Cold, windy, brisk, dark, uncomfortable, eerie, cloudy, adjectivy Spring day it was in RA's fort this fine Friday. RA often wondered to himself why h built himself a fort in the first time, it seemed unnecessary. He looked around his room, looking for more unnecessary items to bring on his "quest" to the club. For it was no longer a speakeasy, for Tricksterpreist who got tired of Redatom, who kept instructing him to make it have a 1920's feel, but he watched anime, thus you, the reader can see the dilemma there. RA looked around in which he noticed his authentic sword of Omens, from the Thundercat series. Such a valuable and priceless item, had absolutely no purpose outside if declaring the most obvious of spite threads. Regardless of it's purpose, it looked really koo' hanging of His Utility belt....Yeah, All of a sudden, RA has a Utility Belt. Get over it. He looked around and noticed his bone hands. Bones. Captain Kirk's nickname for his doctor. They, were taken off a cheap halloween/comic-con costume from last year, but he had to nerd them up as much as he could. I mean the idea was hilarious the first time you heard it, but would grow less and less funny each time you heard it. Those of you reading it probably didn't laugh at the remark, which makes you almost as an uptight prick as Billy Mummy from the old Lost in Space series.*
*Get's sent to the corn Field*
*Better than dealing with his lawyers.....Anyway, he continued to walk around the room, after returning from the vastness that is the cornfield, he continued to look around his room, and found his fake wolverine claws, which he would slip over his bone gloves, authentic material from Star trek BTW, and realized he was several hours over do! DAMN CORN FIELD!(If you never saw the twilight zone, you won't get that joke). He took his bizarre cape and twirled his snideley whiplash and headed to the club. It was bloody light out, there were no velvet ropes, the club was a bloody pet shop during the day, in which Trickster had his accordion guy, superguy, run. He began walking when he was approached by an over zealous Martian who was wearing a t-shirt of his favorite martian, and I don't mean the t.v show. He just stood there smiling at me with a boomerang in his hand. Red began breaking all kinds of funky writing laws at this point, like right now for instance. i know martian will love that racial remark about Aussies 🙄 .He kept smiling at me twiddling his thumbs. You can tell he was wearing Mascara the previous night, but I failed to mention that and took my lunchbox, as I walked to the club. I had to cross the street, but there was a don't walk sign up, so I had to wait. While waiting I turned around. Martian was Right there, tailgating me, right up on me, with the same eerie smile. There was sticky translucent goo on his shirt, and i took my chances and walked across the street. I now realize that martian, might take offense to this, so This arc of the rants, will be dubbed the equivalent of the Clone wars era of Spiderman, and instead of facing this ugly incident, we'll retcon the incident.
RA ran across the street, not knowing what he was running from anymore, except outside the fact, that he just ran across a street during a don't walk moment. He got hit by a hummer. Struggling to get up, A seemingly friendly man was helping Atom up, though he seemed extremely concerned. It was Sym. I paid no mention to the fact I was hit by a fricken truck nor to the fact he was helping me. I just noticed he was driving a Hummer. A Gas Guzzler! I slugged him so hard he was on the street for a few seconds before getting back up. So it wasn't very hard. He told me he wasn't to get his information out of his car, and like an idiot, I believed him. it was only a few seconds, til i realized he was going to hit me again. Which he did. I woke up later in a hospital to the sound of an accordion. Superguy kept playing, and there was Trickster, being the cheapskate that he is, with a fruit basket. A FRUIT BASKET! And on his lap, sitting like a child on santa's lap was Smurf. Who kept drawing on Trickster without him even realizing it. and to his left was bada sitting there with drool hanging out of dur expression, wearing on his shirt. A dancing banana. The only sincere visit was Guy, who was the first to ask me how I was. And RA, getting tired of typing, decided to randomly say, this will be a to be continued.
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Originally posted by Redatom65😑 😆
Cold, windy, brisk, dark, uncomfortable, eerie, cloudy, adjectivy Spring day it was in RA's fort this fine Friday. RA often wondered to himself why h built himself a fort in the first time, it seemed unnecessary. He looked around his room, looking for more unnecessary items to bring on his "quest" to the club. For it was no longer a speakeasy, for Tricksterpreist who got tired of Redatom, who kept instructing him to make it have a 1920's feel, but he watched anime, thus you, the reader can see the dilemma there. RA looked around in which he noticed his authentic sword of Omens, from the Thundercat series. Such a valuable and priceless item, had absolutely no purpose outside if declaring the most obvious of spite threads. Regardless of it's purpose, it looked really koo' hanging of His Utility belt....Yeah, All of a sudden, RA has a Utility Belt. Get over it. He looked around and noticed his bone hands. Bones. Captain Kirk's nickname for his doctor. They, were taken off a cheap halloween/comic-con costume from last year, but he had to nerd them up as much as he could. I mean the idea was hilarious the first time you heard it, but would grow less and less funny each time you heard it. Those of you reading it probably didn't laugh at the remark, which makes you almost as an uptight prick as Billy Mummy from the old Lost in Space series.**Get's sent to the corn Field*
*Better than dealing with his lawyers.....Anyway, he continued to walk around the room, after returning from the vastness that is the cornfield, he continued to look around his room, and found his fake wolverine claws, which he would slip over his bone gloves, authentic material from Star trek BTW, and realized he was several hours over do! DAMN CORN FIELD!(If you never saw the twilight zone, you won't get that joke). He took his bizarre cape and twirled his snideley whiplash and headed to the club. It was bloody light out, there were no velvet ropes, the club was a bloody pet shop during the day, in which Trickster had his accordion guy, superguy, run. He began walking when he was approached by an over zealous Martian who was wearing a t-shirt of his favorite martian, and I don't mean the t.v show. He just stood there smiling at me with a boomerang in his hand. Red began breaking all kinds of funky writing laws at this point, like right now for instance. i know martian will love that racial remark about Aussies 🙄 .He kept smiling at me twiddling his thumbs. You can tell he was wearing Mascara the previous night, but I failed to mention that and took my lunchbox, as I walked to the club. I had to cross the street, but there was a don't walk sign up, so I had to wait. While waiting I turned around. Martian was Right there, tailgating me, right up on me, with the same eerie smile. There was sticky translucent goo on his shirt, and i took my chances and walked across the street. I now realize that martian, might take offense to this, so This arc of the rants, will be dubbed the equivalent of the Clone wars era of Spiderman, and instead of facing this ugly incident, we'll retcon the incident.
RA ran across the street, not knowing what he was running from anymore, except outside the fact, that he just ran across a street during a don't walk moment. He got hit by a hummer. Struggling to get up, A seemingly friendly man was helping Atom up, though he seemed extremely concerned. It was Sym. I paid no mention to the fact I was hit by a fricken truck nor to the fact he was helping me. I just noticed he was driving a Hummer. A Gas Guzzler! I slugged him so hard he was on the street for a few seconds before getting back up. So it wasn't very hard. He told me he wasn't to get his information out of his car, and like an idiot, I believed him. it was only a few seconds, til i realized he was going to hit me again. Which he did. I woke up later in a hospital to the sound of an accordion. Superguy kept playing, and there was Trickster, being the cheapskate that he is, with a fruit basket. A FRUIT BASKET! And on his lap, sitting like a child on santa's lap was Smurf. Who kept drawing on Trickster without him even realizing it. and to his left was bada sitting there with drool hanging out of dur expression, wearing on his shirt. A dancing banana. The only sincere visit was Guy, who was the first to ask me how I was. And RA, getting tired of typing, decided to randomly say, this will be a to be continued.
END
Originally posted by Redatom65
Cold, windy, brisk, dark, uncomfortable, eerie, cloudy, adjectivy Spring day it was in RA's fort this fine Friday. RA often wondered to himself why h built himself a fort in the first time, it seemed unnecessary. He looked around his room, looking for more unnecessary items to bring on his "quest" to the club. For it was no longer a speakeasy, for Tricksterpreist who got tired of Redatom, who kept instructing him to make it have a 1920's feel, but he watched anime, thus you, the reader can see the dilemma there. RA looked around in which he noticed his authentic sword of Omens, from the Thundercat series. Such a valuable and priceless item, had absolutely no purpose outside if declaring the most obvious of spite threads. Regardless of it's purpose, it looked really koo' hanging of His Utility belt....Yeah, All of a sudden, RA has a Utility Belt. Get over it. He looked around and noticed his bone hands. Bones. Captain Kirk's nickname for his doctor. They, were taken off a cheap halloween/comic-con costume from last year, but he had to nerd them up as much as he could. I mean the idea was hilarious the first time you heard it, but would grow less and less funny each time you heard it. Those of you reading it probably didn't laugh at the remark, which makes you almost as an uptight prick as Billy Mummy from the old Lost in Space series.**Get's sent to the corn Field*
*Better than dealing with his lawyers.....Anyway, he continued to walk around the room, after returning from the vastness that is the cornfield, he continued to look around his room, and found his fake wolverine claws, which he would slip over his bone gloves, authentic material from Star trek BTW, and realized he was several hours over do! DAMN CORN FIELD!(If you never saw the twilight zone, you won't get that joke). He took his bizarre cape and twirled his snideley whiplash and headed to the club. It was bloody light out, there were no velvet ropes, the club was a bloody pet shop during the day, in which Trickster had his accordion guy, superguy, run. He began walking when he was approached by an over zealous Martian who was wearing a t-shirt of his favorite martian, and I don't mean the t.v show. He just stood there smiling at me with a boomerang in his hand. Red began breaking all kinds of funky writing laws at this point, like right now for instance. i know martian will love that racial remark about Aussies 🙄 .He kept smiling at me twiddling his thumbs. You can tell he was wearing Mascara the previous night, but I failed to mention that and took my lunchbox, as I walked to the club. I had to cross the street, but there was a don't walk sign up, so I had to wait. While waiting I turned around. Martian was Right there, tailgating me, right up on me, with the same eerie smile. There was sticky translucent goo on his shirt, and i took my chances and walked across the street. I now realize that martian, might take offense to this, so This arc of the rants, will be dubbed the equivalent of the Clone wars era of Spiderman, and instead of facing this ugly incident, we'll retcon the incident.
RA ran across the street, not knowing what he was running from anymore, except outside the fact, that he just ran across a street during a don't walk moment. He got hit by a hummer. Struggling to get up, A seemingly friendly man was helping Atom up, though he seemed extremely concerned. It was Sym. I paid no mention to the fact I was hit by a fricken truck nor to the fact he was helping me. I just noticed he was driving a Hummer. A Gas Guzzler! I slugged him so hard he was on the street for a few seconds before getting back up. So it wasn't very hard. He told me he wasn't to get his information out of his car, and like an idiot, I believed him. it was only a few seconds, til i realized he was going to hit me again. Which he did. I woke up later in a hospital to the sound of an accordion. Superguy kept playing, and there was Trickster, being the cheapskate that he is, with a fruit basket. A FRUIT BASKET! And on his lap, sitting like a child on santa's lap was Smurf. Who kept drawing on Trickster without him even realizing it. and to his left was bada sitting there with drool hanging out of dur expression, wearing on his shirt. A dancing banana. The only sincere visit was Guy, who was the first to ask me how I was. And RA, getting tired of typing, decided to randomly say, this will be a to be continued.
END