Tuesday, January 8, 2008

The Call

You must kneel and sacrifice to the gaming alter before you may enter your favorite d20, you know the one (the one that rolls way more twenties than it should). Rise up and hear the clarion call that whispers in your ear, "Please gaming gods, give me the strength to go on a 14 hour gaming binge on nothing but Mountain Dew and Cheetos!" To stand united against a DM that knows not that toil you have gone through to create the perfect character and then kills it the minute you question his parentage. So come one come all and sacrifice at the alter of the holiest of holies and be counted among the greatest gaming geeks of all time!

9 Speak now or forever shut the *bleep* up:

The Duditz said...

crap I screwed that up. It should say, before you may enter the temple. OK give me something to draw I suck at posting.

Shrubbery said...

Dude, it looks like you're typing with your feet. You are thusly dubbed, "Typo Man"

Emi Elf said...
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Emi Elf said...

Okay, I'm retarded too...apparently the delete key pwns me. What I said in my previously deleted comment..."Are you sure it's his feet he's typing with?". *sigh*

The Duditz said...

you nasty little girl is there a room that needs to be reopened you know the one I am talking about:)And no its not my feet it's my nose I type with so there

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Shrubbery said...

Oh, now the goody two-shoes who blushes at the mere mention of a certain room is intimating D types with his minnie me...the irony doth run deep. HOOCHIE.

Emi Elf said...

"Minnie me"? Are you insinuating that D is afflicted with a cute, small femme mouse?

Shrubbery said...

Yes, his femme bot of love, his coctail weenie, his Johnson that's so tiny it's more of a Jo.