Dropping all your base you and your ghost pals rave deeper into the cave. The near by Cadre of Wizards joins in, casting Color spray over and over again. Sanity is for the weak! Also you're having a freakout.
Dropping all your base you and your ghost pals rave deeper into the cave. The near by Cadre of Wizards joins in, casting Color spray over and over again. Sanity is for the weak! Also you're having a freakout.
You realize that even in ghost form you have anxiety hence the freak out. So you strip off your ghost clothing and gos to the nearest room and sit down and off your self yet again to be reborn as a even stronger ghost. But how dose a ghost off himself? Easy he just sits there for many years untill his essence wastes away
lets begin chapter 2 wolf
Chapter II: Tactical Double Ghost Action.
You awaken in a field of flowers, naked of course. You wonder how you got here, but the sense of Déjà vu is more worrying. Getting to your feet, you have the strangest urge to grab the nearest sign post and oil it up. The flowers are Extremely aroused. Your surrounding are as previously stated is a field of the most garish flowers you've ever saw. You pass out from the technicolor nightmare. Awakening you gather your wits and Gird your loins, Or you would if you knew how to gird them, you feel weak to the knees. Averting your eyes from the field, you notice a house behind you.
Then you stumble upon the toy mirror that you bought for your kid. You tear open the foil to inspect it, and upon doing so. You find a picture of a little girl cutting her self with blood all over her body. Smiling. #Truestory.
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Unaware you had a daughter, you realize you should get her a birthday gift, you check to see if there is a toy mirror in the field of flowers. Nope, just hideous hydrangeas. You feel sad for not even calling her, you hope she stops cutting her self soon, it's starting to freak you out.
i try to set the house on fire
i hate TALKING. to PEOPLE. about THINGS
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Having no matches and no lighter, you rub two sticks together in hopes of lighting a fire. Shoulda stayed in boy scouts champ.
i look up the definition of garish
Pulling your handy dandy dictonary from somewhere you think is nobodies business but your own, you look up the word Garish. Reading aloud as if you were a teacher you begin:"Garish: to be obtrusively bright and showy; lurid."
a write a limerick in which the 1st 2nd and last line rhymes with garish, but doesn't actually use the word garish.
You never liked limericks, they made you almost as angry as puns and bad poetry.
Instead you write a haiku describing your hatred for the flowers.
These plants are awful.
The Flowers of your hatred.
You wish you were dead.
i knew an old prior who lived in a parish
whose prized apple pies i did cherish
but then for some reason
his pies lost their season
and now my whole life is nightmarish
wonder why you're still at onrpg.com
You surf the net and find yourself on a website called Onrpg, you join the forum and post for ten years straight. You then question not only why you're still here, you question why you came here in the first place.
i am suddenly inspired. i write a sonnet about professional wrestling with an a b b a rhyme scheme.
i hum the tune to dancing queen
i hate TALKING. to PEOPLE. about THINGS
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i find an abba song with an a b b a rhyme scheme