Take 2.:smalltran:
here you go
Herkus!
Not ENTIRELY original, but still. You receive a herkus. :-*
*Punch*
O SHI, SIM BATTLE!
*claws ur eyes out w/ crude gardening implement*
*slowly peels away your gardening gloves and overalls*
*Does a barrel roll to dodge clawing*
*can't think of what to do next; gasses a few thousand Native Americans to get the creative juices flowing*
8======D
*watches the simpsons*
did i do this rite
b i t c h e s all of you super b i t c h e s!!
*removes your brazen self-confidence*
Without it, you are no longer a MAN!
Hi, I'm Staev, Troll King and CEO of Staev Wears Wings' Mother's Cooze as a Penis Warmer Wearhouse.
I just wanted to remind you that I need only look at my pussy-pulverizing piston-powered penile pillar of manhood to have that same brazen self-confidence restored instantly.
I guarantee it.
Boy if I was still a mod I would so totally *obliterates thread*
*The Phantom looks in toward Steve, meeting his gaze. He keeps in mind Steve's reputation as a fearsome fighter, and rumors abound among the ladies of the size of certain other implements. Looking into Steve's eyes, the Phantom can see that burning flame of confidence. He reaches down to his hip, clutches the handle of the Sword of Fire, and slides it out of its sheath with a quick "shhing" sound. The Phantom dives under the pavement, giving Steve no idea as to his whereabouts. After a time, the ground explodes behind Steve as the Phantom flies up above the surface. He raises his sword over his head as his momentum begins to shift back downward towards the ruined pavement. As he falls faster and faster towards the ground and toward Steve, the Phantom rears back until the sword nearly touches him from behind. As he nears the ground and Steve, the Phantom flexes his torso and straightens his arms in front of him, sending the sword blurring in a bright arc in front of him, cleaving through Steve's purple helmet like butter and utterly splitting him down the middle. As the Phantom hits the ground, he lets the sword go, and watches as the body of Steve splits into a perfect two halves, with no blood spilling due to the cauterization from the fire on the sword. Amazed at how clean his weapon still is, Phantom picks it up again, and saunters away toward the village, for a hot meal and a warm bed to stay in.*
lawl sim batel
HA HA...blast from the past.:sh2y:
*Staev's mutilated PYNSS bursts into flames and crumbles to the ground in a pile of embers, but Staev seems unconcerned.
...and then something truly unnatural begins to happen. As "One-Winged Angel" is chanted in the background, the patch of skin that previously held his defaced draconian dirigible of dickitude begins to burble like a geyser. Suddenly, out of his pelvis sprouts not just one, but TWO MASSIVE MANLY MEATSICLES. SCARED AND HELPLESS, BRANDON TRIES TO RUN BUT IT PROVES FUTILE AS HE RECEIVES A TASTE OF STAEV'S COLOSSAL COCK CANNON CRASHING ACROSS HIS CRANIUM, KNOCKING HIM ACROSS THE GROUND, THROUGH ONE CAR WINDOW AND OUT ANOTHER, AND FINALLY CRASHING HIM AGAINST THE WALL, WHERE STAEV STANDS OVER HIM RELEASING A MULTITUDE OF MUSCLE MILK, DROWNING HIM IN MY RICH PROTEIN SHAKE.*
Staev: Ha ha...guarantees on dowels!
good *** i've never laughed harded
burn blacks
do i win?
KLARTH used LOIN LOBSTER!
STAEV's PULSATING PELVIC PISTON is ineffective!
im going undercover in search of the panty snatcher
Clitical hit.
I've been away from the Internet for five days, and you guys still managed to make me cackle all therough that time. This thread's awesome permeates the ether.
*uses fist of ninja to bus open all your capullaries all at once*
Shut up, muffla.
Teehee, I remember thoroughly making in fun of sim battling and Sean Fury in NGSAM less than a week before this thread was made. We don't do that enough anymore.
I attack its weak point for massive damage.