Author Topic: The Somewhat Mystical Adventure of Nick Kickem  (Read 3362 times)

threads dead I suppose

oh well I guess everyone died

/Nick open the door already

Nick,grow a giant erect sword out of your hand.

Mike,go outside,use magical powers to convert a bit of sand to a lake of fuel,fill up your house thingy and drive to civilization.

You try to open the door, but it's locked from the inside. 

You consider growing a sword out of your head, but that sounds complicated and very painful, plus it could ruin your BELOVED HEAD WEAR!  Instead you do what any man of science would do, and make the shape of a very crudely drawn sword.  Now all we do is wait for the intense sunlight to take its effect aaaaand,


Voila, you created a GLASS SWORD!



Oh man that's beautiful.  What should you do now?

Bash it onto the door to get Mike's attention and yell at him 'OPEN THE DAMN DOOR YOU forget'.



You pour your last bottle of Children's tears into the generator, and it instantly fills up. You are now ready to drive.



You start banging on the door with your newly obtained sword, being careful not to shatter it.  You yell at who or whatever may be in there to please open the door, as it is quite hot out here.



So hot in fact, that you've taken some damage from the intense heat.



There's an intense knocking at your door and the gentlemen behind it is shouting rather coarse profanities. What should you do?


You peek outside your door.



Among the musty sunsetting prairie a wild figure appears!



You gRAPE him with all your might.



Whoops, it was just Nick.




Ow.  Whoever this ruffian is sure has a good throwing arm, those grapes hurt like a bitch.  They seem to be alright though, unlike you.  What should you do now?

Mike,while he's unconcious drag him in and the grapes too,then make wine out of the grapes and create through some strange wizardy a sleep potion.

Nick is passed out on your baby seal leather couch.



You use the latest in extraction technology to extract the grapieness and natural sleepiness from the grapes.



You got the Date Grape Drug!

« Last Edit: July 19, 2011, 02:12:39 PM by Mikiyikiy »

WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON'T HURT ME, DON'T HURT ME, NO MORE.

(just in case you are really that dense, this is your cue to start up your airplane-survival-pod's DRIVE FUNCTION and begin a HUMOROUS DRIVING MONTAGE)
« Last Edit: July 20, 2011, 01:51:40 AM by Razre »