Post by Beast on Mar 30, 2018 5:16:49 GMT
based purely of the WTF factor. Some guest named Rhythmswithleova wasted his time on this.
I miss you my fake Marine...every time I look at the Forum, I see TJ Wagner sitting amongst a pile of money in a opulent office, similar to Tony Montana. To the right of his office, I see his Masturbatorium, with a big bay window and beautiful view. On the floor of this Masturbatorium lies the names of banned forumers. Warriors of words with hearts of Valor, they are stuck together by some unknown slime that stinks to high Heaven with the stench of pancake batter. In a small adjacent room, on the wall, there's heavy framed cork board reserved for the highest offenders of the forum, pictures of men in vinyl masks, bound to saw horses. There are names scribbled on torn pieces of paper, tacked to heads of these helpless souls. I see the name Voldemort (T-Bown-2)look theres another name Fb Prime, and yet more names Squadron Leader B, Gigantic Owl, ect there are so many names on pictures of so many bound bodies. A lonely gold pedestal stands adjacent to the board of pictures of the souls of the damned, there is true to life size, black silicone arm in a dimly lit glass case. I peer closer, I see a semi ornate brass plaque that reads: Merry Christmas, Ruthless4u. Love, Wargaming Chicago-Baltimore. I hear a door open, MY HEART RACES, in walks a man of small stature in a blue janitors uniform, carrying a mop and a bucket, he's whistling something I can't quiet put a finger on. As he starts to mop up the sticky stench on the floor of the Masturbatorium, his whistling turns in to mutters. He starts talking to himself as he gets closer I can make out what he's saying. He's speaking a bad lisp, "I'll show tttttttttthem howowowowo ttttttoo Flankkkkkkk E3's in a E,EEEEEEEE E5". As he turns to walk out of the Masturbatorium, I take a quick glance from the shadows of the small room I see a name patch over the left breast of his one piece work uniform. I strain to read the name, I barely make it out, it says "Max". As Max walks by I notice the buttocks area of his janitors uniform is cut out, and above it in fancy embroidery, with an arrow pointing to the opening Reads "Property of WGCB followed by a very nice WG logo " I marvel to myself "I'm so glad I wasted the one life I have on this amazing game". I smile. Typos are a part of modern life, I attempted to fix this
I miss you my fake Marine...every time I look at the Forum, I see TJ Wagner sitting amongst a pile of money in a opulent office, similar to Tony Montana. To the right of his office, I see his Masturbatorium, with a big bay window and beautiful view. On the floor of this Masturbatorium lies the names of banned forumers. Warriors of words with hearts of Valor, they are stuck together by some unknown slime that stinks to high Heaven with the stench of pancake batter. In a small adjacent room, on the wall, there's heavy framed cork board reserved for the highest offenders of the forum, pictures of men in vinyl masks, bound to saw horses. There are names scribbled on torn pieces of paper, tacked to heads of these helpless souls. I see the name Voldemort (T-Bown-2)look theres another name Fb Prime, and yet more names Squadron Leader B, Gigantic Owl, ect there are so many names on pictures of so many bound bodies. A lonely gold pedestal stands adjacent to the board of pictures of the souls of the damned, there is true to life size, black silicone arm in a dimly lit glass case. I peer closer, I see a semi ornate brass plaque that reads: Merry Christmas, Ruthless4u. Love, Wargaming Chicago-Baltimore. I hear a door open, MY HEART RACES, in walks a man of small stature in a blue janitors uniform, carrying a mop and a bucket, he's whistling something I can't quiet put a finger on. As he starts to mop up the sticky stench on the floor of the Masturbatorium, his whistling turns in to mutters. He starts talking to himself as he gets closer I can make out what he's saying. He's speaking a bad lisp, "I'll show tttttttttthem howowowowo ttttttoo Flankkkkkkk E3's in a E,EEEEEEEE E5". As he turns to walk out of the Masturbatorium, I take a quick glance from the shadows of the small room I see a name patch over the left breast of his one piece work uniform. I strain to read the name, I barely make it out, it says "Max". As Max walks by I notice the buttocks area of his janitors uniform is cut out, and above it in fancy embroidery, with an arrow pointing to the opening Reads "Property of WGCB followed by a very nice WG logo " I marvel to myself "I'm so glad I wasted the one life I have on this amazing game". I smile. Typos are a part of modern life, I attempted to fix this
