Meanwhile, Tempus is still airborne after being fired from Stimbo's giant crossbow (that's not a euphemism). As downbeatplumb goes for a walk to the local store, Tempus, the makeshift intercontinental projectile, appears over the horizon, screaming, and pierces through the midsection of downbeatplumb, disemboweling him.
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Current time: December 27, 2024, 10:53 pm
| Poll: How of a bloodthirsty maniac are you? This poll is closed. |
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| I wouldn't hurt a wasp if it stung me five-hundred times. | 2 | 18.18% | |
| All minor annoyances will be exterminated, and also rapists. | 4 | 36.36% | |
| I'm bad... but I feel good. | 5 | 45.45% | |
| Nothing quite compares to the taste of human flesh... just thinking about it makes me all hot and bothered. Ripping throats out, stabbing mercilessly, covered in the spurting blood of the fallen... war is my home. | 0 | 0% | |
| Total | 11 vote(s) | 100% | |
| * You voted for this item. | [Show Results] |
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Don't kill the person above you
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