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Ic forewyrde, wé þurfan spricaþ Englisc.
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Uckfay isthay oreignfay anguagelay erailday. 
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Ya tengo el gato en mis pantalones.
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Jun 19, 2014 09:37
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Imperialist Dog posted:Ic forewyrde, wé þurfan spricaþ Englisc. You may take our þ's but you can never take our ð's!! 
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Jun 19, 2014 10:12
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Icksnae on the oreignfae anguageslae. E: also, A légpárnás hajóm tele van angolnákkal jazzyhattrick fucked around with this message at 10:45 on Jun 19, 2014 |
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Jun 19, 2014 10:43
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Basscop posted:You may take our þ's but you can never take our ð's!! Diog's next game: East Anglia: Clash of the Clans!
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Jun 19, 2014 11:51
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Finally, after years of blunt force cranial trauma, our brain damage is beginning to show. Always wear a helmet kids.
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Fan sluta skriva på andra språk. En tråkig jävla gimmick. 1. Do you? B. Yes. The medicine is not what is causing the searches and I want to have it on hand, I send someone I trust to get him. We need to keep the medicine close. We should have never sent it away. Knee jerk reaction from some. 2. As to the inspections I... I'm voting for the Plan Mike Gallego But that is only because I am so late to the party. We should have shown the guards The box from Tudiya and say "We were asked by Tudiya, King of Zepath to bring this to Baitel. We haven't opened it, and you will not be allowed to either, but is it something coming from this?" Then we should have asked the Caravan if someone is being paid to smuggle. Warn them that if found out to be smuggling and not coming clean they will be banished from the Balls of Laberas. Tell the pilgrims that their pilgrimage will be worthless if they lie to us. Then and only then should we have gone and asked the priests for help.
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Affi posted:Fan sluta skriva på andra språk. En tråkig jävla gimmick. I don't think a smuggler about to run into some big profit is just gonna up and expose himself now.People don't just follow rules because you ask them to. What do you think these pilgrims are? Swedish?
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Jun 19, 2014 16:31
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If you guys don't stop speaking terrorist I'm gonna tell on you to the NSA.
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Jun 19, 2014 16:39
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Affi posted:1. Do you? +1 This man has good ideas. I like his ideas and vote in accordance with them.
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Jun 19, 2014 16:45
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paragon1 posted:If you guys don't stop speaking terrorist I'm gonna tell on you to the NSA. "Hello yes, I'd like to report a 9 foot tall black man in sandals eating a flute. He has a large dog and he is asking it why he doesn't poop. Yes I'll hold."
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Cornuto posted:+1 This man has good ideas. I like his ideas and vote in accordance with them. Parachute account spotted.
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Basscop posted:I don't think a smuggler about to run into some big profit is just gonna up and expose himself now.People don't just follow rules because you ask them to. What do you think these pilgrims are? Swedish? I think that the balls love us and live for us. And that they would maybe step forth if we threaten expulsion. I also think a lot of the pilgrims might feel bad but probably mainly fear thaT we can read their minds.
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Jun 19, 2014 18:02
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I was really bothering me that there wasn't a post in this thread for almost eight hours.
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Jun 20, 2014 01:00
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Maybe Diog is dead?
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Diog is Not Dead starring Kevin Sorbo as a smug caricature of a liberal college professor.
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It's the world cup guys USA is winning!
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paragon1 posted:Diog is Not Dead starring Kevin Sorbo as a smug caricature of a liberal college professor. Is he bald on top with a ponytail? Did he carve his own sandals out of discarded tree bark? Who will play the part of Marine Todd!?
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quote:22:14:44 | <Diog> If I die IRL I am handing the game over to a collaboration between serspook, slan, basscop and tsyni. You guys actually did it, didn't you...
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Hot Dog Day 80 posted:Maybe Diog is dead? Noble goons. I am alive, I am sorry if we miss an update for a day or even a few, life happens and sometimes life prevents me from updating our game. No update tonight. I expect one tomorrow night but if not, I *promise* we will on Saturday.
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Rahul posted:You guys actually did it, didn't you... Yes. Expect an update soon wherein Lovecraftian horrors rise from the deep to consume the hearts, minds, and Cheetos of all goonkind. Snarls alone will be immune to the destruction, riding a literal wave on a chariot of bones, wrecking the vengeance upon the floppy ears they're had coming for so long. So long. And maybe doing some cool dog surfing tricks, who knows. Our council of minds isn't exactly stable. Anyway yeah, sorry about Diog being dead, and the carnivorous sea monsters soon to be slithering outside your bedroom door, but well, thems the breaks. Anyways: ¡Viva La Ashera! ¡Hasta Las Capybaras Siempre! Etc etc. Edit: Please ignore the obvious imposter posting above me. It's clearly a capybara in a Diogines suit and best ignored.
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Just as you begin to implement your plan, it comes to you. You know what Smythos tried to tell you in your dream now. None of this matters, for it is all going to be consumed one day. By Asherah. And, perhaps, you. You turn towards your nearest Ball, Uriah. You can feel it now. The surety of just how good he will taste. The power you will gain. It fills you. You know, with absolute certainty, that this is what you exist for. Nothing else matters, beyond devouring, consuming, and growing in power. You know your destiny. Fill in. How will you eat Uriah?
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I find giant leaves, then I slice him up with one of our Ball's swords. I turn him into Seaweed cakes! YUM
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Mike Gallego posted:Just as you begin to implement your plan, it comes to you. You know what Smythos tried to tell you in your dream now. The irc chat made no mention of handing things over to some "Mike Gallego" so you better hold your horses mister.
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paragon1 posted:The irc chat made no mention of handing things over to some "Mike Gallego" so you better hold your horses mister. I ate SerSpook and gained his power.
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Paradise Lost: Katamari Damacy
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Mike Gallego posted:I ate SerSpook and gained his power. Lies. As you turn towards Uriah, it suddenly occurs to you that you're eating the wrong person. Sure, he's delicious. And tender. And probably excellent with a light drizzle of olive oil. But that takes a backseat to what must be taken care of first. Eating the Usurper. How Will You Consume Mike Gallego, Usurper? A: With Brown Sauce B: With Gusto C: With Shame. Eating something with such a low batting average has GOT to be wrong...
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FoxTerrier posted:Lies. I know eating a person or certain parts of them is sometimes believed to grant someone their power/courage/whatever. Are there any Old Stories in which a person consumed the energy of another person, and gained a net loss to their overall abilities as a result?
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C I don't even know who Mike is and this is still funny.
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Please don't eat serspook, who is my posting buddy. Instead might I suggest eating the members of Team Asherah, who I am only too certain would give themselves willingly to the unending hunger of the other posters.
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bonus hole boy posted:Please don't eat serspook, who is my posting buddy. If they eat me, I shall only come back stronger, more powerful than ever.
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LLSix posted:C I don't even know who Mike is and this is still funny. Yes. Mike Gallego. The Usurper. He must pay. He must be eaten. You wrap your gaping maw around Gallego's torso and savor his remarkably uncoordinated death throws. For a former member of the Colorado Rockies, this guy sure sucks at basic rhythmic movement. But whatever. He still taste incredible. Maw-watering. Beyond.... Wait... Oh, nevermind. It's fine. Anyway, he tastes AMAZ-- Urch! Wha--?! You wrap several dozen tentacles against your cramping stomach. Something is wrong. Consuming the inferior specimen of meat seems to be...seems to be doing something to you! You aren't sure what it is, but you are sure that it's wrong! Quickly, what do you do? A: Attempt to vomit up the skeleton of Mike Gallego. What could possibly go wrong? B: Wait for it to pass. You're sure itll be fin--URCH! C: Dance Party.
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C! We can dance it off!
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E: Give in to the -URCH in the name of Ashera, that we may vomit our own skeleton a little in the name of HUNGER.
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Dammerung posted:C! We can dance it off! With some difficulty, you pry your writing tentacles away from your multi-stomach organ, and stand straight. No loser with a .239 batting average is going to mess with you. No weakling with a mere 282 runs batted in can stop you. No down-and-out flunkee with only 45 home runs to his name can stop YOUR goove. Defiantly, you throw your many heads back, shake your tentacles and feel the rhythm of the conga beat! You know you can dance! You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behind, cause your friends don't dance, and if they don't dance, well they're no friends of yours, and--- --AW poo poo. Whelp, so much for the glory of the dance, you think, and you keel over again in agony. As your stomach churns in unspeakable pain, you notice a spindly hand with a baseball mitt wrap itself around one of your razor-sharp teeth. It can't be! Oh, but it is.  It's Mike Gallego, pride of Mexico, coated in bestial slime pulling his way out of your stomach(s)! Unbeknownst to you, the power of the rumba must have galvanized his Latino Roots, granting him an automatic +5 Resist Digestion! Fiercely, the sub-par baseball player pulls himself out of your mouth and throws himself to the ground. He grabs a bat, seeming from nowhere—look, don't ask, you don't want to go know—and challenges you. "COMMITTEE OF ASHERA TYPE PEOPLE + SNARLS' REPRESENTATIVE! I CHALLENGE THEE! HAVE AT THEE! HARK! ETC!" He rushes at you, suddenly far more agile and way less of a loser than you ever though possible. He grabs a nearby heavy object (I dunno, a battleaxe? Let's go for a battleaxe. Why not.) and swings at you. You are weak with indigestion, crippled by having so recently consumed a sub-par soul, and not in the mood for Mexican. WHAT DO YOU DO? A. Offer a Truce. I don't mean it, and intend to chop him into a fine tamale later. Just wait for next time Gallego... Just.. Wait... B. Offer a Truce. I mean it,. We go to the store to get some pepto-bismal together, and have another dance party to celebrate. Rainbows and (Demonic) Sunshine Reign. Until next time, that is. C. THESE BULLSHIT UNFUNNY THINGS WITH PHOTOS THAT MADE ME THINK THIS WAS A REAL UPDATE STOP NOW. WE FIGHT TO THE DEATH AND END THIS. YAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!
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Ralith posted:D Demand to know who our daddy is Y can't we poop!?
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Ralith posted:D Demand to know who our daddy is You hold up a slimy tentacle to Mike Gallego and ask him to wait a moment. Shaking with angst, you take a moment to feather your hair back and fit a giant Rush t-shirt over your vast, demonic form. Fortunately, they seem to come in XXXXXXXXXXXXXXL, so it's not an issue. You apply some black eye liner, hold up a mirror to your face and say... "WHO'S MY DADDDDDY?! WHOOOOO?!" You begin to rant to yourself about how Tudiya isn't your REAL father. Your REAL dad would have let you eat Uriah alive WAY earlier. HE would have backed your quest for world domination, HE would have GOT you. HE wouldn't be like Tudiyah. Some poser that won't even give you an extra $50 to go to the You continue along this vein for some time. Mike Gallego stands to the side, holding his battle axe. After about 20 minutes of this though, he gradually lowers it, and starts looking around awkwardly. He shuffles his feed and coughs into his hand occassionally, but you refuse to be distracted from the task at hand. Finally he point a finger towards the nearest void and goes, "Well, uh, I'll just show myself out them? I see you're, uh, busy, so we can get back to this later?" You cry some more about your Real Daddy and fail to acknowledge him. He shrugs and leaves, your duel to the death postponed for another time. ~~~You Have Defeated Mike Gallego!~~~~ ~~~You have Gained +10 EXP, -10 Attractiveness to the Opposite Sex, and an Account on Something Awful~~~ Well Done! PS: 
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FoxTerrier posted:~~~You have Gained +10 EXP, -10 Attractiveness to the Opposite Sex, and an Account on Something Awful~~~ We... are now beyond hope. We are beyond suffering. We are beyond horror. We are now Goons. 
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Slaan posted:We... are now beyond hope. We are beyond suffering. We are beyond horror. We are now Goons. Must be what Ishamal meant when he said death would be preferable.
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