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Were Pogs a Thing?

Started by Demolition Squid, July 29, 2015, 03:36:51 PM

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hooplala

I hate you all so fucking much.
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Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)"
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Freeky

I can't believe you all.  You were doing so well, too.  What are you guys doing, falling off the wagon and talking about pogs in PUBLIC?  -shakes head-

Ben Shapiro

DIE IN A FIRE! IN ALF FORM!

Bruno

I'm stuck in an infinite pedantic loop trying to decide if the title of this thread should be "Was pogs a thing?" or "Were pogs things?".


Halp!
Formerly something else...

EK WAFFLR

Sigh....

It was 1999.

The human race had to face it. They were confronted with the truth
It was secret -- mysterious. A surgeon said it in the news.  The human race was dying.
But the result was no disease searching for you.
They found it everywhere. Lifeless pieces of plastic.
Yet, it seemed to be sentient.
The scary facts were never told.
Total confusion.
They found the same nightmare:
Our hearts were timebombs.

Or so, the poet said it.

I poured myself a pint glass of cheap tequila and faced my opponent with grim determination. Woke up the day after with a serious headace due to the tequila and the pog lodged in my skull.
I wish I could say I never went to that place again.
"At first I lifted weights.  But then I asked myself, 'why not people?'  Now everyone runs for the fjord when they see me."


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LMNO

John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were pogs in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY POGS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were pogs.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the pogs!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the pogs
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the pogs" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the pogs"
And then John was a zombie.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


P3nT4gR4m

Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on July 30, 2015, 07:15:45 PM
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were pogs in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY POGS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were pogs.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the pogs!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the pogs
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the pogs" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the pogs"
And then John was a zombie.

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Demolition Squid

guys

im so sorry

been quiet in this thread

went 2 find pogs players

back alley

they do not like hexagonal pogs

lesson learned

have some pictures have not uploaded them from camera yet keep crying and shaking too much

so sorry
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Richter

FER Fucksake.  Really.

Case your pogs scene.  Show up.  Don't flash some shiny slammers or shit unless your're a damn master.  See how they play.  Don't pry, so they know you're not some narc looking into gambling, or trying to expose them as cover for a drug or felatio ring.

If they play hex, or don't, watch. Be cool.  Ask, but be ready to get rejected a few times if they've got a tourney or some shit on.  Bide your time, let them see you.

If you don't and you're walking home funny with a pig tube lodged up yo ass don't blame me.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AM
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

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