by EmperorJeramyu » Sat Mar 12, 2005 9:21 pm
"The melee continues."
Bill was up next. After watching Jeramyu’s match, he had developed a sound strategy for dealing with the infinitely similar Generic filler guy 43462. However, a 30-minute break between matches gave time for plenty of hilarious antics to fill a few paragraphs.
“Yo, wazzap my Gs?” Glenn said, sporting a hubcap around his neck. “I be trying to get a personality, yo.”
“What the hell is that around your neck?” Jeramyu asked, salivating on a wall.
“Dis be my bling, yo. Yo. Yo. Yo.” Glenn went on.
Iteroth walked in to the room, giving Glenn some strange pseudo-handshake slapping weirdo thingy.
“Yo wazzup me cartel. You gunna be giving me a b hit tonight, yo?” Glenn rapped off.
“Yeah. Bzxapmph zzzpphmfuhafl.” Iteroth responded, shitting himself.
“What? Yo.” Glenn responded.
“You guys are making this up.” Jeramyu noted, smashing his hand on a blender.
“Shut up, yo. Ima busta cap in yo ass. Yo.” Glenn shouted, whipping out a shiny new gun.
“No you’re not.” Jeramyu replied, doing some sort of random action.
“Yeah I yo.” Glenn said, shooting Jeramyu in the face.
“Ow. You shot me in the face.” Jeramyu said, bleeding from the face.
“Yo.” Glenn replied.
Exiled walked into a room. “Hi guys. I just walked into the room.”
“WHAT!?” Porter shouted.
“I walked into the room.”
“WHAT!?” Excell shouted, exploding out of a pool table.
“Hi.”
“WHAT!?” Porter shouted again.
“I’m here.”
“OKAY!!!!!”
Strayed floated through a wall and approached Fitz. “Hey. You can fly, right? And you can go in space, right?”
“Uh… yeah.” Fitz replied, reaping the flesh of the damned.
“Well, you should go to mars.” Strayed said.
“Alright.” Fitz noted.
“I said mars, bitch!” Strayed shouted.
“Why?” Asked Fitz, being sensible.
“Don’t ask why, bitch. I said mars, dammit!” Strayed yelled.
“You know what?” Started Fitz, “You’re gay. Go away.”
Bill’s match was up. Luna Xantha Ritika appeared yet again. “Welcome, to the next match of the grand tournament thingy! This great match-up pits the scary and somewhat gender-bender Crestfallen ‘OverlordBill’, against the fearsome, but completely anonymous Generic filler guy 43462!!”
The crowd cheered in a looped .wav file way, as the fighters entered the arena, ready to duel to the death.
“Grrr! I’m going to beat you!” The generic guy growled.
Bill levitated up off the ground, his eyes glowing with a powerful green light. “FOOLISH MORTAL!!! I SHALL BURN YOUR FLESH INTO THE GROUND, AND THEN SELL THEM ON EBAY!!!”
“Grrr! You’re evil! I’m going to hit you with my sword.”
“ENOUGH TALK, NOW DIE!!!” Bill hollered, letting loose a fury of point STAB!1 knives, which exploded upon impact.
The generic guy rolled to the side. “You have missed me!” He shouted out loud. The generic guy took a leap at Bill. Bill grabbed the oncoming attacker by his neck and flung him to the side.
“DO NOT TAMPER WITH ME, MORTAL!!!” Bill roared, powering up again. Suddenly, an arrow piercing through Bill’s ego.
“I have struck you with an arrow!” The generic guy shouted. “Hwah! Generic lightning attack!”
Bill deflected the queerishly yellow lighting bolt, and began pulsating with power. “I WILL DESTROY YOU WITH MY HATRED!!” He shouted.
“Then I will slash you!” The generic guy responded.
Suddenly, in a flash of light, iamtheverb appeared in the arena. Everyone gasped in a Speed Racer fashion.
“Hi.” Verb said.
“IT IS AN OMEN!! REVEL IN FEAR!!” Bill shrieked. “I WILL WIN THIS FIGHT!!”
The generic guy exploded in a fantastic blast.
“Win!!!!” Shouted a 12-year-old Asian girl who randomly skipped through the arena happily.
Now leave me alone.
"Unfortunately, the dragon only speaks in Napalm, a curious ancient language that you don't really need to speak to understand."