After making your way through the dark devil goblin forest you are greeted by a kindly old wizard on the wings of a bird. "Shaka yaka doo ya, shaka yaka day!" He informs you, whilst dancing to the ketchup song. He points up and you notice a floating island with an old tattered building attop. You board the bird and the wizard takes you on up for the adventure of your life.
You enter cautiously then notice some weird yet familiar noises coming from inside. You see someone you've met before, staring at you with a cheesy grin polishing a punnet of shoes. As you enter, he finished the shoe he is on, and flicks a switch, the lights turn on and the mechanical flamingo DJ begins pumping out hot beats.
"YAAARRRR COME IN AN' GRAB YE 'SELF A BEER ARRRGGFGFHH!" Says Camo whilst doing the macarena. "The night has just began and my pants are too tight.
*JOIN IN KIDDOS!*
If you read this sig you should buy Camo a beer
MadGoblin
Posts: 1515
Member #2
Jan 30, 2006 11:13
Making your way through the rockin' crowd of dudes (few) and fine ladies (many ), you station yourself at the bar for that promised pint. Tending the frothy brew, a sharp point jabs your side. Turning, you see a miserable little folk perched on a stool, the only one needing such a boost to the counter.
"Hey, hey," it croaks, "ya just cross dat de'e devil goblin forest? Man, why'd ya go an' do somet'in' like dat fer? I was all s'pose ta be guardin' it an' stuff. M' boss is gonna have m' head on a plattah." Releasing a noxious belch, not bother to turn its head for you consideration, the fiend wiped the putrid fluid that now ran down its mouth and took another gulp of ale. "T'ank goodness I stopped goin' inta work e'ah since dis place stahted jammin'. Coulda been bad fer me."
Too delirious to understand the freak's funny talk, you drunkenly wander out (fueled by the goblin's loaded breath) to the happenin' dance floor where you proceed to get your groove on like nobody's monkey.
"My food is problematic."
- River Tam while trying to eat an ice planet, Firefly
MintMan
Posts: 4061
Member #1
Jan 30, 2006 16:26
Your fliest trip-hop style is not enough to hypnotize the already near-mindless fem-alc-zombies, so you play off one of your dope moves involving a spatula as a terrible accident, plummeting through the bio-luminescent floor made of jellyfish souls.
Unfortunately for you, barkeep Camo never removed the poison in the shishy fishies for use as fun in a mug (due to other toxins filling his mind already), so your body takes a full dose of a deadly drug that isn't good. Your washed out eyes stare up at the spiralling light show above, helpless as the tiny dancing world moves around you.
"Forsooth!" chanted a grating voice from out of your vision. "That slow kid just ruined my favorite floor. Without my lucky spot, I have no chance of getting the ladies... moreso!" A blue hatty head popped over you, shrouded in a mess of long, greasy hair, but the glimmering glass lenses 'hind the tangles told you only evil was in store. "Don't worry, kid. I'll fix you up real nice... so that I can kill you!"
The blue clad apothecary diagnosed you quickly, consulting all the magical, medical wisdom of the eight ball in doing so. "No normal mortal can live with this kind of poison. Quickly, Camo, my man! Stop doing the macarena (and that other thing that that begins with an 'M', has four syllables, and you love oh-so-much) and drink out his poison!"
"Blutty 'el? You mad, ya blue bloke?" argued the Aussie. "I'm not puttin' my lips on a dude."
"I put a crazy straw in him."
"Throw in a bottle of Jack, and I'm in."
Camo
Posts: 1609
Member #5
Jan 31, 2006 5:26
I will not stop doing the meltafina!
*drinks another beer*
Yeah, nothing like a fine ale and a good dance.
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boyachi
Posts: 1161
Member #92
Feb 4, 2006 1:59
With a flying step-ball-change, a man in a white suit leaps over you, landing in a step-dig, which unfurls into a backspin.
"Tight pants, dancing and beer? Sounds like a good shindig. As for you "point-n-flex" I shall heal you with my mark 7 mojo."* uses MarkVII *"The name of the game is dancing, and Boyachi is going to tap the jazz of this joint till its running through EVERYONE's viens. yes I pregamed itSay Camo" he turns away from you, "get me some, booooooze."
Feeling very mojonated, you stand up, wondering if that was Micheal Jackson who just touched you. You attempt to dance, but you trip over your shoelace, and run into a wall. Seems as though "Boyachi Jackson's" mojo hasn't done anything for your dance moves. As it turns out, it wasn't a wall tou ran into. It was a giant winged stone golem wearing skates. "Ummmmm... sorry....", you squeak.
"No prob. Just tie that shoelace and find your groooove!" he said in a deep tone. He then continued his style of dancing, weaving and spinning, breaking many shiny obects. He's very graceful for a golem, you thought.
"Do not panic. You will all die" -- The Regis V from Megas XLR
[Edited by Rook on Feb 19, 2006 13:33]
Nitron
Posts: 16
Member #267
Jun 23, 2006 14:17
You try to dance again. This time, you find yourself quite gracile. You dance and dance until you fall into a trance. The lights start going out. The room is black. You keep dancing. The room brightens up. You keep dancing. You notice all the fine ladies have disappeared, before looking down. The dudes get up. "Let's get him", says their leader.
), you station yourself at the bar for that promised pint. Tending the frothy brew, a sharp point jabs your side. Turning, you see a miserable little folk perched on a stool, the only one needing such a boost to the counter.
