A 1970 Corvette

I consider you lucky chased by an yandere(?) nerfed, who is probably older then you. no, I wont continue this in the fetish thread

Too late. Flunkyware Flair! L'inspecteur Bird-Man of Aberdeen Pencil Pusher Sultan's Ceremonial The Cool Breeze The Liquor Locker Procedure Mask Surgeon's Stethescope Your Worst Nightmare Dr's Dapper Topper One each, folks. Take your pick. Do not message me, post in the forum.

More... Amazon?


'Ship them as they become available' is always selected

Professional Cross-dresser

Wooden Ground. geddit it's like iron sky but reverse

I hope you at least got the supercombine explosion on them

Just plug into the screen.

I'll make sure not to stalk you and join the opposite team whenever you play TF2 ever

"HOW DO YE EXPECT TO OUT TRADE ME, WHEN I ALREADY TOOK YER REF?"

I replaced the Flying Guillotine's model with that of the pistol. Yes, I want a medal.I might be able to replace this thing with any scout secondary and probably even other weapon slots, and non-scout items (it works with the sandvich). I might even be able to have the scout throw hats, but that may be too much positive thinking.Note that the animations and view/world models may be all borked (no proper switch-to animation for pistol, heavy clipping on sandvich, etc).

onp day.........

HEVPY WAS sad because he DIDNT HAVE ~~~~~~SANDIWHC~~~~~

"bro" said snioper "its ok"

"no sniper its not ok" said hevpy back to sinper

SNIPER DED[url=

YOU DED

HEVPYDED

ERFMEMFOIEMGIOAERGMOIERGIMTRHOIEYHMTRMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

No, that's "Kim Il-Sung took a fat wet shit on American Imperialists Day (훌륭한 지도자로 미국의 제국주의 장난의 날)". AKA every day.

The engineers quickly get to work on "The Best" and begin testing after construction is completed.

you guys need to realize how perfect a statement this is

It seems I'm nearing the end of the cave, or so my adventurer instincts tell me. I feel like I've done this before. Several times, in fact.

Anyway there's a wall with writing on it HOLY SHIT WHAT'S HAPPENING



THOSE WORDS PENETRATED ME IN WAYS I COULD NOT IMAGINE.

AND NOW THIS.



Oh it's just another zambie OW DID ITS SHOUT JUST HURT ME? OW. MURDER IT.



Zambie status: murdered
Health status: low
Stone tablet (?) status: gotten



Turns out my instinct/deja vu was correct, because I was out of the place already. Anyway, time to go back to Riverwood and sell all my shit.



Cool. Wait, doesn't this mean I can get...



YES. IT IS MINE. ALLLLLL MIIIIIINE. AHAHAHAHA.

Well, with all that taken care of, I need to rest a while. I'll continue my adventures again soon enough.

By request, here is a Bane potato sack driving a Volkswagen bug.



I don't know. I just don't know.

Now THIS is a shipping war!

I came. to this thread to say that I came. also inb4 cactus's sister

Heavily inspired by Attack of the Lurkers and this Homestuck Fanventure.

Stamda looked in the mirror, straightened his bowtie fashioned from old floppy drives, ruffled his hair, and checked if his faithful Family Business was fully loaded.

“Okay, Stamda, old boy. You can’t mess this up. It’s your one shot and it’s the senior prom. Believe in the power of Jegus Chfist.”

True to the boy’s internal pep talk, it was indeed the night of the Senior Prom of the Users Forums. From the band geeks of the New Users and introductions crowd to the jocks from the Comp subforum, everyone always looked forward to the prom, the one night where they could shine like a star. Or five stars, perhaps.

Stamda continued fussing over his appearance for a few minutes, his black suit becoming gradually sweatier and more crumpled with each passing minute of the nervous boy’s fussing and fidgeting until

~DING DONG~

Nearly falling over, Stamda slowly left his room and started to inch down the stairs, hoping to smooth the process of meeting his date.

“Oh god why did I get myself into this oh god oh god oh god he’s out of my league,” thought Stamda.

“WHY HELLO THERE! YOU MUST BE JACK.” Bellowed a large voice from downstairs.

“Please sir, Skye is fine.” replied a soft British accent from the doorway.

“AHA, WHAT A KIND POSTER YOU ARE. CALL ME STAMDAD THEN.”

Stamda swallowed, downing both spit and his pride all in one, and edged out into the door’s line of sight, the mustachioed, weirdly blown up face of his father beaming at him and his prom date standing in the door.

Oh god there he was.

Skye Slipstream stood there, slightly shivering in the breeze. His beautiful silver chiffon gown barely skimmed the dusty doorstop of the Stamda household, his scarf hid the smallest of smiles, his face blushed a faint pink in the cold Smissmass air.

“H-Hi, Skye,” stammerda’d Stamda.

“Hi, Stamda,” whispered Skye back, adjusting his scarf tighter around himself.

Stamdad gave a whooping laugh and pushed Stamda closer to his prom date, “NOW YOU TWO KIDS GO HAVE FUN AT THE SENIOR PROM USERS FORUMS. WATCH OUT FOR THE PYRO SUBFORUM HOOLIGANS. IF YOU HANG OUT WITH THAT NUMBERS PUNK YOU’RE GROUNDED!” yelled the large man.

Stamda lurched out of his house, gently clasped Skye’s arm in his with unskilled hands, and led his date to the waiting repcruiser.

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The two SPUFers stumbled their way towards the special subforum set up for the prom.

“DUDE… we gotta… find some more rep,” mumbled TDV SilentSnipe, a coolkid known at SPUF High by his nickname Silent. “we were shupposed to shpike the punch dude! That’s all my dad had in the closet and then you said we should drink shome and now look you Danish ♥♥♥♥. Now we’ll never be able to try and get Jimz drunk and banned. You are literally ice cream.”

He gave his companion a small slap on the head.

“Lel,” replied Nitzan, finishing the last can of liquid Rep, the preferred intoxicant of underage posters everywhere, “But we can get some more dude. ✓it out over there.”

Nitzan pointed to the red car overlooking the brightly lit prom subforum. The car held a solitary black Guy.

The sound of oldies drifted through the black night air, air of a night none of these, and many more posters, would never forget.

CONTINUED SOON.