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« on: October 24, 2008, 01:02:12 AM » |
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You find yourself in a small stone room. Exits are NORTH, EAST, and INTO YOUR OWN SUBCONSCIOUS.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #1 on: October 24, 2008, 01:03:17 AM » |
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I go north.
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Orangey
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« Reply #2 on: October 24, 2008, 01:05:10 AM » |
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You enter a small stone room like the first, but containing a CUPCAKE on a PEDESTAL. Exits are SOUTH and INTO YOUR OWN SUBCONSCIOUS.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #3 on: October 24, 2008, 01:05:58 AM » |
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I get the cupcake.
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Torg
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« Reply #4 on: October 24, 2008, 01:06:16 AM » |
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I get the PEDESTAL.
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As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero. The idea of you with a tank brings fear like I've never known.
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Orangey
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« Reply #5 on: October 24, 2008, 01:07:50 AM » |
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(You are not here Torg. Away with you.)
The CUPCAKE is apparently chocolate with white frosting and blue sprinkles. You pick it up.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #6 on: October 24, 2008, 01:09:20 AM » |
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I pic of a sprinkle.
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Orangey
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« Reply #7 on: October 24, 2008, 01:11:04 AM » |
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There are no SPRINKLEs, and you're sure there never were; frankly, the notion strikes you as foolhardy and dangerous.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #8 on: October 24, 2008, 01:12:11 AM » |
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I shrugs and take a bite out of the cupcake and go south.
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Orangey
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« Reply #9 on: October 24, 2008, 01:14:01 AM » |
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The CUPCAKE is delicious; your FULLNESS goes up slightly.
You go SOUTH and arrive in the first room. Exits are NORTH, WEST, and INTO YOUR OWN SUBCONSCIOUS.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #10 on: October 24, 2008, 01:14:42 AM » |
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gos west.
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Orangey
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« Reply #11 on: October 24, 2008, 01:15:54 AM » |
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I don't see any WEST. Exits are NORTH, EAST, and INTO YOUR OWN SUBCONSCIOUS.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #12 on: October 24, 2008, 01:17:42 AM » |
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gos east.
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Orangey
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« Reply #13 on: October 24, 2008, 01:20:41 AM » |
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As you enter the room, you realize the rest of the CUPCAKE you were holding is gone; the new room is pitch-black, despite the fact that the door behind you is open.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #14 on: October 24, 2008, 01:21:27 AM » |
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walks forward.
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Orangey
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« Reply #15 on: October 24, 2008, 01:22:25 AM » |
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The DARKNESS is sticky.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #16 on: October 24, 2008, 01:25:17 AM » |
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licks fingers.
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Orangey
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« Reply #17 on: October 24, 2008, 01:31:24 AM » |
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The DARKNESS stuck to your fingers tastes like black licorice and fried chicken.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Silfedac
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« Reply #18 on: October 24, 2008, 05:04:20 AM » |
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Oh, Orangey, you racist, you. Also, I can be NPC?
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We're talking about CROTCH BEARDS.
I don't want the world, I just want your half. |
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #19 on: October 24, 2008, 11:20:39 AM » |
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"Yum!"
*Start to lick the full fore arm.*
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Orangey
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« Reply #20 on: October 24, 2008, 12:47:19 PM » |
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Oh, Orangey, you racist, you. Also, I can be NPC?
I was eating black licorice at the time, and I tried to think of something that would go terribly with it. Any racism was unintentional. And you can be an NPC when and if one comes up. You lick your forearm. The DARKNESS is delicious, but leaves a sticky sensation in your mouth. |
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #21 on: October 24, 2008, 12:51:30 PM » |
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*I keep going forward wile eating the stickyness.*
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Orangey
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« Reply #22 on: October 24, 2008, 12:52:25 PM » |
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Your FULLNESS begins to go up slowly, but the DARKNESS seems not to be getting less thick. Soon, you run into a wall.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #23 on: October 24, 2008, 12:53:33 PM » |
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"Aw!"
Fallows wall and stops eating the darkness.
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Drakey
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« Reply #24 on: October 24, 2008, 12:57:26 PM » |
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A RAT bumps into your foot, but as this is inconsequetial, the LEPRECHAUNS don't care.
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Wow. I am so full of bull.  Gre sprite courtesy of Spritemeister (all rights reserved) Oh, that's just Marvin. He's dead, so he kinda smells a little bad. |
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Orangey
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« Reply #25 on: October 24, 2008, 12:58:46 PM » |
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Do you follow the wall LEFT, RIGHT, or UP?
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #26 on: October 24, 2008, 12:59:19 PM » |
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lets say up.
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Orangey
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« Reply #27 on: October 24, 2008, 01:00:07 PM » |
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You begin to walk UP the wall. You never know you had this talent. Soon, you come to the ceiling.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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Pixel Pincher
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« Reply #28 on: October 24, 2008, 01:01:11 PM » |
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Walk acrost the ceiling.
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Orangey
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« Reply #29 on: October 24, 2008, 01:04:56 PM » |
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You walk across the ceiling. About halfway across, as near as you can tell, you bump into something hard about shin-height.
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"Now prop your lazy bones on those getaway sticks and shake a leg, mister! Everyone get in the flivver or this trip's for biscuits, see?"
-Hysterical Dame, MSPaint Adventures
"I'm fed up with this orgasm!"
-Stan, American Dad
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