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Originally Posted by uh-oh
how you been
HERES A SCENARIO
you have a sword of your own choosing, and you are completely covered in bibles, like prison phone book armor.
i am wearing nothing but swim trunks, with a wooden cane that i cut the handle/curve off of, and sharpened into a point, and fire hardened with a bic lighter.
we are on a football field in opposite end zones.
how do you see this playing out?
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you scream and start charging at me. I stand still...stoic.
as you reach the fifty you are winded, but irregardless, the foolishness which propels your mind carries you on.
You start noticing the ground shaking and the sky turning into a Donnie Darko portal. Everything is being sucked up into it. your sprint turns into a slow jog.
you look in the distance and see that I am flanked and backed by a thousand War-Angels all equippedted with flaming swords.
your subcon smiles at your willingness to listen to it's recomendation of swim trunks as they easily absorb teh wet spot that your tinkler emmitted on the crotch area due to fear.
All of a sudden you fall to your knees and cry out: "I am sorry I am sorry! I believe! I believe!"
Then one of the Angels walks up to you and brandishes the sword so close to your face that it begins to melt the skin painfully from your fat cheeks. you cry out in anguish for mercy.
At this point the Angel runs thru your chest with the sword and you enter the blackness........