Cool story bro.
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Sir Lord Tech Hushimo I wrote:Cool story bro.
Cool story, bro.
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Lots of cool stories.
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Bros tory cool
Nuva
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Nah, I don't have a story.
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I'll give it a shot. One there was a Nuva500. Somebody asked Nuva500 for a story but Nuva500 didn't have one. The end
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*slow clap* that was *sniff* the most beautiful story I have ever heard. And I've heard a lot of beautiful stories.
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Glad you liked it man. I agree, very touching, i will try to think of another one
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The last one to fall will never sacrifice their will
Nuva
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Meh, matter of opinion.
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Zzz...
Zzz...
Oh, yes. Yes, yes. A moment. *puts on likely superfluous reading glasses over his mask*
Gather 'round, children, for the greatest story to ever told, and told by yours truly, Mly, master of stories, especially when they involve incest.
Zzz...
Zuh!? *snort*Super Sonic wrote:Story time?
Oh, yes. Yes, yes. A moment. *puts on likely superfluous reading glasses over his mask*
Gather 'round, children, for the greatest story to ever told, and told by yours truly, Mly, master of stories, especially when they involve incest.
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I love your stories. I'm listening
Nuva
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Oh, but I've already heard the one about the ugly barnacle though...
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This story is about a young, curious almost-man who sought to summon a beautiful goddess so that he might ask of her great mind just one question.
He searched through countless tomes, and found very little. The goddess's name -- or the best human-tongue equivalent, at least -- was said to be Zarian, he learned, and also that her realms were said to be truth, wisdom, and purity of the mind. But he learned nothing of how to summon her. He searched far and wide, and eventually came across an atypically young, wild-eyed sage, female in form. The sage told him Zarian's summoning conditions: "When the bright hole in the cosmos which you call the sun betrays that the day is May 12th, wait for the next night. Then, search for dark clouds, and behind them, the slightest of holes that lets the pure white light of the moon shine down in blatant defiance. Bring only this: A pure flower. And you shall see your goddess."
The man thought for a long moment, pondering what a "pure flower" might be and how he might obtain one. He then realized that sages are sworn to chastity and prone to speak in riddles and analogies. He drew his dagger and tackled the woman. He held her down with his weight, ripped her simple and modest brown robes off, spread her vulva with his free hand and carved our her hymen. Then, on the twelfth of May, he presented it to the ominous-looking black moon, barely visible against the vacuous background, that pierced the thick clouds. A wretched, black figure ascended from the ground.
"'Allo," said the dark figure, "I'm feeling in an atypically patient mood, so: Why have you summoned I, the almighty and most magnificent Mly, hoomin?"
"Y-you're not Zarian," the man said.
"Why would I be? You expected that miss-priss to answer your call presented with a sage's hymen, dumbass? You weren't supposed to offer that sort of flower. Was the new moon not a big enough sign that something was wrong? Y'know what, don't even answer. I've got things to do and you're obviously too stupid to be entertaining." Mly then proceeded to cut the man into small bits of fleshy ribbon with countless thread-thin, black tendrils. "... You will make a nice ribbon for wrapping around a present, though. Zarian's summoning day's tomorrow, isn't it? Gah, I've gotta check my calendar."
He searched through countless tomes, and found very little. The goddess's name -- or the best human-tongue equivalent, at least -- was said to be Zarian, he learned, and also that her realms were said to be truth, wisdom, and purity of the mind. But he learned nothing of how to summon her. He searched far and wide, and eventually came across an atypically young, wild-eyed sage, female in form. The sage told him Zarian's summoning conditions: "When the bright hole in the cosmos which you call the sun betrays that the day is May 12th, wait for the next night. Then, search for dark clouds, and behind them, the slightest of holes that lets the pure white light of the moon shine down in blatant defiance. Bring only this: A pure flower. And you shall see your goddess."
The man thought for a long moment, pondering what a "pure flower" might be and how he might obtain one. He then realized that sages are sworn to chastity and prone to speak in riddles and analogies. He drew his dagger and tackled the woman. He held her down with his weight, ripped her simple and modest brown robes off, spread her vulva with his free hand and carved our her hymen. Then, on the twelfth of May, he presented it to the ominous-looking black moon, barely visible against the vacuous background, that pierced the thick clouds. A wretched, black figure ascended from the ground.
"'Allo," said the dark figure, "I'm feeling in an atypically patient mood, so: Why have you summoned I, the almighty and most magnificent Mly, hoomin?"
"Y-you're not Zarian," the man said.
"Why would I be? You expected that miss-priss to answer your call presented with a sage's hymen, dumbass? You weren't supposed to offer that sort of flower. Was the new moon not a big enough sign that something was wrong? Y'know what, don't even answer. I've got things to do and you're obviously too stupid to be entertaining." Mly then proceeded to cut the man into small bits of fleshy ribbon with countless thread-thin, black tendrils. "... You will make a nice ribbon for wrapping around a present, though. Zarian's summoning day's tomorrow, isn't it? Gah, I've gotta check my calendar."
Nuva
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It's the thrill of one more kill!
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The last one to faaaaaall will never sacrifice their will!
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