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 Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:00 pm
o_x_Shifty_x_o o_x_Shifty_x_o o_x_Shifty_x_o So no s**t, true story, there I was, balls deep in the jungles of Nam with nothing but a coat hanger, some silly string and ten rounds of 25 mm for a Bradley fighting vehicle when up popped these elves asking me if I knew why the sacred banana had been slaughtering infants in a wholesale crusade into the Eye of Terror with a regiment of candy coated hobo-zombies while it rained indoors. Needless to say, I had my work cut out for me. But the rest of the story comes later. As promised, here's the next installment in the exciting series of "The Adventures of Preliat Militis, the Mandlaorian Shifty Frog of Doom and Stuff and Things!" The regiment of hobo zombies, mentioned previously were actually quite the sociable bunch and were just the type of people, if that's what they could be called, that I would befriend, though my previous employers were obvious not going to be thrilled at my dubious and unannounced change in loyalties to this war we found ourselves in. Unfortunately for them, Shifty gives not ten shits nor a mouses hind quarters during tax season what others think of him when a profit is visible and that in mind, I banded together with the feisty and homeless devourers of flesh and bone and set off to engage in ravenous games of checkers with the Ottoman empire with the help of my trusty steed and favorite inanimate object, BOB, who will not be around after the show for questions. Together, none were able to stand in our way and, though my weapon jammed in the height of the semi-finals' most exciting moments, I faltered not for I had in my possession the answer to the forbidden question, and my enemies dared not destroy me for their desire to know burned greater then a five year old's backside after bringing home straight D minuses. With that advantage, and the fact that I had a greater need to win then anyone else, I sallied forth, punching them in the face one by one until they cried. Then I felt bad.... But, not wanting to show weakness, I retrieved my weapon, unjammed it and shot them all dad in front of their cousins, a lesson to any who would dare defy the Lord of Change. Revenge fueled their hearts and I knew this battle was not yet won, but I was confident in my ability to murder the innocent and righteous, being a man of faith and a firm believer in Jesus Christ. But, the rest of the story come later... Once again, it's time for a journey into the exploits of Lord General Militant Preliat "Shifty" Militis, Uniform Company 'The Undead', 1st Battalion, 254th Death Korps Regiment, Officer Commanding. Well, the sister daughters and brother sons of my most hated foe came at me, swords of pure light screaming chants of devotion to the fell powers of evil and wickedness, yet heed them I did not, for though they may have been powerful temptations they attempted to leak into my subconscious, I had a sworn duty and no one, not even YOU, dear reader, can sway Shifty from his sacred duty. And so, purge them I did, obliterating their flesh with high caliber rounds, finely focused laser weaponry and ordnance enough to shatter worlds, but still they came. In their millions and billions and trillions and quadrillions and quintillion and decillions they came, so many people, I would have lost count were it not for the fact that I counted to infinity twice in one day. And so I set forth, my armor glistening with the life fluids of my fallen foe and many a rabid gerbil at my side to devour the corpses produced by the Factories of Nill with smiles on their grubby faces. Too long had they gone without eating because I am irresponsible and chose to watch tv instead. The enemy prayed to destroy me alone, yet my rodents refused them and they swarmed upon the Servants of the Liar Gods with voracious hunger and the sounds of shrill laughter could be heard from the soon to be dead foe as the furry monsters tickled them with their whiskers, lulling them into false senses of security. Seeing an opportunity to make my get away and return to the real battlefield, I whistled for my Basilisk War Droid. In stead, I got three, one of them being my own and the other two being occupied by my most trusted comrade and brother in arms, the other by my most beloved cyar'ika. Together, the three of us set to the stars to find the nearest apocalyptic battle field to go and ******** s**t UP. Mutha ******** class="clear"> Could this be thin final installment to this epic tale of wanton bloodshed? ******** no, but it is the next one! Well, as I set off to wage true war with my intimidatingly beautiful (and well armed) wife DM, and my longest friend and greatest ally Fir'ika at my side, I knew the day was soon at hand when Interpol would come to take me to the Gibbit woods. Unfortunately for them, I had my wits about me, which is something odd, in truth, as I have given to allow my mind to wander into the realm of duh and drool, but I digress. They launched their counter push before my initial push could begin. A foolish move, as we were at that precise moment getting ready to deploy into the first warzone of the Great Crusade, and we were well ready for anything they could throw at us. As the whole of the United Nations sent their cannon fodder to die against our flying steel and blaster fire, the trio I found myself a part of cut a bloody swath, crushing, blasting and incinerating all who came before us in unnecessary amounts of gore and ick. There was, indeed, a gratuitous amount of corpses that littered the battlefield before the true battle had even started. As the forces of Terra lay dead at our feet, we pressed onward to strike at the very heart of the foul Greenskins and the demonic filth that had enticed them into their millennium blood rage. Like creatures possessed we broke them with everything we had, burning the very sky with our fury and turning the sand at our feet to beautiful, deadly broken glass that lacerated any who were weak enough to fall. The enemy tried to flee, but I was without mercy and ordered the first nuclear strike in a series of 7,314 that would rage across 217 different worlds and would render the populations of those worlds defenseless, if they were not dust already. Did I care for their wretched lives? Negative, ghost rider, for if you oppose capitalism, such shall be your fate! And so, I pressed on, through the nuclear tide of molten earth that flowed at our feet, my blade drawn as I saw the enemy champion, beckoning me in shining arrogance, and it was then that I knew that this battle would be one of the biggest of this Holy War... So, yeah, my avi has changed. To abolish any confusion, my avi is meant to look like Soap from Call of Duty, Modern Warfare 2, and I entered him in the cosplay avi arena just for the halibut. This is, quite literally, the first time I've changed my avatar's hair in 2 years. So how are you Fluffies doing? I myself am about ready to strangle anyone who says anything positive in real life to me right about now, but the explanation for that would just take us all down the route of whining cry-babying, which I shall refrain from.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:14 pm
Something negative...I haven't gotten a check yet. Yappy dogs are abundant and I want to kill their owners for letting them bark so much. The day they are dead, or moved out, is the day I shall rejoice. Until the next dog owners arrive.
The helicopter is out...again. I mean at least the gun shots I heard a couple of days ago was something new, but a helicopter! COME ON PEOPLES...Originality!
I was wondering what happened to my husband. *pulls out a sharp dagger* I suggest holding very still while I shave you.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 8:12 am
=w= Wall of text makes my eyes hurt... Hello there, wall of text...
-waves to it-
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 4:17 pm
*Applauds the awesomeness of Shifty*
The best story that has ever been told by the way of the internet since the internet has began.
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Posted: Sat May 01, 2010 11:29 pm
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 3:48 am
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:57 am
@DM- See, it's funny, because in real life, I don't have to shave yet and I'm almost 20. xD Oh, and the dogs are taken care of. I tazed them and gave them to this restaurant called What the Pho.
@Blood- The wall of text waves back. He just can't show it.
@Kiston- Oh, you are too kind. xD
@Kuro- Oui!!!!
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:06 am
Well. Cool story. I likes. xd
And I am doing fine. I have met a random person while helping 2 friends move, and he was helping his friends move, and we commandeered him & the large moving truck he was driving. I blew my knees out helping & needed to rest the next day & missed work. The random person returned home to find out that he had been fired while he was up moving his friends...Now he wants to move to my town ' cuz he had more fun up here...And I made him add me to skype & he is funny. The end.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 5:03 pm
o_x_Shifty_x_o @DM- See, it's funny, because in real life, I don't have to shave yet and I'm almost 20. xD Oh, and the dogs are taken care of. I tazed them and gave them to this restaurant called What the Pho. @Blood- The wall of text waves back. He just can't show it. @Kiston- Oh, you are too kind. xD @Kuro- Oui!!!! Nobody can be "too" kind you know. :3 Oh, I have a suggestion for your next chapter, would you include me but I die in that chapter? 3nodding
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 5:52 pm
o_x_Shifty_x_o @DM- See, it's funny, because in real life, I don't have to shave yet and I'm almost 20. xD Oh, and the dogs are taken care of. I tazed them and gave them to this restaurant called What the Pho. @Blood- The wall of text waves back. He just can't show it. @Kiston- Oh, you are too kind. xD @Kuro- Oui!!!! Having your woman shave ye with a dagger is the best way to do it. All the movies say it's smexy. 3nodding I have to shave my legs and I'm six years older than you. I'm a cougar. Rawr.. You should have given the owners to What the Pho. Dogs really don't know any better.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 2:51 pm
o_x_Shifty_x_o @DM- See, it's funny, because in real life, I don't have to shave yet and I'm almost 20. xD Oh, and the dogs are taken care of. I tazed them and gave them to this restaurant called What the Pho. @Blood- The wall of text waves back. He just can't show it. @Kiston- Oh, you are too kind. xD @Kuro- Oui!!!! He's a good man to have during missions XD
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:05 am
@Fazzey- Well that sounds eventful. lol That reminds me, I need to rebuy Skype! Dx
@Kiston- I don't see why not. I shall give you an epic death.
@DM- Well if the movies say it, it's got to be true. *puts shaving cream on face and sits down* Cougar. xD That reminds me of one of my family friend's son. He called my 16 year old sister a cougar! xD *clings to DM* My cougar! D:<
@Kuro- Only two I'd rather have are probably Ghost and Price.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:33 am
o_x_Shifty_x_o @Fazzey- Well that sounds eventful. lol That reminds me, I need to rebuy Skype! Dx
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 9:42 am
Not in Iraq, it isn't. D: I paid 30 bucks and got three months of unlimited everything, but that was 6 months ago. >~<
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 12:38 pm
Depends on the mission.. but yeah Ghost and Price are kickass too XD
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