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Mharman
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12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM
Posted: 7 months ago
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...
: At 5/16/2018 5:08:42 AM, Sui_Generis wrote:
: : At 4/29/2018 9:49:29 PM, Mharman wrote:
: : Why the AMA at such a weird number of posts?
: Because I wanted attention, and I wanted it now.

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SecularMerlin
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12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM
Posted: 7 months ago
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning
The only true wisdom lies in knowing that you know nothing.
-Socrates

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality
-Lewis Carrol
levi_smiles
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12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM
Posted: 7 months ago
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.
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12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM
Posted: 7 months ago
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.
The only true wisdom lies in knowing that you know nothing.
-Socrates

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality
-Lewis Carrol
levi_smiles
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12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM
Posted: 7 months ago
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."
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12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM
Posted: 7 months ago
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "
The only true wisdom lies in knowing that you know nothing.
-Socrates

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality
-Lewis Carrol
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12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM
Posted: 7 months ago
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!
The only true wisdom lies in knowing that you know nothing.
-Socrates

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality
-Lewis Carrol
Achilees11
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12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM
Posted: 6 months ago
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.
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12/19/2017 6:44:56 AM
Posted: 6 months ago
At 12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM, Achilees11 wrote:
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.

Bill looked down and saw the troop of dwarves crossbowmen striding out of the forest and his heart sank. They were to late.to save him. As the dragon plunged into the clouds he knew the only reason she had saved him was to devour him at her leisure. Worse his mighty sword.had been left behind on the forested cliff!
The only true wisdom lies in knowing that you know nothing.
-Socrates

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality
-Lewis Carrol
SupaDudz
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12/21/2017 2:47:03 AM
Posted: 6 months ago
At 12/19/2017 6:44:56 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM, Achilees11 wrote:
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.

Bill looked down and saw the troop of dwarves crossbowmen striding out of the forest and his heart sank. They were to late.to save him. As the dragon plunged into the clouds he knew the only reason she had saved him was to devour him at her leisure. Worse his mighty sword.had been left behind on the forested cliff!

the dragon chokes on him and dies then he get out of da mouth he fall to the death

da end
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12/21/2017 4:35:54 AM
Posted: 6 months ago
At 12/21/2017 2:47:03 AM, SupaDudz wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:44:56 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM, Achilees11 wrote:
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.

Bill looked down and saw the troop of dwarves crossbowmen striding out of the forest and his heart sank. They were to late.to save him. As the dragon plunged into the clouds he knew the only reason she had saved him was to devour him at her leisure. Worse his mighty sword.had been left behind on the forested cliff!

the dragon chokes on him and dies then he get out of da mouth he fall to the death

da end

Boo on this ending sir. Boo I say. We didn't even get to thirty posts.
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Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality
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12/29/2017 11:38:28 PM
Posted: 6 months ago
At 12/21/2017 2:47:03 AM, SupaDudz wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:44:56 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM, Achilees11 wrote:
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.

Bill looked down and saw the troop of dwarves crossbowmen striding out of the forest and his heart sank. They were to late.to save him. As the dragon plunged into the clouds he knew the only reason she had saved him was to devour him at her leisure. Worse his mighty sword.had been left behind on the forested cliff!

the dragon chokes on him and dies then he get out of da mouth he fall to the death

da end

"Da end... it is not." words rung inside Bill's ear as a light blinded him.

Before he knew it, he was laying on the ground, with a beautiful angel standing over him.
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2/3/2018 11:32:54 PM
Posted: 5 months ago
At 12/29/2017 11:38:28 PM, yomama12 wrote:
At 12/21/2017 2:47:03 AM, SupaDudz wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:44:56 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM, Achilees11 wrote:
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.

Bill looked down and saw the troop of dwarves crossbowmen striding out of the forest and his heart sank. They were to late.to save him. As the dragon plunged into the clouds he knew the only reason she had saved him was to devour him at her leisure. Worse his mighty sword.had been left behind on the forested cliff!

the dragon chokes on him and dies then he get out of da mouth he fall to the death

da end

"Da end... it is not." words rung inside Bill's ear as a light blinded him.

Before he knew it, he was laying on the ground, with a beautiful angel standing over him.

The end.
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2/15/2018 1:07:33 AM
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At 2/3/2018 11:32:54 PM, dsjpk5 wrote:
At 12/29/2017 11:38:28 PM, yomama12 wrote:
At 12/21/2017 2:47:03 AM, SupaDudz wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:44:56 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/19/2017 6:20:02 AM, Achilees11 wrote:
At 12/8/2017 9:34:47 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/6/2017 3:40:46 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 9:17:51 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 8:04:27 PM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/5/2017 7:49:01 PM, levi_smiles wrote:
At 12/5/2017 6:33:51 AM, SecularMerlin wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

The great blue dragon in repose its scales resplendent in the dappled light of the forest morning

"Good morning, little man," said the dragon, her voice like steel on stone, startling a murder of crows from the grey boughs of yellow aspens. Bill wrinkled his nose at the burnt ozone of her breath and stood.

"Mourning for whom, serpent?" Bill croaked, his voice choked from sleep and fear, his green eyes fixing on hers, his right hand feeling for the hilt on his hip.

He grasped desperately at his side in vain.
"Looking for this?" The dragon chortle claws clicking on the golden filigree of the mighty blade.

Bill's visage hardened, rage consumed fatigue and fear.

"Great Worm," Bill spoke proud, "There is no honor in creeping up on the sleeping, no dignity in the stealing of swords. You hold in your decrepit claw the Durenthal, blade of ancient name and reputation, smithed from the forges of Ozox, tempered in the blood of witches."

Bill crossed his arms across his chest. His pupils narrowed to black grains.

"That golden prize is mine by right of weregild, wrested as it was from the skeletal hand of King Korto's shadow in the barrows of Shallowdun. Unhand my possession, Queen of Lizards, and permit me free passage, else Durnthal's legend be increased today by a fresh baptism in your black heart's blood."

"Queen of lizards?" She hissed then laughed again, oily smoke drinking up into the air over her scaly lip. "I like that, but I'm afraid I must decline. This blade will look splendid in my hoard."

She made what for her bulk was really small shift of her coils and the Durenthal disappeared beneath her.

"By the way your horse was delicious but your Manservent was a bit grisly. "

Bill felt the sting of the cut on his cheek even before he heard the twang of the bowstring, then an arrow appeared as if by magic quivering in the shoulder of the great wyrm!

Bill was in amazement. "By what means has this arrow appeared?", he thought. He now ran and jumped off a nearby cliff, yet the dragon flew under him and saved him.

Bill looked down and saw the troop of dwarves crossbowmen striding out of the forest and his heart sank. They were to late.to save him. As the dragon plunged into the clouds he knew the only reason she had saved him was to devour him at her leisure. Worse his mighty sword.had been left behind on the forested cliff!

the dragon chokes on him and dies then he get out of da mouth he fall to the death

da end

"Da end... it is not." words rung inside Bill's ear as a light blinded him.

Before he knew it, he was laying on the ground, with a beautiful angel standing over him.

The end.

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2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM
Posted: 5 months ago
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.
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2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.
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2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.
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2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotional stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist
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2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.

And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotional stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'
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2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...
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3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......
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3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.
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3/1/2018 3:56:05 AM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.

Suddenly, Docter Who Showed up, "hello my fine fellow" the doctor said, i have gotten tired of women, i want to mix it up a bit and try it with men as well, if you date me ill net you out of the island, what do ya say?"

Bill is unsure of himself, eventually, confident with his answer, he says...
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3/1/2018 6:21:07 AM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 3/1/2018 3:56:05 AM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.

Suddenly, Docter Who Showed up, "hello my fine fellow" the doctor said, i have gotten tired of women, i want to mix it up a bit and try it with men as well, if you date me ill net you out of the island, what do ya say?"

Bill is unsure of himself, eventually, confident with his answer, he says...

"nah you're alright, I want an early night. Got to feed the ducks". The doc looked on in amusement, especially since there were no ducks about. He then went back in to his stupid box and Bill carried on with his day. Until,,,
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3/1/2018 12:49:57 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 3/1/2018 6:21:07 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 3:56:05 AM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.

Suddenly, Docter Who Showed up, "hello my fine fellow" the doctor said, i have gotten tired of women, i want to mix it up a bit and try it with men as well, if you date me ill net you out of the island, what do ya say?"

Bill is unsure of himself, eventually, confident with his answer, he says...

"nah you're alright, I want an early night. Got to feed the ducks". The doc looked on in amusement, especially since there were no ducks about. He then went back in to his stupid box and Bill carried on with his day. Until,,,

Doctor who's stupid box malfunctioned and sped right at him, with the resources around him, he...
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3/3/2018 8:04:03 PM
Posted: 4 months ago
At 3/1/2018 12:49:57 PM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 6:21:07 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 3:56:05 AM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.

Suddenly, Docter Who Showed up, "hello my fine fellow" the doctor said, i have gotten tired of women, i want to mix it up a bit and try it with men as well, if you date me ill net you out of the island, what do ya say?"

Bill is unsure of himself, eventually, confident with his answer, he says...

"nah you're alright, I want an early night. Got to feed the ducks". The doc looked on in amusement, especially since there were no ducks about. He then went back in to his stupid box and Bill carried on with his day. Until,,,

Doctor who's stupid box malfunctioned and sped right at him, with the resources around him, he...

found a dildo, yep they had a great night. Everything was bless, until...
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3/31/2018 7:10:00 PM
Posted: 3 months ago
At 3/3/2018 8:04:03 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 12:49:57 PM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 6:21:07 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 3:56:05 AM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.

Suddenly, Docter Who Showed up, "hello my fine fellow" the doctor said, i have gotten tired of women, i want to mix it up a bit and try it with men as well, if you date me ill net you out of the island, what do ya say?"

Bill is unsure of himself, eventually, confident with his answer, he says...

"nah you're alright, I want an early night. Got to feed the ducks". The doc looked on in amusement, especially since there were no ducks about. He then went back in to his stupid box and Bill carried on with his day. Until,,,

Doctor who's stupid box malfunctioned and sped right at him, with the resources around him, he...

found a dildo, yep they had a great night. Everything was bless, until...

a zombie came out out of nowhere. He killed the zombie, and then went on with his life.

THE END.
: At 5/16/2018 5:08:42 AM, Sui_Generis wrote:
: : At 4/29/2018 9:49:29 PM, Mharman wrote:
: : Why the AMA at such a weird number of posts?
: Because I wanted attention, and I wanted it now.

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4/27/2018 1:05:40 AM
Posted: 2 months ago
At 3/1/2018 12:49:57 PM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 6:21:07 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 3:56:05 AM, Minddagger wrote:
At 3/1/2018 2:19:37 AM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 3/1/2018 1:57:40 AM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:43:30 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/28/2018 10:08:36 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/28/2018 9:39:15 PM, WOLF.J wrote:
At 2/18/2018 11:33:18 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 2/18/2018 9:09:11 PM, SteelPelican wrote:
At 2/16/2018 3:34:46 PM, debatemoez wrote:
At 12/3/2017 2:56:14 AM, Mharman wrote:
Masterful you better not derail this one

Bill woke up and saw...

the ceiling of the same room he had been waking up in for as long as he had been living his long, dull, and increasingly disappointing life. He shut his eyes and held them shut. He took in a deep enough breath to make his lungs burn and held that. He withdrew into the vast spaces of his mind, searching for the joy he kept in reserve. All at once, he opened his eyes wide, blew the breath out as if to expel all poisons and wooped with a fraction of joy measurable in millimeters, flung his blankets back and, jumped out of bed and landed on the floor with purpose. Then, he lived. He lived another day searching for his reason for being. Bill, you are much to deep for your own good.

Bill was exhilarated with this new feeling. He had to go and do something! He walked up to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, and was made out of metal bars. Bill was in prison.

Defeated, Bill's body sunk as if into the floor and he was barely able to shuffle back to his punishingly hard mattress on the cot that would be his coffin and fell.


And then he woke up for real, you see Bill suffers from sleep terrors, sleep paralysis and insomnia induced narcolepsy. Bill is not very emotionally stable at the moment, he found his wife, Billie, is sleeping with Bill's dad, Will . He went nuts and took too much pills. They might refer him to a psychiatrist

Except that Bill's Dad, Will, is the family psychiatrist so Bill has to wait until his referral can reach a different psychiatrist in town. 'this town,' thought Bill. 'I need to get out of here.' 'As soon as one person hears this - I'm doomed to the gossip chain.' 'No wonder I'm nuts!'

Fast forward 3 weeks...

Our Bill is sitting in a prison cell having slashed his wife and dad to death in rage after he found out Billie was pregnant with Will's child. He somehow could not help but feel like he has been here in jail before. All alone in solitary confinement, Bill begins to befriend the wall and constantly scratches at it with his nails. That irritates the officer, eventually things get out of hand, and the officer begins to rape him. Traumatised by the experience, Bill attempts suicide by self suffocation. Will he wake up/survive?. If so, will he be transferred to a mental institution facility? Find out next time on "the life of Bill"...

The narrator stops and looks at everyone. He screams, "Is this the best we have?!? Why do people even watch our show?". Startled, the directors and screen writers make a new plan.

Bill wakes up in a small, cramped space. It is pitch black. Feeling around in his pocket, Bill finds.......

..himself on a secluded island, most probably Nengo Nengo Atoll, apparently the writing staff told him to take a sabatical. But Bill cant remember how he got there bcos of his aforementioned sleep conditions.

Suddenly, Docter Who Showed up, "hello my fine fellow" the doctor said, i have gotten tired of women, i want to mix it up a bit and try it with men as well, if you date me ill net you out of the island, what do ya say?"

Bill is unsure of himself, eventually, confident with his answer, he says...

"nah you're alright, I want an early night. Got to feed the ducks". The doc looked on in amusement, especially since there were no ducks about. He then went back in to his stupid box and Bill carried on with his day. Until,,,

Doctor who's stupid box malfunctioned and sped right at him, with the resources around him, he...

quickly built a time machine which took him back in time thirty seconds in time. he jumped out of the time machine and yelled "Doctor! wait! I changed my mind... I want a bit of intimacy..."

the doctor jumped, slightly startled, and came out of his TARDIS before he managed to make it malfunction. Bill said, "can I borrow your machine box thingy so I can get my sword back? a dragon stole it."
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