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Cormac · Post by **Cormac** » Sat Jun 04, 2016 6:26 pm

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the

Gradea · Post by **Gradea** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:16 am

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van...

Cormac · Post by **Cormac** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 1:19 am

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Gradea · Post by **Gradea** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 2:26 am

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate

Cormac · Post by **Cormac** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 2:34 am

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate a big watermelon

Gradea · Post by **Gradea** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 3:06 am

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate a big watermelon which turned out

Cormac · Post by **Cormac** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 3:21 pm

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate a big watermelon which turned out to be quite

Post by **Tim Stark** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 4:35 pm

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate a big watermelon which turned out to be quite ripe with some

Cormac · Post by **Cormac** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 5:05 pm

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate a big watermelon which turned out to be quite ripe with some really great tasting

Post by **Tim Stark** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 5:14 pm

This story begins in a galaxy where jellybeans are sentient and trolls thrive. It is also improper to ask how to reach an alternate dimension, as knowing would surely cause them to close the intergalactic dimensional gateways. The cinnamon king rules over this slightly sour duchy with an iron fist. The incumbent fascist duck meanwhile is promoting a revolt against all chocolate and pancakes. So terrible is the panic surrounding fascist duck's revolt that pancakes have united their tribes. Meanwhile, in the western kingdoms a great plague runs unchecked because Festavo failed to follow proper courting rituals, this angered Beastbeard who then decided to release a capitalist duck named Quackington the third so he could ravage the countryside. In a startling display of Fest's generosity he donated three french whores to a homosexual sheep who wants some disco clubs erected along the red light district. Meanwhile, in the Capitol, Quackington the third decided that he truly needed a mystical shaman with the ability to turn anything into twinkies, so off he went to the magical realm of Kerfluffle to meet the one eyed goat prophesied to herald the end of this sentence. Spasmodically a great beast with many horns and five eyes systematically massacred the rap opponent with huge bat-like appendages that protruded from its nose. In the realm of sentient walri there was a walrus named Jeb he was unlike any other walrus. He had high hopes that one billion dollars in blackjack and hookers would satisfy Cormac.

But Cormac could taste the bold flavor of sweet fenda blood which trickled down the side of the FRA's white van... but nevermind that!

Then TWP ate a big watermelon which turned out to be quite ripe with some really great tasting pacifican kush seeds