoth trips out and is no longer able to fight... but only the demons in his head. |
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