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Post by Yacazuma on Mar 19, 2009 22:24:36 GMT -5
But, uh. . .he was in Error mode I can fix that so easily if ya want to.
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Kromax
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Post by Kromax on Mar 21, 2009 22:48:18 GMT -5
Nuke and forget time.
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Post by Bulet on Mar 22, 2009 3:28:32 GMT -5
*Another kick*
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Kromax
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Post by Kromax on Mar 22, 2009 13:10:10 GMT -5
Is that Yaca with a arrow that says BTW: Girl next to them?
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Post by Bulet on Mar 22, 2009 13:34:17 GMT -5
Is that Yaca with a arrow that says BTW: Girl next to them? Yes, it is.
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Post by Grimscott on Mar 22, 2009 13:47:52 GMT -5
I'm having an honest dilemma trying to figure out which of you two is the more stupid piece of shit.
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Post by Zarth on Mar 22, 2009 14:03:47 GMT -5
Someone hit the reset button! it'll fix everything!
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Post by McJesus on Mar 22, 2009 17:50:39 GMT -5
Someone hit the reset button! it'll fix everything! That will ruin everything! Well, for you guys anyway.
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Post by Yacazuma on Mar 22, 2009 18:53:32 GMT -5
Bulet, what did your pic even do?
Also, McJ never swears, I dunno about Error! form though.
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Post by McJesus on Mar 22, 2009 20:13:39 GMT -5
Bulet, what did your pic even do? Also, McJ never swears, I dunno about Error! form though. Error! doesn't swear either. It's still McJ inside.
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Post by Grimscott on Mar 23, 2009 6:58:21 GMT -5
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Post by McJesus on Mar 23, 2009 7:50:15 GMT -5
That's the relentless McJesus. Y'know, where he'll tear you seventeen new assholes. These days he's calm cool and collected but the psycho McJ resides in the Error! phorm.
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Post by Ghost For MCP 09 on Mar 23, 2009 12:02:41 GMT -5
And in an unrelated story...well, somewhat related.
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Post by moody on Mar 28, 2009 11:40:57 GMT -5
yay scechy wins!
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Post by moody on Mar 28, 2009 11:42:44 GMT -5
i did that quiqley so there are bad graphik desinges
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Post by Hat Salesman on Mar 28, 2009 11:47:23 GMT -5
I took the halo once. The thread promptly went to hell.
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Post by McJesus on Mar 28, 2009 18:48:09 GMT -5
|8C
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Kromax
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Post by Kromax on Mar 28, 2009 19:00:45 GMT -5
The halo is like an Armageddon trigger.
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Post by Purplecat on Apr 14, 2009 0:53:14 GMT -5
never give a cat reason to hurt you... it will never end well
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Post by drychris1337 on Apr 17, 2009 0:45:31 GMT -5
Just gonna make my death quick and painless (long and painful)
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Post by Psibat on Apr 17, 2009 10:46:16 GMT -5
Wait what? You don't control McJesus... Also when did he get "Force Choke"
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Post by madvideogamer on Apr 17, 2009 10:54:45 GMT -5
LEAVE MCJESUS ALONE.
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Post by Purplecat on Apr 17, 2009 11:07:16 GMT -5
i just love everyone ignoring the fact mcjesus lost his head
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Post by ghost on Jun 23, 2009 9:43:37 GMT -5
Did I ever mention that I own a copy of "Lamest References"? There you go, I FIXED the thread's continuity. Please carry on, citizens.
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Post by Gront on Jun 23, 2009 12:32:14 GMT -5
Idungetit. How does that fix the continuity?
Also, good job bumping with a pic instead of just text, Ghost. Glad to see you finally figured it out. ;D
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Post by ghost on Jun 24, 2009 10:04:27 GMT -5
Idungetit. How does that fix the continuity? Also, good job bumping with a pic instead of just text, Ghost. Glad to see you finally figured it out. ;D *taps foot* WHERE. IS. MY. TROPHY. FOR. FIGURING. THIS. OUT!? Also, the continuity is fixed because everybody kept whining about how McJesus had his head torn off and everybody was ignoring that, and look what happened, the thread dies off shortly after. Now with the continuity fixed, the battle can continue without stupid +1 posts that repeat what has already been said nine previous times. I took the halo once. The thread promptly went to hell. You know, its funny. I did the same exact thing, and the thread too went to hell.
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Post by Gront on Jun 24, 2009 11:22:31 GMT -5
*taps foot* WHERE. IS. MY. TROPHY. FOR. FIGURING. THIS. OUT!? >: No trophy, just half a gamerpoint. Sorry... Also, the continuity is fixed because everybody kept whining about how McJesus had his head torn off and everybody was ignoring that, and look what happened, the thread dies off shortly after. Now with the continuity fixed, the battle can continue without stupid +1 posts that repeat what has already been said nine previous times. I was confused as to what exactly was happening in the pic, but now that I see it wasn't a flashback, I understand both what happened and why the continuity is fixed.
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Post by ghost on Sept 16, 2009 19:22:21 GMT -5
Two Months, 3 Weeks, and 3 Days Later... The battle between the Combustion God and the full emissary of the White Void's currently-dwindling population of twenty-five registered active Brawlers had proceeded for a great duration, but the last-known blow struck in which the God's head had been blasted off by a man wearing red goggles had seem to finally strike defeat in the hearts of the Brawlers. Despite the landmarking effort made to stop him, the biggest cohesion or unification of Brawlers in all of the White Void's history, they were reduced to none but a ragtag group of beaten, bleeding eyes shoveled underneath mounds of rubble. Brawlers were supposed to be immortal and capable of suffering much pain, no matter how agonizing or humiliating, and yet none could be considered a warrior from their variously defeated positions. Impalements, implosions, crushed carcusses. Split spleens, fractures, and sometimes just pools of organs collected in holes. Two months. Three weeks. And seventy-two hours had drizzled by, and in time, as proclaimed, the Combustion God had trudged from the ashes of the structures and sections of ruined Void, now crisp black and occasionally gray from the scarring the battle had wrought, and headed his siege towards the city of Brawl, Brawl City. And as he had decimated nearly all those who faced him, so did he level the very foundations of Brawl itself. No man, woman, child, Voidian, worm, ALT, or even turtle was safe from his instantaneous blasts, sending beams that split molecules apart through streets and buildings and laying tracks of carnage and death in his wake. No one was spared, nothing was innocent in his eyes. Truly, this monster was a fallen god, once a fellow comrade of those he had destroyed, now an apathetic beast destined to continue the wheels of destruction. Illidon was no longer the eve of Brawl. That title now belonged to the insane Error, formerly known as McJesus.
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Post by Grimscott on Sept 16, 2009 19:28:43 GMT -5
Two Months, 3 Weeks, and 3 Days Later... The battle between the Combustion God and the full emissary of the White Void's currently-dwindling population of twenty-five registered active Brawlers had proceeded for a great duration, but the last-known blow struck in which the God's head had been blasted off by a man wearing red goggles had seem to finally strike defeat in the hearts of the Brawlers. Despite the landmarking effort made to stop him, the biggest cohesion or unification of Brawlers in all of the White Void's history, they were reduced to none but a ragtag group of beaten, bleeding eyes shoveled underneath mounds of rubble. Brawlers were supposed to be immortal and capable of suffering much pain, no matter how agonizing or humiliating, and yet none could be considered a warrior from their variously defeated positions. Impalements, implosions, crushed carcusses. Split spleens, fractures, and sometimes just pools of organs collected in holes. Two months. Three weeks. And seventy-two hours had drizzled by, and in time, as proclaimed, the Combustion God had trudged from the ashes of the structures and sections of ruined Void, now crisp black and occasionally gray from the scarring the battle had wrought, and headed his siege towards the city of Brawl, Brawl City. And as he had decimated nearly all those who faced him, so did he level the very foundations of Brawl itself. No man, woman, child, Voidian, worm, ALT, or even turtle was safe from his instantaneous blasts, sending beams that split molecules apart through streets and buildings and laying tracks of carnage and death in his wake. No one was spared, nothing was innocent in his eyes. Truly, this monster was a fallen god, once a fellow comrade of those he had destroyed, now an apathetic beast destined to continue the wheels of destruction. Illidon was no longer the eve of Brawl. That title now belonged to the insane Error, formerly known as McJesus. Get out, Ghost. Just get out.
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Post by ghost on Sept 16, 2009 19:35:51 GMT -5
Two Months, 3 Weeks, and 3 Days Later... The battle between the Combustion God and the full emissary of the White Void's currently-dwindling population of twenty-five registered active Brawlers had proceeded for a great duration, but the last-known blow struck in which the God's head had been blasted off by a man wearing red goggles had seem to finally strike defeat in the hearts of the Brawlers. Despite the landmarking effort made to stop him, the biggest cohesion or unification of Brawlers in all of the White Void's history, they were reduced to none but a ragtag group of beaten, bleeding eyes shoveled underneath mounds of rubble. Brawlers were supposed to be immortal and capable of suffering much pain, no matter how agonizing or humiliating, and yet none could be considered a warrior from their variously defeated positions. Impalements, implosions, crushed carcusses. Split spleens, fractures, and sometimes just pools of organs collected in holes. Two months. Three weeks. And seventy-two hours had drizzled by, and in time, as proclaimed, the Combustion God had trudged from the ashes of the structures and sections of ruined Void, now crisp black and occasionally gray from the scarring the battle had wrought, and headed his siege towards the city of Brawl, Brawl City. And as he had decimated nearly all those who faced him, so did he level the very foundations of Brawl itself. No man, woman, child, Voidian, worm, ALT, or even turtle was safe from his instantaneous blasts, sending beams that split molecules apart through streets and buildings and laying tracks of carnage and death in his wake. No one was spared, nothing was innocent in his eyes. Truly, this monster was a fallen god, once a fellow comrade of those he had destroyed, now an apathetic beast destined to continue the wheels of destruction. Illidon was no longer the eve of Brawl. That title now belonged to the insane Error, formerly known as McJesus. Get out, Ghost. Just get out. Well, I thought this thread deserved an ending of some sort. And I can't draw what's going on in my head, so a brief eulogy seemed most appropriate. This is the end of the White Void in this thread's canon. McJesus could not be stopped and he turned to the path of Error evil, the world was never the same and in the end... Sigh... Its a one-week ban, right...
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