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That story is awesome. Really well done. Thanks for sharing that!
I watched the video too. Your story was then even more awesomer.
That incident was damn amusing.
That story is awesome. Really well done. Thanks for sharing that!
I watched the video too. Your story was then even more awesomer.
Updated mine (Red, above) because of a funny incident with a bear, a dragon and a stag near Natick. Did you ever listen to those raiders telling stories in downtown before you killed them. The story in the new spoiler is kinda like that.
Clan: Teletubbies
Character Name: Laa-Laa
Character Gender: Neutral
Prime Motivator: likes to sing and dance
Health Warning: Reading this can cause terrible side effects, if you experience any of the symtoms listed below, please consult a Docotor IMMEDIATELY: Thumb Sucking, Dribbing. Standing and wetting yourself like it was normal. Staring at a womens "Cupcakes" and shouting uncontrollably "Feed Me, Feed Me". Refusing to go to the pub, opting for a nice warm bottle of milk.
Story:
The narrator of this story (GA_Darkerside) has kindly asked you to be patient while he tries to figure out what the hell Laa-Laa is saying.
After the bomb hit, Tinky Winky, Dipsy and Po were all killed, not that it worried Laa-Laa as for a while now Laa-Laa had wanted to go solo and with them dead her contract was no long valid.
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After reading so much about here idiol, Debbie, Laa-Laa dreams of doing Dallas too. But Debbie does Dallas was about a bunch of Cheerleaders and Laa-Laa wanted it to be about herself, "Laa-Laa Ruined Dallas" she thought.
Finding Vault 111 Laa-Laa woke up after 200 years to find that TV not longer existed, her dreams of Ruining Dallas began to fade, but a chance encounter with Preston Garvey set Laa-Laa on a new path, and so was born \
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realising that Preston was an annoying "ahhgoogalooloo", which is just so foul mouthed, even for a Devil, it would be a sin to translate, she began to fire wildly at him, shredding into bit, as I found a corner to throw up in after watching
Noo Noosucking him off... sorry I mean up.
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Laa-Laa claimed to be reborn in the eyes of the Lord, as she spoke his words, A Smith & Wesson beats a straight flush, then i knew that no one would be safe, once a teletubby, she was now a tubbynator, singing Death to Us All.
But then love bloosoms in the most desolate of places and lets face it, nothing sucks like a Noo Noo, my place has never looked so clean
Oh no, that one you will carry to your grave lol"Some things cannot be unseen."
Normal is what i call crazy peopleand I thought I was crazy
Clan: Teletubbies
Character Name: Laa-Laa
Character Gender: Neutral
Prime Motivator: likes to sing and dance
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Lol, now that would be telling but I can assure you, hes a good soulWho's your pusher? he sure has some good stuff
Character Name: Major Jonas H. Coolwater, US Army, Ret.
Character Gender: Male
Prime Motivator: Justifiable Homicide
Narrative:
Civil Affairs Division.
There didn't turn out to be much civility in Alaska, did there?
Not that the Canadian Pacification Program was particularly civil, either, but at least I got to do the job I was trained for.
Alaska went tits-up fast.
I was there when the ye---... when the Chinese invaded. R&R at a little hunting camp/brothel about 100 miles inland from Anchorage.
80-odd officers from 40-odd units, none of us below Major, and 100 or so support staff and another 100 or so ... hostesses.
General Fontaine was convinced that after 33 years riding a succession of ever-larger desks his moment had finally come and did his best to organize us into a behind the lines resistance and sabotage cell.
His best wasn't very good.
There were only twenty-seven of us left by the time we hooked up with the survivors of the commando team.
Their mission was spectacularly FUBARed, and they were every bit as cut off from support as we were, but Genius Jonas here decided that we could salvage their mission.
And we did. In a fashion.
Because by then I had discovered I had a gift for violence. And ruthlessness.
I could make sacrifices and still face myself in the mirror when I shaved.
So I made some sacrifices.
The goo-- the Chinese lost their supply dump, and I slunk back to the camp with three remaining commandos and the two Trixies.
The High Brass was really pleased with me at first.
There were medals, press conferences, even a photo with the President.
Then someone dug up Col. Tillerman's journals, and they learned what happened to Fontaine.
Having made me a hero, they could hardly turn around and prosecute me, so they had me diagnosed with severe battle fatigue and sent me to Parsons for "treatment."
Parsons was not fun. I'll just leave it at that.
But Alaska didn't break me, so neither did that place.
I'm not sure how she found out about me, but some hotshot young lawyer took up my case and got me released with a clean record.
Then I found out what her fee was.
Turned out she was knocked up and needed to get married in a hurry if her hopes for a political career were gonna survive.
So we settled down in Sanctuary Hills, and pretended to be a happy little family.
I was almost able to fool myself that I actually was happy. Sometimes for weeks at a time.
Then the anger would build up to the point I needed to hurt someone.
I didn't love Nora, but I was grateful to her, so I kept things away from the neighborhood, despite how much I would have loved to kick the crap out of that kid across the street.
I'd usually go somewhere in Southie to cut loose. Play drunk at some dive, wait 'til somebody tried to roll me, then take them out.
I'm not sure how long I'd have gotten away with it, but somebody pushed the big red button and I became the coldest cold case ever.
--to be continued--
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