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| Author: | Acekirby [ Thu Mar 02, 2006 10:45 pm ] |
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Reply: Silly human. You can not defeat corn. Remember that old movie with the corn kids? A-jibbly! Command: Tell Uncle Didy to stop scaring the kidlets! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Mon Mar 06, 2006 4:09 pm ] |
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You tell Uncle Didy to stop scaring the kidlets. He pulls out a familiar piece of portable furniture and starts to chuckle at you. FOLDING CHAIR'D!! The good news: you are no longer scared. The bad news: you are no longer conscious, either. Type: Give IJ Lampshade of Jibbly-Singing and watch the hilarity ensue. |
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| Author: | Hi Guys [ Wed Mar 08, 2006 10:26 pm ] |
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IJ senses your foul motives of attempted hilarity. You=BANNINATED'D! Give ramrod a pair of pants. |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:48 pm ] |
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Reply: Ramrod takes the pants and wears them proudly. But all of a sudden, DG runs in and steals them. Ramrod is left pantsless, and you've wasted 20 gold out of your paycheck. Command: Bandy Jitka around the head with a meat tenderizer! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 08, 2006 11:56 pm ] |
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The meat tenderizer shatters upon the first blow. Now what are you going to do? Giveth the Dark Lord William Gatus ye ultimatum. |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:59 pm ] |
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Ok, uhm... Hey, you! Give up and come out with your hands and stuff up in the air! Or, uhm... I'll... I'll throw this empy can at you! Yeah. I'll throw it! Press shift five times rapidly. |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:07 pm ] |
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Reply: You get very sticky keys. Your hands become glued to the keyboard. You can no longer type, and therefore can no longer issue commands. The Kerrek walks up to you rather calmly and smashes your face in. You dead. Command: Ask yon King of Peasantry for a royal army as your backup for your duel with Trogdor. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sat Mar 11, 2006 1:01 am ] |
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The king's balance is REALLY upset now. In fact, his balance is so upset, he commands the kniggets to arrest you and throw you in the dungeon. Congratulations: you are now Thy Dungeonman. Type: Tell Dennis that Anarcho-Syndicalism is outdated and stupid. |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Sat Mar 11, 2006 9:34 am ] |
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Ok. Hey, Dennis! Anarcho-Syndicalism is outdated and stupid! Uhm, what are you doing with that chair? Uh, wait... no, don't! OUCH! OUCH! STOP! AAAH! OUCH! Type: Hold down every key on the keyboard at the same time. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Mar 12, 2006 10:54 pm ] |
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You manage to invent several new chords. Unfortunately, you don't get any new recording contracts. Maybe if you plays more recognizable chords instead. Type: Use Wheat Penny of Justice on Magic Lilly Pad. |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Sun Mar 12, 2006 10:57 pm ] |
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There is no magic lily pad! Only magic toadstools! Stop speakineth nonsense! Command: Steal Captain M'lady's pirate hat! |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Sun Mar 12, 2006 11:01 pm ] |
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Cap'm Mylady beats the everloving crap out of you with her Walking Cane of Clobberation +3. CLOBBERATION'D!! (she only PRETENDS to be asleep in that rocking chair). Type: Give Smoked Salmon to Moo Cow. |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Mon Mar 13, 2006 9:34 pm ] |
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Reply: The cow eats it and finds it quite delicious. However, when you tell it exactly what it was, he becomes incredibly horrified, and dives into the river. CANNIBAL'D! Command: Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip uh-huh uh-huh. |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Tue Mar 14, 2006 4:14 pm ] |
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The computer thinks you've gone mad with(out) power and dials the hospital to lock you in for preatty much the rest of your life. Command: Explode. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Tue Mar 14, 2006 5:11 pm ] |
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Your Head A Splode! Type: Take Scimitar from Watery Tart in farsical aquatic ceremony. |
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| Author: | Dark Grapefruit [ Tue Mar 14, 2006 7:25 pm ] |
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You acquire an item: Excalibur. You get the strangest urge to start repressing people. > go back in time |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:55 pm ] |
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Reply: You go back in time and find your father as a teenager. You manage to accidentally push him off a cliff. Now you are never born. But if you're never born, you can never go back in time. And if you don't go back in time, that means you live. But if you live, you go back in time, and... PARADOX'D! Command: Get thyself yonder nacho cheese. |
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| Author: | No Toppings [ Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:08 pm ] |
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Reply: Yonder just ran out of nacho cheese. You settle for som from Thine. Command: Eat the monkey. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:18 am ] |
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You try to eateth yon monkey. Unfortunately, yon monkey is busy climbing Ye Olde Empire State Building and swattingeth yon aeroplanes. Ye taketh ye bite, and yon monkey swatteth ye crap outteth thee! Type: It is I, Mojo Jojo, who will defeat the Powerpuff Girls. And when I, Mojo Jojo, have defeated them, they will have been beaten by none other than me: MOJO JOJO!! |
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| Author: | Hi Guys [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 1:23 am ] |
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Erm... CANCEL'D! Jump off the Sears Tower and live. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 3:34 pm ] |
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Ye really thinketh so, eh? How planneth ye to accomplisheth that? Well, ye getteth the jumping offeth part right, but that "and live" part didn't quite goeth according to plan. SPLATTT!! Type: Eateth ye can of spinach. |
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| Author: | Beyond the Grave [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 3:37 pm ] |
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Ye be Popeye thine Sailor Manth. Command: Speaketh in Olde Engrish. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 3:49 pm ] |
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Someone Setteth Us Up Ye Bomb! All Thy Base Art Belongeth To Us!! Type: Place Zelda video games in a trail leading to Troggie's cave. |
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| Author: | Dark Grapefruit [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:42 pm ] |
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You place a carefully marked trail of shiny gold cartridges, leading from the Kidlet Forest all the way to Troggie's lair. A young Experimental Film spies the trail and is overcome by curiosity and fandom. He follows the trail, stuffing as many cartridges in his pants as he can. Eventually he reaches the end and....er, it gets a bit graphic here. Trogdor is sated once again. > join the Burger King Kids Club |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 4:52 pm ] |
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You join the BK Kids Club. Now the Creepy Burger King follows you around all the time, stalking you and saying, "Where is your God now?" CREEPY BURGER KING'D!! Type: Tell Fred Flintstone that Trogdor is a brontosaur just waiting to be barbequed. |
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| Author: | Capt. Ido Nos [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 8:42 pm ] |
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In his delighted attempt to barbeque Trogdor, he awakens the mighty dragon from his slumber. Engraged, he chases Fred across the countryside, although it looks as though they go in circles. Fred cannot escape his fate, and is burninated. After months in the ICU, multiple skin grafts, plastic surgery, and years of therapy to cure himself of the trauma, Fred googles you, finds your house, and beats you upside the head with a mammoth thighbone. HANNAH BARBERA'D!!! leaarn to play the spoons. |
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| Author: | Didymus [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:29 pm ] |
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Congratulations: you lea-arn to play the spoons. You are now the greatest spoon player ever to lea-arn how to play them. But now how do you intend to use this new musical talent you've lea-arned to defeat the mighty Trogdor? Type: Talk to closet. |
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| Author: | Hi Guys [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 9:50 pm ] |
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It's better than talking to R. Kelly. Use water on Trogdor. |
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| Author: | Acekirby [ Wed Mar 15, 2006 10:04 pm ] |
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Reply: Ye throweth water on Troggie. Verily, Trodgor becomes overcome with anger. Ye probably should have thought out ye plan more. Command: Another one bites the dust! |
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| Author: | DukeNuke [ Thu Mar 16, 2006 2:51 pm ] |
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Reply: Yeah, that was you. But that wasn't dust... uhm, you'll haveto ask The Poopsmith about what it was. Command: Do the eek dance! |
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