Zelaron's Story

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Cmet a computer named wet wired and was like "wtf pay more my site and then sex plz" sex means taco bell though, so they had taco bell and zelaron. The Taco Bell attracted many new members....

DOH!

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..."well" grandfather said; "thats about 40 years ago now, i can't tell you the exact details, but boy o boy i sure remember what happened that horrible day" he puts off his glasses and takes a glass of water from the fontain in the middle of kitchen.
"i had an friend, called Zoleran. One day he asked me if i would go to Mount Orreot with him for..." "whats Mount Orreot grandfather ??" The old man realised this would become more difficult then he planned. "well my boy, ...

edit: someone please delete the posts that do NOT contain any story

"You see...Mount Orreot is a group of mountains in the heart of France. It's a place where they used to hang those they considered of the Devil. Whores, witches, wizards, sorcerers. There was a rumor that they executioners stole their money and hid it in a giant chest. Amassing over 5,000,000 francs! So of course, I said 'Yes' to Zoleran. Besides I said I always wanted to travel to France..."

..."what does that have to do with.." "patience my boy... so, next morning we went to Dafradok, a gnomish friend of us, to ask him if he wanted to join us on our journey. Ofcourse he accepted our offer. And so the fellowship started on a journey that would change their lives for good." ...

penny, you are NOT funny by ruining this thread. Some mod clear up the worthless posts and ban penny from this thread if possible... im starting to like this story-game and i dont want penny to ruin another thing im involved with

Halting in mid story, under the intense pressure of entertaining a fledgling youth, the grandfather, who was a hypochondriac and an unfortunate victim of childhood teasing, began to tremble. His childhood flashed before his eyes, a childhood filled with too many Big Mac's and the summation of it all ammounting to nothing more than 50 extra pounds and an incredible inferiority complex. The boy reminded him far too much of the teasing bullies that sent him on his downward spin to the depths of a self indulgent hell. With a slight jerk, the grandpa grabbed the boy by his throat, and ripped it out with a strange sort of glint in his eye, like a deranged Santa Claus. Blood was spraying everywhere, and staining the grandpa's tattered Jerry Garcia tank top and acid washed short shorts. The high intensity of this entire situation forced the grandpa into a seizure topped off by an immense heart attack. The boy kicked his grandpa in his wrinkled balls, spit on him in disgust, and said with great ferocity for a 9 year old, "Pay back's a bitch, gramps."