"i'll never be able to take this hill" I shout, cursedly at the occupants of the picnic
I drop my head and walk away..
Then, with a sudden turn, I rush towards the hill, pocket knife in hand, and thrust myself towards Dariune, stabbing him in the throat as he feasts on his sandwiches.
I grab the picnic mat, and overturn it and all of the picnic contents onto the floor, and tie the picnic mat around my waist. I ceremonially slice my naked right pect, and let the blood drip down my chest, as an offering to the ghosts of once past.
This was an age of a new dawn.....
Increments to next round....
Norse's hill
b.k. barunt wrote:Snorri's like one of those fufu dogs who get all excited and dance around pissing on themself.
suggs wrote:scared off by all the pervs and wankers already? No? Then let me introduce myself, I'm Mr Pervy Wank.
Actually no I wasn't I saw your post. Your's and mine were 3 minutes apart. I just chose to ignore any stupid post which says "so-and-so's hill" without a legit reason.
I summon the awesome power of the foot-fetish fairies to aid me in my quest to take over the hill. They weave their potent (yet perverse) magic upon your picnic and you all have a sudden desire to tangle your tongues around my toes.
While you grovel around my bare feet, slobbering with bizarre sexual pleasure, I name the hill:
Spamalot's Hill
Wayne wrote:Wow, with a voice like that Dancing Mustard must get all the babes!
Garth wrote:Yeah, I bet he's totally studly and buff.
Noticing the magic is actually all in your head i laugh as infact your imaginary friend tongue ticling your toe and that you infact havent named anything but an ant hill far far away.
After a good old chuckle we all get on with the picnic
Picnic hill
Anarkistsdream wrote:Yay, Dariune's official scapegoat! I think I have just attained my dream job.
I get Santa to drive his reindeer into the wall breaking it into 1,000 pieces. While several of his elves walk in slowly after captureing you in a box and wraping it. They deliver it to a very evil kid in china.
a colony of supersmart radioactive ants from Chernobyl are upset that you disrupted the picnic as they were hoping to take the leftovers, I sign a treaty with these ants saying that we will give them food from the picnic if they help to get rid of the spamalot members. They storm in and sting you all several times. You and your friends attempt to escape as the stinging is too much. Then hours later you die from the radiation that was released into your bloodstream.
Picnic's hill.
Maxleod wrote:Not strike, he's the only one with a functioning brain.