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FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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.

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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.

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

halonachos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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.

As can I.

Foo!

I see your Mr.T and raise you Chuck Norris.

Mordoskul wrote:OOC:

I just realize that I outrank you, Scrazza, as member #25.

I'm actually member 26, but somebody else stole my number, so I kindly edited mine to nr 27

I'm confused. Who's fighting who now?

In 'character':

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.

"I'm of to steal a Tiger tank!"
Blood Reaper steals a German Tiger tank and helps the Allies win the war he also makes Scrazza a Sandwich.

Imma get mah sandwich!

Scrazza wrote:Imma get mah sandwich!

Random event!

Scrazza gets hit by a downed Luftwaffe bomber.

Scrazz ignores gravity, and jumps past the bomber.

Scrazza wrote:Scrazz ignores gravity, and jumps past the bomber that has already hit him.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:Scrazz ignores gravity, and jumps past the bomber that has already hit DARKO.

Scrazza wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:Scrazz ignores gravity, and jumps past the bomber that has already hit DARKO.

I am immaterial, therefore your shenanigans are invalid.

I am Khorne, therefore your shenanigans are invalid.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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!

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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!

Lovely. "Deploy the Scrazz-Jugend."

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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...

Kittens who are armed with rifles and know how to use them. Fluffy Blitzkrieg Kittens, GO!

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!".

1945 Germany eh?

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.

Chowderhead heads for cover, as now that it is 1945, he has a massive Juden star on.

He then summons his Jew Bears, and goes to kill Hitler. For the lulz.

"...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.

I love your serious style of non-serious writing.

That's because the Cult of Scrazz is serious buisness Darko.

Also...the cat...is hypnotsing me...

I can see that from your slowly degressing grammatical correctness. And if you think that was hypnotizing..



Fear the power of kitteh(x2)!

[edit for symmetry]

No, the reason my Grammer is getting worse is because my brain has exploded.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:No, the reason my Grammer is getting worse is because my brain has exploded.

Oh good, I thought it was just me.

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...