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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba                Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| And so, like a comet in the distance, a cloud of smoke inflated suddenly off into the horizon. Accompanied by a curious and faint humming noise, it only steals distance between itself and the group. The ground shakes and rumbles as the shredding noise of a noticably powerful engine overpowers everyone's senses, causing rocks on the ground to jump and shudder like Mexican Jumping Beans - and within a blink, that same cloud of dust is there, in a blink of an eye.
As the dust settles, a glorious steel sheen brightens the sky, nearly giving the impression that what was sitting in front of them was some kind of sword in a lake. Dust wafted like snowflakes onto the ground, and revealed through that was the unmistakable silhouette of a dauntingly huge chopper. Front wheel towering, handle bars reaching down like tree branches, and exhaust pipes the size of a baby seal -- a sight enough to send vultures into a chapel to confess their trespasses. But dust settles completely, and as the motorcycle idled, everything was still and silent once again. There, sitting on the suede seat was a cactus wearing some pretty arbitrary pitch-black sunglasses, complete with a Fonzie-inspired wardrobe. Slicked black hair, leather jacket, jet black shades and spurs. He hops down from the machine with two familiar clinking sounds. Pikar: Ther' ya' are, Jack. I wus' wondern' why ya' lef' the dinin' hall, bro. We'r all lookin' fer' ya. Sup with you? Just as he finished speaking, a dark blue orb flew out from an unmistakable, golden pipe in the motorcycle, wailing in a surprisingly deep voice - imagine, a teamster. Vinny: Ay Pikar, what's with the stoppin'? He pauses.ˆ More Import'ntly, who are yous guys? Have I seens you before? Were you the ones tryin' to get into ma' cigar room? Pikar looks back at Vinny with an aura of frustration. Pikar: A'ight Vinny, 've heard e'nuff from ye', eh? Why don't we all be cool, a'ight? Lemmie try t' find out what thes' rubes want from the Amazing Pikar. Staring back at the adventures, pushing down his shades in a movie-esque fashion. Pikar: Ye' guys trubblin' ma' bra, here? |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Pikar slyly brushes dust from his leather jacket, littered with colorful patches from all over the Globe. And then, in a fashion straight out of the circus, managed to reset his sunglasses using the very same hand - facinating!
Pikar: Ya' wanna know how I skipped? Easy - I punched 'er in 'er stupid throat, 'n she realized what what's she did! Layin' on th' ground, whinin' and moanin', I stood nex'er, 'n I says, all big-like, "Whats you think yous doin, ye' joy'k? Yous best be leavin' us alone, or I'd be keepin' you six feet under, y'got me?" N' just as I say that, she flips out, yeah? 'Cus she was friggin' scared! Fuggetaboutit! Vinny, Pikar's guidance fairy, grew visibly darker at the story, eventually falling into a nearly black sort of navy blue glow. Steam was billowing out from the pinlight, and for all respects, it looked like it was about to go completely Chernobyl with anger. Darting back and forth, and with a tone like a sine wave, it was beyond all doubt: Vinny was pretty pissed. Pikar turns and notices, as Vinny'd been flying in his face. Pikar: Eh?! What do you want from me, Vinny? Whas' your problem, eh?! Vinny: Yous telling th' whole story wrong, ye' git! Yer' such a flat-faced liar, you plant. He clears his throat, as if he's ready to make a speech. Sees, what really happened 'us like dis' - dis' Queen is bein' a joy'k n' all, 'n outta nowhere, she starts sittin' in our wuter n' contaminatins it! Bringin' in more baddies, y'know? So chowderhead here decides to be an 'ero, n' try to level dis' thing with 'n old nail he stoles from a house. Needlesses to says, he took one swing n' the bug swung back. Never saw a plant fly so fast, y'know? So I'm gettin' pretty freakin' pissed, y'know? I don't wanna be hangin' 'round waiting fer this scatterbrain to beat this thing, so I took matters into my own hands, y'knowhwhatimean? Pummeled the thing in the eye, n' it started goin' nuts. Then Pikar jumps on top of it, actin' like we won. Long story short, it wasn't down n' out, and swallowed the joy'k. Luckily for him, he's got some talent in 'im, and e' used his spines to get out of the queen - but we 'ad to haul ass to get here, y'know? Pikar's ignoring Vinny, and cleaning his jacket triumphantly. Pikar: Right, whatever, Vinny. Nobody understands yer' fairy talk. So yeh', we've come to help you get home so we c'n get back to livin' 'er lives an' explorin' n' stuff. So who are these clowns? (edited by Kirbynite on 07-08-06 03:09 AM) |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Pikar crosses his arms, staring blankly at the travelers.
Pikar: Okay. How d' we know we c'n trust these clowns? Don't ye' remember las' time we asked fer' help from the tall kind? I do, an' every day I miss 'ur golden rockin'chair. |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba  Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Pikar stood with his arms crossed, staring blankly at JD and Glenn - an apparent sense of impatient anger washed over his facial exp Pikar: Heheh, 't seems here like we got a couple'a negative nancies here, tryin' to wipe their feets all over our home. Like Jake says, it's dirtier than a garbage dumb spitoon, but 's still 'r home -- don't you misunderestimate the pow'r we Kokiri really have, 'cus we still 're stronger than we let on, yeh? But ye' speak of love, n' that's somethin' you can't lie about. How much time ye' got? Cus' we c'n go the fast way or the safe way. Vinny darts back and forth, leaving paint-strokes of glittering dust in the wake of the air. Vinny: Oy, ya' rat. I dn't know you hads a heart in you, Mr. Hero of the Kokiris. Lasts I remember, you solds your old girlfriend for a big sandwich. Pikar swats a Vinny, who only narrowly darts from its crashing path. Pikar: Hurmph. Shut up, you flying meal. 'ts a long story, don't believe this joy'k. What'll it be? The platform, or Pikar's Hidden Passage? (edited by MobleSprout on 07-09-06 10:03 PM) (edited by Kirbynite on 07-09-06 10:54 PM) |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Pikar nodded, agreeing with the introduction Jaku'd thrown out to the rest of the group. Though, without saying another word, he took to the skies and climbed awkwardly onto his cycle - almost, like he was trying to scale Washington's nose on Mount Rushmore without a rope. A spectacle to behold.ˆ
Pikar: Well, if yous want to take th' ride w'th me, hop on. Le's get it hummin', Vinny. |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Drink heavily?
That's what I do. I've never even taken an exam. |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba  Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Skydude's still on AIM, but he's totally not the same person anymore. At the least, I remember him being a fairly level-headed and fair person, but these days, he has a temper that could kill an elephant in blind outrage.
You should have seen that guy weave conspiracy theories about Mesia's disappearance. You have to give him one thing - he's amazing at weaving stories. (edited by MobleSprout on 09-27-06 09:02 PM) |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba  Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| You'd think that, but he was pretty much 100% sure that she disappeared this summer just because she got tired of talking to him. | |||
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba  Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Still Flying High, Even at Level 1
------------------------------------ Mother of God, would somebody do something about Ninja AE? Last night, he freaking filled General Discussion with topics, and Kiwibonga and I complained for a half hour about it! Are all the mods still asleep? Have you guys heard the rumors about Shroomy Luigi Man and Mesia? Word is, they're totally a couple (and I'm super jealous. How the hell does that guy get a girl like Mesia? He should just sit and stay at his Nifty Boards, that jackass). In fact, I saw them drawing pictures of eachother kissing under an oak tree.  I
Oh well. Foom thinks that he's a total jerk and I agree. Everyone hates Shroomy. Anyone hear that Acmlm was working on a chatroom for the boards? That would be so cool. It'll probably be as quick as IRC. Whatever. Anyone up for a quick game of Graal? NO LAMERS ALLOWED. Can O' Insight: Does this still work. |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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Originally posted by Xkeeper Nope, I'm still around. I just write for 4colorrebellion.com as Mitch these days - plus, I'm working my way through college and chasing my friends (such as, Mesia and Kirbynite) around the world. Plus, I write for my own site, and was pretty involved in the SA Forums for a couple years. Now I'm just trying to break my way into the video game journalism field. Doing pretty well, considering how popular 4cr's become. It's seriously mindboggling that my stuff gets read by nearly 50,000 people a day :-O |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| Read. Be enlightened. It's been mentioned, but this is seriously the most frighteningly thurough book on the subject in the world. (edited by MobleSprout on 09-30-06 12:01 AM) |
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MobleSprout Micro-Goomba Since: 07-07-06 Last post: 6426 days Last view: 6426 days |
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| WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A GAME?
HOW ABOUT A NICE GAME OF CHESS? HOW ABOUT A NICE GAME OF THIRTEEN YEAR OLD DOUCHEBAG USING LEARNED ANNOYANCE TACTICS ON THE INTERNET TO GARNER DESPERATELY NEEDED ATTENTION THAT HE IS DENIED IN THE REAL WORLD? WHY WON'T YOU TALK TO ME JENNY? WHY? NECKBEARDS ARE VERY INTELLIGENT. |
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