I made a fan fiction

As little boys Varg Vikernes, Efrim Menuck and I were friends for a short period of time, it all started when Nina Simone fled to Netherlands. Me, Efrim and little Varg were there with our families as tourists, we became friends in an amusement park and we all went to see Nina perform live together. Little Kristian fell in love with Nina but she rejected him because she wasn't a ********* and so he became obsessed and killed her. Efrim and I were the only ones who saw this but we didn't tell anyone because we knew no one would believe us. Then Varg transformed his love for black people into black metal (as some kind of a mental game), Efrim became depressed and created music unknown to mankind. And as for me, I became a *******.


what do u guys think

All them vulgar kings...

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Originally Posted by TheSkald

All them vulgar kings...

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and i left it at that

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Originally Posted by Avarance

and i left it at that

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'Cuz punks have the loveliest dreams.

ready as i'll ever be

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Originally Posted by Avarance

ready as i'll ever be

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Well you're not!

there's a little saying...dates back for generations...

be prepared for anything at any time from anybody, don't take no shit, always stand your ground. people wanna come up to me and run their mouth - guess what? i'll throw them through the ****ing window...i won't think a thing of it.

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Originally Posted by Avarance

there's a little saying...dates back for generations...

be prepared for anything at any time from anybody, don't take no shit, always stand your ground. people wanna come up to me and run their mouth - guess what? i'll throw them through the ****ing window...i won't think a thing of it.

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There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind
Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind
The muggers, the back stabbers, the two face elite
A menace to society, a social disease.

**** of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order

Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating or seering at life's disarray
Eating away at your own self esteem
Pouncing on every word that you might be saying

**** of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order

Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as the back is turned treachery is planned

**** of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy oneupmanship order

Watching beginnings of social decay
Gloating or seering...at life's disarray

When every good thing?s laid to waste
By all the jealousy and hate
By all the acid wit and rapier lies

And every time you think you're safe
And when you go to turn away
You know they're sharpening all their papers knives

All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it

All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it

Without a conscience they destroy
And that's a thing that they enjoy
They're a sickness that's in all our minds

They want to sink the ship and leave
The way they laugh at you and me
You know it happens all the time

All in your mind
All in your head
Try to relate it

All in your mind
All in your head
Try to escape it

The rats in the cellar you know who you are.
Or do you?


Watching beginnings of social decay...

thank you for your time.


this is the best thread on onrpg

Indeed. Good day, sir.

related:

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bbl

I like this thread :]

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related:

http://www.tra-la-la-band.com/preview/


bbl

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I was just about to post that. The FAQ on that site is funny as hell.

Fanfac = gay porn

i saw no gay sex.

Time for making copypaste of fan fiction yes?


“Yup,” Hank said, sipping his beer.

“Yup,” Dale said, smoking his cigarette.

“Mm-hmm,” Boomhauer said, panning the area.

“Yep,” Bill said, scratching his bald head.

Nothing special happened in Arlen that Saturday afternoon. The men just stood in front of the fence in their alley, unsuccessfully thinking of things to think about. Finally, after standing silently for over an hour, they gave up trying to think of anything to say and just decided to return home and resume their personal lives.

Hank walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa and watched the news on the television. Nothing new was on TV. It just seemed like an absolutely boring day. Just then, Peggy, Hank’s wife, entered the living room.

“Hank, why are you just sitting there? If you’re this bored, why don’t you mow the lawn or paint the house?” Peggy asked her husband.

“Well, I would, but I did all that 2 days ago. I don’t need to do that right now,” Hank responded.

“You know what, we need to go out to the Mega-Lo-Mart and buy some groceries,” Peggy said. “Get Bobby, we’re going.” Hank then walked into Bobby’s bedroom.

“Bobby, your mother and I are going to the Mega-Lo-Mart to get some groceries. Wanna tag along?” Hank asked.

“Sure, Dad,” Bobby said excitedly. He grabbed his wallet and followed Hank and Peggy out to the truck. Bobby wanted to go to the store for some time because there was something he wanted very badly. Hank started the truck and drove the family to the Mega-Lo-Mart.

Hank and Peggy were standing around in the produce section, but Bobby was bored. He had not come to the store for this. “Dad,” Bobby said, “can I go somewhere else and look around?”

“Well, sure, son,” Hank smiled, “but be sure to find us when you’re done. We’ll probably still be here in the produce section.”

“Okay, Dad, I will,” Bobby said, running off. He felt very excited. He had never felt so good in his life. He knew what he was looking for. Bobby bolted around corners and aisles of the Mega-Lo-Mart and eventually found what he was looking for: the women’s clothing section. Bobby looked around to make sure nobody was around. To his luck, nobody was. He instantly snatched off a pink tank top and made a mad dash for the dressing room.

Bobby took off his dark gray shirt and slipped the tiny little tank top over his husky abdomen. “Heh heh…I like this shirt,” Bobby said in a strange voice. He posed in several different positions, seeing how he would look. On impulse, Bobby slipped the tank top in his pants pocket. He put his old shirt back on and found some pink bikinis. He took one and went back to the dressing room. This time, he shed all his clothes off and put them on and felt kinky. Bobby nearly fainted, but he realized that he needed to go back with his parents. He kept the bikini on, but slipped his pants and shirt over it. He hoped his parents would not find out.

Bobby left the women’s clothing section, feeling very strange. He hurried back to the produce section, where he saw Hank and Peggy leaving for one of the cash registers. “Hey, Bobby, you’re just in time…” Hank started, but frowned when he saw a little lump under Bobby’s chest. “Bobby, what’s that under your chest?” Hank asked.

“Oh, I’m wearing an undershirt,” Bobby half-lied.

“Oh, okay, son,” Hank said.

Y-You ruined this amazing thread. There is no Efrim related materials there...

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I dunno who this Elfham guy is but I'm pretty sure King Of The Hill is better.

As well as Thee Silver Mt Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-La-La Band