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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 8:25 pm
I pick up the back scratcher and begin using it. Sadly it rips off my hide and I bleed to death.
I drop a T.O.W. Missile Launcher.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 9:02 pm
I poke the missile launcher and it promptly expodes on my face, causing imediate death.
I drop my outfit for Kawa Kon.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 11:08 am
i pick up the outfit look at it and decide i don't want it. i put it back but i take a wrong step an slip on it causing me to slide across the ground for miles straight off a cliff, where i fall to my death.
i drop pepto bismal.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:23 pm
I pick up the Pepito-Bismal and drink it. It gives me a server case of the runs and I die from dehydration.
I drop my pants.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:58 pm
I like totally pick up these totally cute pants that were like, totally just lying on like the ground and stuff.
now, like, see, what had happened was, this chick came up to me and was like, "Gurl, those pants make your butt look, like, totally ugly."
So I like, totally slapped that gurl's ugly face, and like, her boyfriend musta been like, right there and saw the whole thing and like shot me up since he was like all doin the gangsta thing and stickin up for his gurl and whatevs, so like, yeah, I like totally died.
I dropped my grammar book. Or whatev.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:06 pm
i pick up the grammer book attempt to read it but it gives me a massive headache and overloads my brain therefore causing my head to blow off and my newly decapitated body runs into a tree and dies.
i drop Harry Potter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 10:03 pm
I find Harry Potter and feed him to the Volturi, who then decided that I looked like a good meal too. So I start to run, right? Too bad I ran into a wall. (not that I could have made it out alive anyhow.) The Volturi eat me. The Karma god hates me.
I drop a blank journal.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:59 am
i pick up the journal and it turns out to be a diary written in invisable ink. in it the person talks about a scary vampire clan called the volturi. i freak out and go into hiding due to fear. however the place where i hide turns out to be a bear cave and i get mauled to death.
i drop my pretty pink camera.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:56 am
I pick up the camera and look though the pictures on it.
Most of them are of an angry bear...
as I am mesmerized I fail to notice that I am walking towards a cliff.
I fall.
I drop my Gaia Cash Card gonk
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 3:26 pm
excitedly i pick up the gaia cash card but i was so excitied i had an asthma attack an died.
i drop the gaia cash card i just picked up crying
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 7:54 pm
I pick up the cash card only to find out it was laced with Anthrax. I die a horrible dead.
I drop a chicken.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:44 pm
I pick up the chicken, butcher it, and fry it up for dinner. Later, I walk to the store and slip on some conveniently-placed entrails right in front of a bus...
I drop a plate.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 10:49 pm
i see a plate on the ground as i am walking to work. I hold it up to see if its clean unfortunately it attracts the lightning from the storm and i get electricuted to death.
i drop a sesame street themed baby bib.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:19 pm
I see the baby bib on the ground as i am walking to the mall with my friends. Jokingly, they tell me to put it on. They laugh as i am wearing it, making the demon who lives inside very angry. It then chokes me to death with the bib.
I drop a roll of green duct tape.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:50 pm
I come across green duct tape.
'Whoa! I didn't know green duct tape existed!' I exclaim.
"It doesn't, punk."
I turn around to see where the other voice came from, to see a Grim-Reaper type figure who towers over me. As I start to run, suddenly the ground seems to dissolve as the shadow of the Reality-keeper-creature shoves me off the edge of existence.
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All that ever remains of me is a story I wrote on a piece of paper.
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