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I had an idea for a story where whatever people are passionate about becomes real. One guy might be passionate about miniatures so his Chaos Marines turn full size, whereas another might be able to weird gak with music. The possibilities are endless, and could make for some cool combats (the painter vs. the web designer!). Sounds manga-ish to me anyway
Cannerus_The_Unbearable wrote:I had an idea for a story where whatever people are passionate about becomes real. One guy might be passionate about miniatures so his Chaos Marines turn full size, whereas another might be able to weird gak with music. The possibilities are endless, and could make for some cool combats (the painter vs. the web designer!). Sounds manga-ish to me anyway
Ok , they should do a Pokemon version of warhammer.
Where the units stay in the pokeball and get summoned out for battle ( ahaha so stupid but funny )
"Kharn! i choose you! , start off with using berserk"
*Kharn goes berserk and kills the master and then everyone else
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Funny how our good friends in Japan (a highly overcrowded urbanized country) just love seeing cities blown to hell.
Oh you must also emphaize how nature is better than technology.
ANd that you can do anything if you are true to yourself.
And that being shy and retiring means that you really have the soul of a hero.
And that in the end friendship is the one thing you can count on.
And that in the end our highly-trained military and scientists and world leaders can't do gak but a group of 5 high school students can save the world.
Oh and that magical weapons somehow always look like things teenagers carry and that magical costumes always look like school uniforms.
Don't forget to get a percentage of any merchandise, that's where the real money is made.
LunaHound wrote:
Ok , they should do a Pokemon version of warhammer.
Where the units stay in the pokeball and get summoned out for battle ( ahaha so stupid but funny )
"Kharn! i choose you! , start off with using berserk"
*Kharn goes berserk and kills the master and then everyone else
Here's a neat idea, take some people who can draw (Japanese, western whatever) and explain 40k to them without describing anything then ask them to draw an Ultramarine, a Chaos Marine, an Eldar etc.
It would be kind of neat to see what they end up with.
Anuvver fing - when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it.
don't forget the "tormented youth" for the teenies to relate to...they gotta be in there.
quote=Horst]well no sane woman will let you crap on her chest, or suck off a donkey for you, and sometimes you just need to watch gak like that done by professionals.
<<< my hero
KingCracker wrote:
On a funny note tho, a family friend calls women like that rib poppers. Ya just slide it in until they start popping, then you know your there
And don't forget to let people play chess or some other brainy sport that lets them gloat like pretentious feckheads over others while shouting "CHECKUMATUH"
Also, eating something and making a long animation of seeing the fork take a piece of cake and chewing on it. FETH.
BrookM wrote:And don't forget to let people play chess or some other brainy sport that lets them gloat like pretentious feckheads over others while shouting "CHECKUMATUH"
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OH OHOH OH!!!!!! Make sure that you have plenty of sterotypes of countries, with the Russian exchange student having a weird muostache and a name like Rasputin, while the American soldier is arrogant and talks loudly, and the Irish men who somehow for an unexplained reason is here is a complete and utter drunk!
Now, on a serious note, don't do nothing. I swear to god, if you do, I will hunt you down and do to you what I did to Shrike77, understand?
"I LOVE SUSHI!" exclaimed the woman in the thick-rimmed glasses.
"Ah, excellent," Kobayashi thought contentedly to himself, "they are enjoying themselves."
"I love Japan, period" said the middle-aged man in the blue shirt, slight southern drawl lending a down-home earthiness to his earnest proclamation.
"Oh my, it is such a joy to have such enthusiastic customers!" Kobayashi said to himself, beaming with pride at the delight he had brought to his customers. It was an idyllic day in Kobayashi's small sushi shop. But, then things took a turn for the worst. "J-ROCK!" screeched a greasy-haired delinquent, quite obviously high on something.
"Oh my, someone should be watching over that poor child," Kobayashi thought to himself. But, before he could finish that thought, a rotund man burst forth from the masses, the make-up on his face still smeared across his fleshy visage.
"GIRUGAMESH!" the horrifying painted man exclaims, stabbing the air vehemtly with two massive, pudgy digits.
"What has begun here is something terrible," Kobayashi thinks to himself, rooted in place by equal parts fear, and morbid fascination.
"I LOVE ANIME!" shrieks a curiously toupee'd customer, the disparity of voice and adornment calling into question the beast's gender. "AND MANGA" yells the man-lady's back-quatto, the horrifying extra upper torso protruding from the hermaphrodite's back, malign intent dancing across his/her eyes. Kobayashi is speechless at the spectacle unfolding before him.
"AND GAYMEN!" an infernal scarecrow man drunkenly spews forth, every diabolical syllable dripping from his tongue an affront to sanity and dignity.
"Uh...DDR?," says a man quite plainly.
"Finally, a respite from this madness," Kobayashi thought as he heaved a breathless sigh of relief. But what he had seen so far could never prepare him for what came next.
"SMILE D.K." squealed the man's bloated pig-wife, barely managing to stay balanced atop her chair.
As these things happened, a realization dawned on poor, poor Kobayashi. "These people, these DEMONS, have taken all I know and love and made it wrong, corrupted it. I can not, no, I will not sit idly by as these creatures from beyond the veil wreak havoc in my shop!"
"HEYYYYYY!" Kobayashi growls, brandishing his knife like a modern day warrior. "SAKURA-CON HE IKIMAAAAAAAAAASU" he bellows, the traditional war-cry of his family. As Kobayashi leapt over the table, the gathered masses began morphing, face tearing asunder to reveal rows upon rows of sharp teeth, as new musculature rippled forth from beneath their clothes. Many dropped to all fours, revealing their true bestial nature, snarling and snapping their jaws at Kobayashi. Like a true warrior, however, he dove fearlessly into the throes of battle, slicing sinew and bone alike with a precision afforded him by his years of chef training. He laughed maniacally as bucket upon bucket of blood was spilled, the organs and flesh of his former patrons spewing forth like water down a hill. He and his restaurant alike were soon strewn with every type of viscera, and he gave an animalistic howl to the still-rising moon.
Kobayashi goose-stepped over the knee-high pile of cadavers, and, having finally exited the restaurant, he wiped the blood clean from his cleaver and strode off into the horizon. He knew that he had honored his ancestors with this true act of bravery, and helped to rid the world of a grave evil indeed.
Anuvver fing - when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it.
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