Crestfallen Studios

by **TeppicTheBloodLyn** » Tue Jul 27, 2004 1:23 pm

wont the dung from all those animals smell?

by **Strayed Wanderer** » Tue Jul 27, 2004 1:28 pm

It's bubblegum scented...

by **Fitz Tayo** » Tue Jul 27, 2004 4:37 pm

You know, Bubble Gum Scentedness... um... doesn't make it not smell, it just doesn't make it smell of the smell it was before. It just smells good.

by **Telephalsion** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 9:56 am

well droppings don't smell if they are dry.

by **Fitz Tayo** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 11:51 am

Then you wouldn't need Bubble Gum Scent to cover it up in the first place then.

by **Iteroth** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 1:23 pm

AHAHAHA. Why does all the good stuff happen when I'm out of the country?

I completely missed the whole beginning.

Anyway, nice stuff.

by **Porter** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 3:53 pm

well now you can read them over and be happy

by **EmperorJeramyu** » Wed Jul 28, 2004 11:37 pm

Blargh... here it is... This one is kinda down a step from the rest, but I was low on idea juice.

"Nonsensical nudists"

“Let’s split up, gang!” Jeramyu said for no readily apparent reason. A few of the Crestfallen wandered off a bit, and came back, shrugging their shoulders.
“This is a desert. There are not many places we can go. Aside from a porno store.” Iteroth observed, clad in body casts. He hobbled off to the porno store as fast as swiveling crudely on his foot would go.
“Can’t we just go on?” Porter insisted, feeling the need to lounge in the bus for hours upon end.
“We need to let Holstein graze. Plus, I’m betting Iteroth will be busy for a while.” Jeramyu said, doing something funny or ironic.
“There isn’t any grass out here!” Porter whined, making this episode longer by adding more words.
“Actually, there is. A plot hole just opened up and spat some out.” Jeramyu said, pointing out the dimensional tear.
“Damn those plot holes!” Porter shouted.
“Whatever. Grab Excell, and let’s go make obscene drawing in the sand.”

“Hey. Bill is dying.” Glenn said, pointing at the writhing body.
“Gwarhginhoogle!!” Bill screamed, twisting in pain. “Must… not… tan… must… remain… pasty white boy…”

“I spelled the word ‘intercourse’ on a triple word rock. I get 100 points.” Excell declared, pointing at the crude scrabble board scratched into the desert sands.
“That’s nothing. I’m spelling Zqxyvkhpbc off of the ‘c’ in intercourse, on two triple word cacti. I get 86754 points. I’m leading by 9.234287e34 points.” Jeramyu exclaimed proudly.
“That didn’t even have a vowel. This sucks. All I have are consonants.” Porter complained, throwing down his fossil letter cards.
“Well then, what do you suggest?” Jeramyu said, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s streak through the desert!” Exiled suggested, walking on to the scene. The crestfallen nodded in agreement.

Whilst naked, the Crestfallen came across foreign marks scribbled in the desert. They lead off into the distance.
“Such strange markings….” Exiled remarked, “>_> <_< >_> <_< >_> <_< >_> <_< >_> <_< >_>…”
“Let’s follow it!” Excell declared predictably. With nothing else to do, they trekked off into the desert.

Bill recuperated inside the cabin of the bus. But he was not pleased. No… Bill was furious… scheming. “I must find away to eliminate the weakness… The sun itself? No… something must be done… but what?”
“You’re starting to glow green. Don’t blow anything up.” Glenn remarked.
“Full body armor is out of the question…” Bill muttered, “Masks? No… that is not the Bill way…”
“WATCHU TALKIN’ BOUT, GIRL FRIEEEENND!!?!?!?” Holstein Cow hollered, rolling into the cabin.
“Silence, infidel, lest I unleash my might!” Bill shouted back, clutching his fist in anger.
“Whatevs, whatevs, I be need eat shiz…” Holstein replied, rolling away. He promptly smacked into one of Jeramyu’s stray forcefield. “DAMN YOU WOMAN!!!” Bill’s eyes glowed with the light of an idea.

“I almost fell on that frickin cactus!” Jeramyu shouted, lagging slightly behind the rest of the gang. “Do you know what kind of damage that could have caused?”
“Yeah, whatever! Let’s follow these tracks!” Excell shouted, with the unquenchable urge to chase.
“>_> <_< >_> <_< >_> <_< >_> <_< >_> <_< >_>… >_<”
“Look, a rock formation! It looks like there’s a small nook!” Porter shouted, pulling a scorpion off of his back.
“Time to check it out!” Exiled declared.

“>_>… <_<… >_<… Finally, away from those psychos for just a few minutes.”
“Hey Impossible!” Excell shouted gleefully.
“Not you, arghh… how did you fi- OH SWEET MERCIFUL-OH LORD LET ME DIE!!! WHY GOD, WHY!?!? AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”
Impossible took off in a dash few could match.
“Hummm… I guess the kid’s never been to a nude beach before.” Exiled remarked, scratching his head.
“Yeah. Oh well, that was fun. Let’s get back.” Porter said. “If Iteroth isn’t done by now, we’ll just have to drag him out.

Iteroth was done, but truth be told, he had never gotten started.
“DAMN YOU!!! DAMN YOU BODY CASTS!!!” He screamed, and lowered his head sobbing. Despite his overwhelming mojo, the plastic casing just wouldn’t break.

Gwarhginhoogle...

by **Impossible** » Thu Jul 29, 2004 5:05 am

Thank you, I finally get some respect for my >_>-ness, instead of crap that's not like me at all. I don't see how I'm barely more than a recurring character when I've been here longer than most people, though.