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Cramulus Has Gained a Level

Started by Cramulus, February 01, 2009, 02:12:56 PM

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Cain

Also, inspiration for my story comes entirely from 4chan, who figured out this...flaw, in the rules

http://4chanarchive.org/brchive/dspl_thread.php5?thread_id=921167&x=extremely+tight+space

Cramulus

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

I'm laughing my ASS off, guys - thanks

makes up for the fact that very few people IRL are even aware that it's my birthday

Sir Squid Diddimus

Cramulus hears a knock at the door.

Hesitantly, he hoists himself up off of the cold tile.

He looks through the peephole- nothing.
He opens the door, looks around- no one

On the floor, halfway on the doormat, there's a box.
He picks it up, brings it inside.
It's poorly packed, poorly taped, it opens easily.

Inside he finds-


Children scream, women faint, and Cramulus? He chuckles and tosses it out the window. There's an explosion, a fat guy yells "HEY!".
Cramulus takes a nap under a pile of kittens.

THE END.

Kai

This is probably the best idea for a birthday thread ever.
If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. --Loren Eisley, The Immense Journey

Her Royal Majesty's Chief of Insect Genitalia Dissection
Grand Visser of the Six Legged Class
Chanticleer of the Holometabola Clade Church, Diptera Parish

Vene

After a long day of work


Cram heads home disappointed that nobody remembered his birthday


But he's got company coming



Cram hears a knock at the door so he puts on his best dress


Big Gay Cowboy action follows


And a post-coitus victory outfit


Sorry guys, you're too late

Sir Squid Diddimus


Kai

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. --Loren Eisley, The Immense Journey

Her Royal Majesty's Chief of Insect Genitalia Dissection
Grand Visser of the Six Legged Class
Chanticleer of the Holometabola Clade Church, Diptera Parish

East Coast Hustle

Rabid Colostomy Hole Jammer of the Coming Apocalypse™

The Devil is in the details; God is in the nuance.


Some yahoo yelled at me, saying 'GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH', and I thought, "I'm feeling generous today.  Why not BOTH?"

Telarus

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

This whole thread rules.



CRAMULUS:
  Tell me, Sir, why you stare so at my 'stache?!

THE BORE (staggered):
  I. . .I...

CRAMULUS (walking straight up to him):
  Well, what is there strange?

THE BORE (drawing back):
  Your Grace mistakes!

CRAMULUS:
  How now?  Is't soft and dangling, like a lass' tresses?. . .

THE BORE (same play):
  I never. . .

CRAMULUS:
  Is it crook'd, like a punk's mowhawk?

THE BORE:
  I. . .

CRAMULUS:
  Do you see a tangle upon the tip?

THE BORE:
  Nay. . .

CRAMULUS:
  Or a fly, that takes the air there?  What
  Is there to stare at?

THE BORE:
  Oh. . .

CRAMULUS:
  What do you see?

THE BORE:
  But I was careful not to look--knew better.

CRAMULUS:
  And why not look at it, an if you please?

THE BORE:
  I was. . .

CRAMULUS:
  Oh! it disgusts you!

THE BORE:
  Sir!

CRAMULUS:
  Its hue...
  Unwholesome seems to you?

THE BORE:
  Sir!

CRAMULUS:
  Or its shape?

THE BORE:
  No, on the contrary!. . .

CRAMULUS:
  Why then that air
  Disparaging?--perchance you think it too large?

THE BORE (stammering):
  No, small, quite small--minute!

CRAMULUS:
  Minute!  What now?
  Accuse me of a thing ridiculous!
  Small--my mustachio?

THE BORE:
  Heaven help me!

CRAMULUS:
  'Tis enormous!
  Old Flathead, empty-headed meddler, know
  That I am proud possessing such appendice.
  'Tis well known, a big 'stache is indicative
  Of a soul affable, and kind, and courteous,
  Liberal, brave, just like myself, and such
  As you can never dare to dream yourself,
  Rascal contemptible!  For that witless face
  That my hand soon will come to cuff--is all
  As empty. . .

(He cuffs him.)

THE BORE:
  Aie!

CRAMULUS:
  --of pride, of aspiration,
  Of feeling, poetry--of godlike spark
  Of all that appertains to my big 'stache,
(He turns him by the shoulders, suiting the action to the word):
  As. . .what my boot will shortly come and kick!

THE BORE (running away):
  Help!  Call the Guard!

CRAMULUS:
  Take notice, boobies all,
  Who find my visage's center ornament
  A thing to jest at--that it is my wont--
  An if the jester's noble--ere we part
  To let him taste my steel, and not my boot!
Telarus, KSC,
.__.  Keeper of the Contradictory Cephalopod, Zenarchist Swordsman,
(0o)  Tender to the Edible Zen Garden, Ratcheting Metallic Sex Doll of The End Times,
/||\   Episkopos of the Amorphous Dreams Cabal

Join the Doll Underground! Experience the Phantasmagorical Safari!

Valerie - Gone

Too lazy to make up a story. Especially one that could not compete with the greatness of this thread. So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.

Let him that would move the world, first move himself. -Socrates

Iason Ouabache

Quote from: Valerie on February 01, 2009, 07:45:25 PM
Too lazy to make up a story. Especially one that could not compete with the greatness of this thread. So...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I would like to point out that in your apology for being lazy you wrote more words than I did in my previous post.  You have much to learn about the Slack.
You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck i do not give.
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Suu

Sovereign Episkopos-Princess Kaousuu; Esq., Battle Nun, Bene Gesserit.
Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion; 1st Church of Discordia

"Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it."

Cainad (dec.)

Quote from: Suu on February 01, 2009, 08:19:02 PM
This is the best thread ever!

Almost.


Do nevar forget: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=16800.0



Cainad,
Goes back and reads that thread again every once in a while

Suu

Bumping up over all of Cainad's bumps so people can post moar stories.
Sovereign Episkopos-Princess Kaousuu; Esq., Battle Nun, Bene Gesserit.
Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion; 1st Church of Discordia

"Add a dab of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it."