Joined: Fri Jun 26, 2009 9:18 am Posts: 215 Gender: male
I shall replace Ponk in his efforts.
I see movement in the distance. There are people, crowded around a hill, trying to climb up. One man stands on the top, wearing a fish costume. I walk towards the nonsense, leaving behind my past life in the small village in the flatlands. As I get closer, I hear yelling. I suddenly realize that these people aren't friends - They're mortal enemies. I can hear gunshots, roaring. Gingers take other's souls in attempt to slow their enemies from reaching the top. Only one, it seems can be the king of the hill.
Step by step, rock by rock, I slowly start my ascent to the top of the hill...
I see movement in the distance. There are people, crowded around a hill, trying to climb up. One man stands on the top, wearing a fish costume. I walk towards the nonsense, leaving behind my past life in the small village in the flatlands. As I get closer, I hear yelling. I suddenly realize that these people aren't friends - They're mortal enemies. I can hear gunshots, roaring. Gingers take other's souls in attempt to slow their enemies from reaching the top. Only one, it seems can be the king of the hill.
Step by step, rock by rock, I slowly start my ascent to the top of the hill...
Joined: Wed Feb 16, 2011 8:54 pm Posts: 2353 Location: Got 99 problems but location ain't one Gender: male
[i]I see...
I'll tell you what I see. I see mediocrity. I see worthlessness. In other words, the Kardashians. Hah! I kid. What I really see is a noticeably emo teen, a dolphin, an eagle that's probably composed mainly of spaghettios and regret, and about 34 others that I won't describe for the sake of keeping the narrative alive. Gunshots ring in the distance, followed up by huge blasts that shake the land, and I swear to this day, I had tinnitus for three seconds. The terrain is like Fox news, nonsensical and most likely made and ran by toddlers. Shiveringly cold in one portion, and blisteringly hot in the next. Mostly hot. There's smog, so much of it that if I wasn't any wiser I would have thought this was LA. This is literally hell, and I must transform it. I must make it an oasis. I must make John mayer write a song about it and then not listen to that song. Ladies and gentleman,
Joined: Fri Jun 26, 2009 9:18 am Posts: 215 Gender: male
A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead.
Climbing, still climbing, up this murderous hill. Bullets fly by my head, explosions rock the land. I feel fatigue, but I will not give up. I climb, farther up the hill, desperate to reach the top. I thirst, knowing the only water within miles lies in the oasis atop this forsaken hill. Blisters start to form on my hands and feet. My arms ache, my legs burn. I must make it to the top. I must not stop. I will not stop. I will be the king of the hill.
And yet I kill all who come atop my hill where hells portal my home of homes is in the doorway of the stone archer I will protect my throne no one can kill me no one can take my throne hell is mine to rule as is all the apparels of the underworld. I see one though who comes to take it he thinks he might win and so I port him to the bottom of the hill and leave only those who wish to be in alliance with me for there soul. VD HILL.
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