From atop the deck of the My Little Pony, Warmonger Little Lord Fauntleroy watched with about as much amusement as he could muster at the approaching enemy ship. Fauntleroy knew its callsign well; the Dark Void, Flagship of his holy master Scrazz's enemy, the nefarious Darkvoidof40k. Obviously, being a Tech-priest, Fauntleroy wasn't allowed to find this funny (or have any emotion beyond the purely scientific, of course), but what the old farts in the Mechanicus didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "My lord." The Warmonger's menial opened a channel to the Cult's own battleship, the Scrazz the mighty, home of the most venerated Scrazz. "We have the enemy in sight. Sodomuffin cannons primed and ready to fire when ordered...it's him, sir." "Excellent. Fire when ready Warmonger, I will be with you shortly."
(OOC: Based on a random conversation we had in Scarzza's P&Mblog thread, which you really should check out btw. Pledge your alleigence to either the Cult of Scarzz or that heretic Darko, and let's party.)
Under my giant mechanical heel!
The SS Better that Superman , Batman and Several other Characters (AKA Giant Battle Droid) grabs Darkvoids ship and breaks off its main gun
1) This is a completely silly roleplay. But we can't have stupidly unreasonable things that are stupid. 2) Treat it like a normal roleplay, except with much less writing, coordination and just remember to have fun!
For example, blood reaper is doing random things that make absolutely no sense (even less sense than the things that we deem 'normal' that already make no sense).
Suddenly, a Supa krooza commanded by WARORK maneuvers into impact trajectory wit the SS Better than Superman and engages its warp drives to ram the giant ship at warp speed.
A rather disheveled looking pacman ghost floats aimlessly past the Dark Void, and, with forlorn eyes welling up with tears, he realised he is so very far from home, and his life had become so much more complicated than simply chasing a 2 dimensional nemesis.
WARORK93 wrote:Suddenly, a Supa krooza commanded by WARORK maneuvers into impact trajectory wit the SS Better than Superman and engages its warp drives to ram the giant ship at warp speed.
"Dats dun it boyz! WEZ GON PLAD!!!!!"
(Spaceballs reference FTW )
Whose side are you on?
ghosty wrote:A rather disheveled looking pacman ghost floats aimlessly past the Dark Void, and, with forlorn eyes welling up with tears, he realised he is so very far from home, and his life had become so much more complicated than simply chasing a 2 dimensional nemesis.
Ah, ghosty, your witty writing always makes me smile.
The SS Better that Superman , Batman and Several other Characters aims its twin linked Multi-Meltas at WARORK93's Supa Kruza attempting to stop its impact
Scrazz sits atop his Command Throne aboard the 'Scrazz The Mighty', and he smiles. (Like My avatar is doing)
"Scrazz to all Cultists, Fire the Sodomuffin cannons, the AP guns, and any other guns at our disposal. Board the Super Dooper Space Fighters, and annoy these annoying men who are oblivious to the greatness of Scrazz."
The Super Dooper Space Fighters dive into the fight with the Space Tank Armada, and viscious volleys of Angry Marines and Monkeys Who Have MultiLazor Fingertips are exchanged.
The Super Dooper Space Fighters have one Ace Pilot in their midst, called Mr. Punk, who Insta-kills twenty Space Tanks.
From the bridge of The Dark Void, Darkvoidof40k's second-in-command, Shadow, directs the battle, using his superior knowledge of everything to make the Space Tank Armada have living metal, thus self-repairing themselves and turning into Space Monoliths that fire concentrated explosive Tyranids.
Mr Punk, the Ace Super Dooper Space Fighter pilot, divebombs over The Dark Void, severely wounding Shadow. Pr Punk, however, was killed whilst distracted by Space Pigeons, and flew against a Space Marine In Space.
Ah, but Scrazza, it's Shadow. And you know just how insane he is .
BIC:
Angered at these events, Shadow turns his own testicles into Death Stars, which fire at the enemy fleet, causing massive damage and destroying the Space Marine in Space, the Super Dooper Fighters and the Tank/Monolith Armada thingy.
Then The Dark Void teleports itself using plot magic to Planet Party, and everyone has a party on Planet Party.
Skanking wildly, Scrazz and his Cultists finally get themsemves together after three hours of straight Skanking. Tired as they were, they Teleported back to the 'Scrazz The Mighty', to fire Boobs Of Death on the Party Planet. Darko and his Lapdogs were able to teleport back in time, but Party Planet got transformed into Booby Planet
The SS Better that Superman , Batman and Several other Characters dosn't know what to do now and gets bored. He then plays his giant PSP cause he's bored while Scrazza and Darkvoid fight.
Darkvoidof40k has his ship fire its Vortex cannon into Scrazza's bridge, sending Scrazza's bridge to the Vortex of Doom.. otherwise known as endless Justin Bieber land where people never say never, also known as hell, also known as a high priority to kill with fire.
arriving at this place of disgust, Scrazz lets out a giant flame-fart, killing justine Bieber, and all his beliebers. The place is cleased of filth, Scrazz jumps into the air, fist pumping.
Scrazza wrote:arriving at this place of disgust, Scrazz lets out a giant flame-fart, killing justine Bieber, and all his beliebers. The place is cleased of filth, Scrazz jumps into the air, fist pumping.
(OOC: this RP, it inflates my ego)
But as the planet's gravity measures 30N you cannot jump, move, or do anything at all. Edit: And you are, quite literally, crushed into the planet. In the Vortex.
Mourning the loss of their leader, the Cultists on the Planet 'Scrazz's Planet' activate the cloning pod, and Scrazz is reborn. HE fist pumps into the air, ignoring gravity. The Cult of Scrazz is able to fight the Long War again.
The cloning facility clones all Scrazzultists, and the Might Scrazz dive bombs untothe planet where Darko and Scrazz were having a tea party. Scrazz jumps into the air, using superman skillz, and flies aboard the Might Scrazz. The Mighty Scrazz unleashes it's deadly cargo of Twenty Thousand tonnes missiles, and the tea party...is over.
With nothing to do The SS Better than Superman , Batman and Chuck Norris put togther's Crew decide Screw Battle were getting drunk. While Drunk they fire a Nuclear missile of 250 mega tones at Shadow. For each 50 their are 10 justin Beibers carry baby Justin Biebers.
The Head of the he SS Better than Superman , Batman , Chuck Norris and Darth Vader opens to revel a gravity blaster forcing the missile back at Shadow. SS Better than Superman , Batman , Chuck Norris and Darth Vader then rasies his left hand and fires the supa lazer cannon.
Meanwhile on the stricken Supa Krooza, WARORK's bigmeks contemplate the law of mathematics and finally figure out (in a rather orky way) to divide by zero.
A hole opens in the universe, and sucks everything in.
WARORK93 wrote:Meanwhile on the stricken Supa Krooza, WARORK's bigmeks contemplate the law of mathematics and finally figure out (in a rather orky way) to divide by zero.
A hole opens in the universe, and sucks everything in.
Shadow transforms into a star-steed and I ride upon his back, escaping the hole in the universe by travelling faster than it can suck somehow, and become the sole remaining thing left in the universe.
Meanwhile in the Anti universe SS Better than Superman , Batman , Chuck Norris and Darth Vader along with everything else in the new univerese realise Darkvoids gone. They all get drunk and party.
You guys do realise that everything in the void is dead? Suffered a miserable, messy, gory, disgusting, incomprehensibly painful and torturous death that lasts many eons.
The Void becomes party dimension VI and Darkvoid is stuck in the darkness. Everyone in party dimension IV gets free Beer and always has amazing partys.
Darkvoidof40k creates a new universe out of Shadow, and it is more awesome than anything possibly imaginable by anyone except possibly myself. Darkvoidof40k becomes God in this new universe, as it is unlike anything ever to have existed before - and the void is permanently closed to it.
But it means you will never have the chance to worship Darkvoidof40k for the God he is; never bathe in his glory; be awed by his immense and limitless power. In your ignorance, you will deny yourselves the path to ultimate bliss.
I grow a new one. Besides, I can invalidate your attack before it ever happened because "Diemension" ain't a word and you didn't have inter-dimensional 12,000 Megatonne Nuclear Warhead. 'tis all in the detail..
Fauntleroy hated being cloned. He disliked the uncertainty present in not knowing whether your atoms were going to stick back together in something that resembeled what you were before. Still, it had worked this time, so he could give praise to the Scrazznissiah (a perculiar blend on Scrazz-themed and traditional technotheological beliefs). Teleporting himself back to the bridge of the My Little Pony, Fauntleroy paced to the front of the craft, only pausing to shoot a panicking underling in the head with his beloved Ripper pistol 'Ellie'. To restore order, of course. Looking out from the deck of his spacecraft, the Warmonger saw the battle raging between the noble cultists and the dastardly foe Darkvoid. The Tech-priest wondered how his beloved master was doing in his battle, but then realized that he had more pressing concerns. Looking at the Sodomuffin cannons, which had been blasting out Rainbow beams of death-ness for the past few hours, Fauntleroy gave a mechanical giggle. He had a cunning plan.
On the Bridge of the The SS Better than Superman , Batman , The Emperor , Chuck Norris and Darth Vader reaper and his mechnicle servents ploted against Darkvoid
"I'm out of ideas"
"Roger that"
But Blood Reaper had a great idea
"Screw Battle Lets get drunk!"
"Roger Roger"
After geting Drunk the Droids decided the best thing to do. Fire more missiles and ignore the Cultsists fighting near the zone of impact
"Open fire!"
Flying by in his mighty warship," The Blame Darko",..
The HIgh Grand Poobah of all evil clowns glared at his instrument panel...a cruel smile spreading across his face...
" Load the Tombstone torpedoes!! and bring all Zombie Canons online!!" The Mighty Fitzz roared to his crew of scantaly clad females in clown makeup and midgets on roller skates...
" Fire up the whiskey lasers!! and bring the Pie tossers to bear!!!!...This shall be a day long remembered ...it has seen the end of Patrick...it will now see the end of Darko!!!" cackled the maniac clown.
OOC: I think the Cult requires some inspirational theme tune if we hope to suceed.
BIC: As the battle raged throughout the inky darkness of the non-universe, a piercing battlecry broke through the chilling silence. It was simple, only two words in length, but more chilling for that.
"OHHHH, YEAHHH!"
Darko's concentration was broken as rainbow beams blasted through the vacuum, the My Little Pony blasting into the alternate reality. Atop it a solitary figure stood playing the air guitar, lasers firing from the air of his Fender. For a moment, it could be mistaken for the tech-priest Fauntleroy, but on closer inspection it was much worse. The Martian ahd broken all codes of war and unleashed the Cult's most might Daemon-prince; a creature only slightly less powerful than Scrazz himself.
Charlie Sheen.
ALL GLORY TO HYPNO TOAD! Thousands of Mindless Battle Droids chanted as they aproched the worlds of Darkvoidof40k , constanlty chanting to their great master. THE HYPNOTOAD. However on the SS Better than Superman , Batman , Spiderman , Darth Vader , The Emperor , Chuck Norris and Several 70's Bands. "Lord Reaper do you think THE HYPNO TOAD is a good thing to help the troops?" "Glory to Scrazza! We will destroy the enemy with our Multilasers and other deadly Weapons!"
The Mighty Fitzz roared with laughter as his Apathy rays washed over Darko...
" Fetch me a keg of Beer a Rubber Chicken and several copies of Pink Flamingo!!!" Fitzz cackled to a serving wench clad in a gold sequenced bikini and wearing Glenn Becks head for a hat.
EDIT:...
Leaning back in his command chair that was fasioned to resemble a giant public toilet ..The king of evil clowns adjusted his speaker volume to 11 and inserted an 8-track tape of Barry Whites greatest hits into his sound system...
" Ahh...one must learn to enjoy the little things." Fitzz thought as he absently tossed a custard and cyanide filled pie at a passing midget.
Blood Reaper decides that his minions bring him his favorite pet , The Hypnotoad and play "Surfin Bird". He then ponders on the point of the war and wonders why the war began , "Why are we fighting" he crys out and is answered quickly. "Lets get drunk." He agreed. Pissed Blood Reaper teleported onto Scrazza's command ship and falls alsep wondering were everyone is?
WARORK decides that since it seems like everyone is ganging up on poor old Dark, that he'd help him out by blasting his supa krooza out of the void and back into the universe while yelling
"LEEEROYYYYYYYY JIINNNKEEEEENS!!!!!"
and blaring this from every speaker, especially the uber speakers attached to the front of the krooza and settng them to the "MAXIMUM OVERLOAD EARKILLY" setting
Spoiler:
and this is what the orks looked like while they were rokkin out.
Where you observe safety...bring Chaos.
Where you see order...bring Mayhem.
Where you witness law...bring Anarchy.
Where you find weakness...bring Entropy.
I just had this image in my mind of Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh talking, making a battle plan, while Khorne runs off, swinging his axe yelling LEEEEEROOOY JENKIIINS!'
Scrazza wrote:Scrazz, who is, basically, Khorne, grows a new one.
This thread is pointless. The fictional realities, dimensions, universes, galaxies, creatures, machines, ideas, everything of this thread self-implodes permanently and this thread ends.
....In a gesture of unusual kindness,the Lord of evil Clowns orders his minions to transport kegs of beer,giant chocolate bunnies and huge sugar eggs filled with strippers onto Darko's command ship..
Fitzz's face appears on a moniter..." Happy ...chocolate consumer day Darko...share some of the beer and chocolate with Scrazz...and since your enjoying ultra violent films of the 70's, may I suggest a Clockwork Orange...great little viddy droogie..."
With that Fitzz leans back in his throne and orders several clones of Bo Derek to place crates of marshmallow peeps into a giant microwave oven....just for the giggles.
FITZZ wrote:may I suggest a Clockwork Orange...great little viddy droogie..."
Nah, I've already seen it. Might watch it again in a few years.
Well...in that case...watch "Sweet Sweetback's Baad asssss song" and "Pink Flamingo's" back to back....I'm certian those two films will...entertain you.
EDIT:...Or at least make you question humanities right to exist...
Scrazza wrote:The Mighty Scrazz commands you all to join DOOMFART.
My leige, thank you, but no thank you. The eternal battle between MODS and users is far, far to entertaining to watch from a distance without risking me mucking it all up by joining.
MAFIA is a much more secret organization and we do not need to tote around our numbers to impress people only I, Halonachos, proclaim to be a member of MAFIA as I am the champion and must defend its honor openly.
Sad little Doomfart must use their numbers as the only way to impress others, MAFIA is much more modest and clandestine in our operations. We humble ourselves before the Moderators and Administrators who also ignore the petty attempts of DOOMFART to foil the innerworkings of Dakkadakka. We have seen the future and it does not involve the petty likeness of DOOMFART.
Karon wrote:Earl Simmons breaks out of jail, takes several days, and a boat ride, to Darkvoidof40k's house.
Takes out his 9mm glock, fires several rounds into Dark's chest.
Game over.
Actually Karon, we ended the whole stupid thing about killing me or whatever a few pages ago. Now it's just some stupid war between unofficial sub-groups of Dakkanaut's.
On the command deck of the My Little Pony, the walrus adjusted his monocle, twisting the small dial on the side from Tickle to Frag. A pipe hung loosely between his great tusks, and a plume of white smoke bled from it in little tufts not unlike wool. As the Dark Void lurched into view, the great tuxedoed sea-mammal raised a noble flipper at the offending warship, and in response a flurry of charging ponies erupted from the gunstables, raking the side of the rival ship, gouging deep, rainbow scars in the metal. Scrambling the fighters into Attack Pattern Fluttershy, the craft engaged in lethal furballs with the Darko vessels, reaping a terrible toll on the enemy. Clenching his teeth around his pipe, the noble walrus adjusted his top hat before shouting; "For Dakka! For DOOMFART! Send this heretics to their graves! I, Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART command it!"
On the Decks of the renamed Providence-class carrier/destroyer blood reaper pointed a mechanical hand at the Darkvoid and barked a order to one of the mindless drones that dotted the bridge. Two security officers strode towards him
"Sir we have news!"
"Darkvoid gave up on the Plot!"
"WE WIN!"
"THE FISH OF TIME!" The Battle Droids eyes began to smoke as his mind was blown by Little lord Fauntleroy , the Thousands of other Battle Droids began to clap with respect. "WE SHALL STEAL THE FISH!"
Mordo gasped, the pipe almost falling from his teeth. "The Fish? THE Fish? My Lord, as Grand Rplogian, I must protest. I know the Fish of Time to be a Munchkin item. It forces GMs to take the lives of their now corrupt players. This...this is madness!"
"Do you truley think the GM will care of the pathetic role players that we will offer to them. As chief councillor of the council of pie I demand we steal the fish!
The Battle Droid slams his mechanical hand against his desk.
"No Tech priest" The Battle Droid turned to the Red Marked security droids "Keep an eye on Mordo." "Roger Roger." The Two droids leave the room in a hurry. “What are your real plans?” The Droid leans forward towards the Tech priest.
If the Techpriest still had a mouth, he would of smiled.
"Blood Reaper, you know you're duty. Mordo, you're task is to keep Scarzza occupied. I wish this to be a pleasant surprise for him. I personally must retreat to my private chambers to...contemplate upon this matter."
With that, Fauntleroy left the room.
“You two keep an eye on him and tell the Security on this ship to be on high alert. This is my ship and don’t allow any one on it that I don’t know about!”
The Security droids nod and continue their patrols while several Pilot droids walk over to Blood Reaper.
“Master we have your weapons ready.”
Mordo couldn't believe his fur-covered ears. This was treason. What Reaper and Fautleroy were discussing would lead to civil war without end. With MAFIA and the MODs closing in on both sides, internal conflict now would be utterly beyond reproach. However, if he refused to participate in the coup, Reaper would kill him now. War was brewing once again, and the Grand Rplogian would soon be forced to pick a side. The walrus was torn. He had known Blood Reaper far before he had ever met Lord Scrazza, before Cheesecat even. No. Friend or not, DOOMFART came first. There would be war, and Mordo knew where he would stand. Broadcasting a telepathic warning to Scrazza, the walrus performed a double back flip, firing a searing beam of light from his monocle, destroying the two battle droids in clouds of superheated gas. The great mammal flopped with great speed to the lift, thumping inside as he sent out a message to the DOOMFART Navy. "Blood Reaper and Fautleroy have turned away from Scrazza's Light. Use whatever means necessary to apprehend them. Mordo out.
The lancing energies slammed into fauntleroy's craft, waking him from his reverie. Rising to his feet as more explosions shook the ship, he gave a metallic snarl. "MORDOSKULL! I'll have your head for this!" Fauntleroy considered contacting Blood Reaper, but decided against it; the Droid would have to survive on his own. Voxing the ship First mate (a particularly eloquent servitor by the name of Steven), Fauntrleroy offered a silenct prayer to the Scrazznisiah as the My Little Pony jumped into the warp.
Mordo stood on the deck of his flagship, Fist of Fist with his flippers clasped behind his back, surveying the organization of the loyalist fleet, thousands of prows cutting through the void, each one flying the spaceflag of DOOMFART. The walrus sighed. He had been in more wars than he cared to remember, having fought both the Grammar Nazis AND the Number Communists on Superior Inferior, and had nearly lost his life. This war, this war was different. For the first time in history, DOOMFART was turned against itself in a conflict that would be renowned for it's brutality. Mordo sighed again. It was a war they could not afford to lose.
Scrazz orders the complete anihalation of Faunty's ship, all his crew, his soldiers,...his everything. Before doing this, try to turn his underlings back to the cult of Scrazz, if they wish to.
As for Blood Reaper. "You have turned from my light. You must...make me a sandwish to repent from your sins."
Blood Reaper rasies his hand towards Scrazz
"I was never part of DOOMFART lord Scrazz and so I never truley knew its laws! I commited no crimes and I refuse to make a Sandwich. Your evidence against me is tiny and I commited no Hearsy!"
And after the sandwish, you will die for your sins.
Scrazz comes to the aid of his one loyal cultist, Mordo, aand destroys Blood reapers ship after he left it with a boarding pod. Doomsday missiles slams into Blood reapers ship, and everything is doomed for Blood reaper. (well, obviously)
"I will not die for sins uncommited Scrazza" Blood Reaper walks towards Scrazza in his Command Ship and draws his twin energy swords while his allies Mordecai and Rigby draw theirs. "Face me Scrazza"
Scrazza ignores gravity, again, and he jumps in the air. Scrazz takes his Mega-Über-killy-DakkaDOOMFART-shooty-gun, and blasts Rigby and Mordecai into bits. He is left standing with only Blood reaper.
And Scrazz's cohort of Scrazz-combat-flesh-units, all armed with broadswords and plasma guns attached to their shoulders, all bearing a tattoo of the greatness that is Scrazz.
"Rigby and Mordecai were some of my greatest allies but I do have more! Thel Vadam and Grievous , Arby 'n' the Chief attack!" As Scrazz battles the great warriors Blood Reaper calls out for Mordoskul
"Come Mordo battle me!"
The Scrazz cohort quickly deals with the puny men, their limbs severed from their bodies, plasma searing the skin.
"I must destroy this heresy against my greatness." Scrazz flew towards Blood Reaper, his Mega-Über-killy-DakkaDOOMFART-shooty-gun aimed at the droid's head.
Scrazz fired his Mega-Über-killy-DakkaDOOMFART-shooty-gun, resulting in a headless blood reaper, who, miraculously, still stood.
Aboard the Shadow of Intent Blood Reaper sits in the ship commander chair as Elite and Droid pilots work to find the remains of their feet while cloacked and continued to send a single to his remaining ships. "Why did Mordoskul not suport me Mordecai? You are my greatest seer and have proved your powers time and time again." "I don't know dude he seemed quite cool." "Prepare the Infintey matrix now , the universe will burn at my feet."
Silence! All of you! As Co-Head of DOOMFART, I outrank all of you. And we will get the fish. The fish can take us back in time, where we shall take out Halonachos, eliminating MAFIA!
He shall taste excellent with a nice chianti and some fava beans...
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Just what the hell have you people been smoking?
My friends ask me that all the time and the answer has always been nothing. I'll probably not smoke anything for fear of my skull exploding due to pure shenanigan power.
Karon wrote:Earl Simmons breaks out of jail, takes several days, and a boat ride, to Darkvoidof40k's house.
Takes out his 9mm glock, fires several rounds into Dark's chest.
Game over.
Actually Karon, we ended the whole stupid thing about killing me or whatever a few pages ago. Now it's just some stupid war between unofficial sub-groups of Dakkanaut's.
MAFIA supports the term Dakkaites as Dakkanauts is reserved for the unwashed masses.
Karon wrote:Earl Simmons breaks out of jail, takes several days, and a boat ride, to Darkvoidof40k's house.
Takes out his 9mm glock, fires several rounds into Dark's chest.
Game over.
Actually Karon, we ended the whole stupid thing about killing me or whatever a few pages ago. Now it's just some stupid war between unofficial sub-groups of Dakkanaut's.
MAFIA supports the term Dakkaites as Dakkanauts is reserved for the unwashed masses.
.... ...Oddly enough the D in DOOMFART stands for Dakkaites..
Karon wrote:Earl Simmons breaks out of jail, takes several days, and a boat ride, to Darkvoidof40k's house.
Takes out his 9mm glock, fires several rounds into Dark's chest.
Game over.
Actually Karon, we ended the whole stupid thing about killing me or whatever a few pages ago. Now it's just some stupid war between unofficial sub-groups of Dakkanaut's.
MAFIA supports the term Dakkaites as Dakkanauts is reserved for the unwashed masses.
.... ...Oddly enough the D in DOOMFART stands for Dakkaites..
Karon wrote:Earl Simmons breaks out of jail, takes several days, and a boat ride, to Darkvoidof40k's house.
Takes out his 9mm glock, fires several rounds into Dark's chest.
Game over.
Actually Karon, we ended the whole stupid thing about killing me or whatever a few pages ago. Now it's just some stupid war between unofficial sub-groups of Dakkanaut's.
MAFIA supports the term Dakkaites as Dakkanauts is reserved for the unwashed masses.
.... ...Oddly enough the D in DOOMFART stands for Dakkaites..
Nay, the D in DOOMFART stands for Dakkanauts.
Nope...sorry Nachos,but I can state with 100% certianty that it stands for Dakkaites.
Karon wrote:Earl Simmons breaks out of jail, takes several days, and a boat ride, to Darkvoidof40k's house.
Takes out his 9mm glock, fires several rounds into Dark's chest.
Game over.
Actually Karon, we ended the whole stupid thing about killing me or whatever a few pages ago. Now it's just some stupid war between unofficial sub-groups of Dakkanaut's.
MAFIA supports the term Dakkaites as Dakkanauts is reserved for the unwashed masses.
.... ...Oddly enough the D in DOOMFART stands for Dakkaites..
Nay, the D in DOOMFART stands for Dakkanauts.
Nope...sorry Nachos,but I can state with 100% certianty that it stands for Dakkaites.
Darko scratched his ethereal head in confusion, wondering just what the hell is going on and just what the hell all these people have been smokin'.
Drugs are bad, this is the universal truth. The events that have taken place here proove it. Now where did I leave my weed..
--some time later--
Darko, high on weed, reaches into reality, and picks up Scrazza, Blood Reaper, Halonachos, Mordoskul, Chowderhead and FITZZ, and places them in Germany 1945.
Darko, high on weed, reaches into reality, and picks up Scrazza, Blood Reaper, Halonachos, Mordoskul, Chowderhead and FITZZ, and places them in Germany 1945.
You realize most people would just eat a few twinkies and watch South Park rather than warping time and space....of course...your not "most" people...
Incidently ,why have I been transported to 1940's Germany?...I mean ...I like the boots ...but the politics leave a lot to be desired.
Darko, high on weed, reaches into reality, and picks up Scrazza, Blood Reaper, Halonachos, Mordoskul, Chowderhead and FITZZ, and places them in Germany 1945.
You realize most people would just eat a few twinkies and watch South Park rather than warping time and space....of course...your not "most" people...
Incidently ,why have I been transported to 1940's Germany?...I mean ...I like the boots ...but the politics leave a lot to be desired.
You're in 1945 for no other reason than almost certainly guaranteed death awaits you there. Good luck!
Darko, high on weed, reaches into reality, and picks up Scrazza, Blood Reaper, Halonachos, Mordoskul, Chowderhead and FITZZ, and places them in Germany 1945.
You realize most people would just eat a few twinkies and watch South Park rather than warping time and space....of course...your not "most" people... Incidently ,why have I been transported to 1940's Germany?...I mean ...I like the boots ...but the politics leave a lot to be desired.
You're in 1945 for no other reason than almost certainly guaranteed death awaits you there. Good luck!
Darko, high on weed, reaches into reality, and picks up Scrazza, Blood Reaper, Halonachos, Mordoskul, Chowderhead and FITZZ, and places them in Germany 1945.
You realize most people would just eat a few twinkies and watch South Park rather than warping time and space....of course...your not "most" people...
Incidently ,why have I been transported to 1940's Germany?...I mean ...I like the boots ...but the politics leave a lot to be desired.
You're in 1945 for no other reason than almost certainly guaranteed death awaits you there. Good luck!
Ahh of course,it all makes perfect sense now... ...
...With a wave of his hand and a spritz from his mystic seltzer bottle of " Things are going to go my way",Fitzz transforms the entire Wermacht (and indeed most of the citizens of Germany) into small fluffy kittens...
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Kittens who are armed with rifles and know how to use them. Fluffy Blitzkrieg Kittens, GO!
...Again,utilizing his dastardly gift for out foxing his opponent , Fitzz releases millions of balls of yarn ...halting the kitty blitzkrieg in it's tracks...
Cobra commander goes through his time machine to find the nazis zombie reseach to find a walrus with a monnecle. Cobra commander soon realizes this being is the weapon he needs. "Cobra shall protect the warlus agianst all!".
I elect to be somewhere far away from eastern germany, somewhere behind Allied lines where I turn myself into American authorities in order to be whisked away to a PoW camp in America at the worst.
"...where am I."
Fauntleroy sat up, slowly. His head was hurting like a *****. Had there been some kind of party last nght for followers of Scrazz? No, Fauntleroy thought, he never went to partys, it was part of what being him entailed. Memory slowly started toreturn to him...Mordoskull...fleeing to the warp...Scrazz's obliteration of his fleet...wait a minute, if Scarzz had destroyed everything why was he here? The answer came to the priest in a moemnt; of course, he had been travelling through the Dark Void, perhaps it's titular denizen the heretical DV had provided his aid to Fauntleroy in order to spite his old foe. The Adept bristened-being saved by your enemy was never a good thingv, especially if they were saving you from your comrades. Fauntleroy had never trusted the DOOMFART members, as he'd never joined the mysterious cult himself, but he'd always considered that blasted Walrus a valuable ally. Still, vengance would be gained later. The Battle Droid's, designated Blood Reaper, stance still was unknown to Faunt, but he resolved to worry about that problem when it arose.
Faunt's concentration was broke as a fighter swooped overhead. Instinctively, he dived to the ground; admittedly, his red robes were not the most camoflagued things in the world, but he wasn't blasted into a million pieces so that was something. Looking up after he was sure it was gone, Fauntleroy ran a quick calculation in his head-judging by the mark of the planes weapons, plus the way its machine spirit resonated, he guessed he was on Earth circa 1945. At the end of the War then. It would seem that he'd been sent back in time, but whether the others were here he was unsure. Still, if they were, Faunt would take pleasure in ending their existence. He noted that he had lost his flagship (Faunt vowed that the My Little Pony would be rebuilt, imbumed with even more terrifying sodomuffin themed power) and most of his army, but he still had his trusty pistol Ellie. Plus, he had a secret weapon.
Removing a small box from his robe, Faunt fidled with some of the dials in an almost inquisitive manner. When he was done, a glowing green portal matirealised a few metres in front of him. Out of the doorway marched 10 Adeptus Custodes, each brandishing Guardian Spears and forming in perfect ranks. Fauntleroy smiled-If Scrazz, and Dark Void had their aces, then so could he. Looking up, he adressed them all in a rasping mechanic voice.
"Your orders are simple; search this land for traces of the Fish of Time. Do whatever you have to do, and if you see any of the others engage with extreme prejudice, but leave the Walrus to me; he's mine." At that, the Custodians nodded, and turned to leave. Faunt let out a metallic sigh. So...it had come to this. War between followers of Scrazz. He hadn't had to follow this path, Faunt told himself. He'd once had a normal life; friends, schoolwork, attraction towards a woman. Maybe he could of told her, and this could of all been avoided....no. Even if he still harboured any feelings towards her, this was more important. The Fish of Time was the key to Fauntleroy's master plan, and it was all that mattered. He would get what he desired. It was only a matter of time.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Indeed. You know usually I'm in therapy right now, so I'm not online...so this is what Dakka's like on a sunday night...holy throne...
Official therapists suck at their own job, and only make problems worse. If you want proper therapy, talk to your nearest and most convenient unofficial internet counsellor-buddy that is both quite experienced and willing to help.
If I just write 'K' will you break into my house and kill me ? Also, mine honestly isn't too bad, mainly becaus ehe plays 40k so we have common ground.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:If I just write 'K' will you break into my house and kill me ? Also, mine honestly isn't too bad, mainly becaus ehe plays 40k so we have common ground.
Three or four or however many years ago when my parents made me go to counselling, all it involved was me sitting down doing nothing for an hour (not to mention the drive into London..) with some old lady, and considering whether or not it would be worth jumping out of the window.
That sounds fun. Mine lives quite close, and I actually kind of look forward to it-basically we sit there for two or so hours listening to music, talking about our new plans for 40k (my quest to get him to play Fantasy continues), and I can swap between personalities without being judged. Yay for Dissociative idendity disorder!
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:That sounds fun. Mine lives quite close, and I actually kind of look forward to it-basically we sit there for two or so hours listening to music, talking about our new plans for 40k (my quest to get him to play Fantasy continues), and I can swap between personalities without being judged. Yay for Dissociative idendity disorder!
I do not know what DID is, but I do know that your therapist sounds more like a mate than a counsellor. I had to suffer at the horrible place known as the Tavistock. *shudder*
He's a very cool guy, although I wouldn't call him a friend. He's one of the few people who actually use my proper name, so for that I respect him.
DID is basically where you have multiple personalities that all compete for dominance within your own body; it can often manifests as paranoia, voices, talking to yourself, or the feeling of being watched when no-one's around. It's one of the main reasons I find it difficult to socialize with people, because they don't understand why I'm often a raving psychopath and I don't really like talking about it, so they see me as being someone who needs to be avoided, which is fair enough I suppose.
Oh I'm rambling again.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:He's a very cool guy, although I wouldn't call him a friend. He's one of the few people who actually use my proper name, so for that I respect him.
DID is basically where you have multiple personalities that all compete for dominance within your own body; it can often manifests as paranoia, voices, talking to yourself, or the feeling of being watched when no-one's around. It's one of the main reasons I find it difficult to socialize with people, because they don't understand why I'm often a raving psychopath and I don't really like talking about it, so they see me as being someone who needs to be avoided, which is fair enough I suppose.
Oh I'm rambling again.
A lack of understanding usually indicates a lack of intelligence. Therefore I can only assume that it's a good thing that I understand what you're saying.
You don't have to care what people think of you, as long as you live your life like you want to, without restraints. Yeah well, DID could be a cause for restraint, but try to ignore it, HAVE FUN!
You don't have to care what people think of you, as long as you live your live like you want to, without restraints. Yeah well, DID could be a cause for restraint, but try to ignore it, HAVE FUN!
We stopped caring a while ago. I mean, I did. I mean...I don't even know any more. Anyway, it's not that bad, and it's a great excuse for shrugging off questions as to why I don't have a girlfriend, which I get asked an awful lot.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Or you're becoming as insane as I am. Either one is fine by me.
You're not insane. You just have multiple personalities. Wait a second..
Actually, I think it's because they're surprised; every other guy, and this isn't an exageration, has been with a girl for a while now, whereas to put it bluntly I've always been solitary.
It's ironi; I don't even know what most of you people look like and yet you probably know more about me than most people I've spent the last 4 or so years with, bar maybe 1. That's the Internet for ya.
I have always been single too, even now. But, when you fall in love in a few years (Dakka says your 14) things will be easier, you will et more sociable to be with that girl. At least, that's what's going on with me. And when you get over that girl, things will go easier in the future. You can see it as 'geting experience'.
Blood Reaper commanded his new Tank squadren from his new (stolen) Tiger tank giving orders to his automated crews while firing on any German tank squadren with his modified future weaponry. His Tank soon joined up with the Russains who he soon sold several new age weapons.
"Where are we captain?"
The Confused Droid held up a map
"Some where in Germany , Berlin boss. Preety sure just some town."
Blood Reaper face plammed himself and sighed.
"Just aim and shoot at anything with a Swastika or German War symbol. And stop being a idiot!"
For a moment, Blood Reaper thought he saw a ninja like form with a face like a grinning pumpkin looking through the tanks vision port at him; but then he blinked and it was gone.
Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:Actually, I think it's because they're surprised; every other guy, and this isn't an exageration, has been with a girl for a while now, whereas to put it bluntly I've always been solitary.
It's ironi; I don't even know what most of you people look like and yet you probably know more about me than most people I've spent the last 4 or so years with, bar maybe 1. That's the Internet for ya.
According to Scrazza, we're the same age. I've never had a girlfriend, and there ain't no shame in that. Although, things seem to be set to change in the next few months.. ah, so many girls, so many options.
Scrazza wrote:I have always been single too, even now. But, when you fall in love in a few years (Dakka says your 14) things will be easier, you will et more sociable to be with that girl. At least, that's what's going on with me. And when you get over that girl, things will go easier in the future. You can see it as 'geting experience'.
I can't disagree and it's to early for me to complain about his grammar. Listen to this man!
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