I thought of it like a month ago.
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That was one of my favorite things from it...
I thought of it like a month ago.
I thought of it like a month ago.
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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Great entries, everybody. 
I also had an idea I've been playing with. Maybe not part of official contest since it's late but I wanted to post it anyway.
Winner will be decided by vote.
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Chapter 4 - Finally, Outside
A man climbed. A man needs to climb. The light-struck hights beckon a man by their forbidden call and a man must heed their call for call they do. Behind and bellow, from the calustrophobic darkness of murkiness of a man's past come the jeers and shrilly littletigercalls of the small-minded. A man does not respond.
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Chapter 7 - Still Climbing Despite Adversities
Hands are weary and trembling and bleeding and sore and trembling-weary and bleeding-sore and trembling-weary-sore and bleeding-trembling-weary and so on and so forth. Also hands were also dirty. Also, hands were also nail-dirty and nail-broken. In other bodily aspects, Eyes are stinging with the miasma of mucky sweat-filtered light. Light is color-broken and muck-filtered and sweat-imbued and sweat-colored. Color is gucky-color; color is gunky-color; color is oozy-color; color is slime-limy-color; color is also sludgy-slow and sludgy-hued and sludgy-feely. A man breaths and the breath is icy, day-clean. It is not mucky-dirty and it is also not sludgy-dirty and it is also... A man blinks a few times and now everything is so so so much better
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Chapter 13 - Holding to the Cracks, Still Not-Falling but Luuky-LOOKING
A man is no longer night-ridden. A man has left the Cave and his fellows in the ever-darkness and the shadows.
For the great beyond has beckoned and one man among all its night-ridden shadow-limned fellows, a Man, has answered its call. A man digs his fingers into the unforgiving rockaxe-sharp cracks and glances, face wonderment-filled at the shapes in the vast vista bellow him. His virginal eyes soak in the bright sight of this great outside. There's depressions and knobby elevations and green shapes, enormously far, enormously colorful to his newborn-naive naive joyous eyes. A man names these things to demarcate their meaningfulness in the rapidly filling void that is a man's imagination. Like semi-old gum a man stretches man's imagination with rainbowy-colors and 3DEuclidianGeometry-concepsisespcisesces. In his mind wondrous word after wondrous word take shape and form: They are Crags and Hills and Truisesbentbypassionatewind. Or at least man thinks so.
A man is tired and his body is covered by strange moistness man doesn't like the feel of very much. And a man's skin is all red and sore. So slowly, slowly, like a cave-crab on a tricky bit of crumblyhuge wall, a man turns and begins a man's treck back.
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Chapter 31 - A Man who is Back and is also is a Bad Teller
"And there was a bright round light in the blue blue (real true fabulous blue not that gray-blue over there in the cavewallpainting) vast big high beyond-hand's-grasp-far ceiling above a man has named Sky. Far far away it was but so bright, a man's eyes could see nothing else even long after a man stopped looking at that great light. And a man called it Sun. It is like the fireplace but so much harderbetterfartherstronger. It is like the one true fireplace there is to which all other fireplaces are mere shadows cast by that Sun-fireplace. And it gave light to everything it touched and filled them with wondrous colors. Not like these pathetic 2D ugly picture-colors we draw on our walls. Real colors. And, and-"
There were angry mutters from the darkness around a man. A man tried to figure what to say next. It was hard to see them in the ever-murk of Cave since man's return. Cave is so much less than Outside. StrongJaw Parvati grasped a man's hand and gave it a squeeze. Woman leaned over and neighed in a man's ear "Stop these spurting spurts of bubbling nonsense-speaking. A woman has missed her man. Her man has been absent many fires and the other man-folk have given her the special sniffs. A woman's man must come and show a woman he is still good for dark-corner innie-outie. A woman is starting to get impatient. Woman sniffs meaningfully.
A man is taking a shuddering breath. A man's body is not interested in reliving Great-Outside at this moment and a man's tongue has lost all the words. Murky touchy-feely concepts overshadow and swallow wondrous outsidy-concepts for the moment. "Humm-humm!" a man says and a man's feet lead the slinking-stumbling way into deeper-darkness.
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Chapter 57 - Still at it - A man lets a woman ride a man like a night-ridden-stallion in the other other special corner
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"And there are Hills!"
"Uhhhh!"
"And Crags!"
"Uhhhh!!"
"And Treesbentbythepassionatewind"
"Uhhhh-heeee=haaaa!!!" tears of joys flowed from woman's eyes "My man!" she groaned and in gratefulness she gathered her strenth and [CENSORED]
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Chapter 83 - A man Flees Leaving both Cave and Woman
A man hurts. A man is sad. A man is furious but a man is all the same weak and hopelessly outnumbered. "Mercy," a man calls, and "Please, listen," and "I mean no harm only good! only good." But still they kick him. Still they denounce him. "Liar!" and "Light-blind fool." and "Raving", "Weakling", "Fire-flee-er". A man lifts man's arms protectively. The others jeer and kick and jeer some more and then they spit and mock and throw some rocks. It really hurts.
Behind the cave-mob man thinks man sees man's hated rival Big-Stick Squint-eye. Rival holds man's woman's arm. A man thinks. It is still hard to see in Cave-Murk and beatings not help. "Strong-Jaw! Come with man. Leave Cave with man!" a man calls but the Squint-eye is strong and he says "You unfit for me-man's woman. You weak and eye-sore and mind-addled and bone-fractured and skin-reddened and Cave-hateful. Man's woman beg man show little mercy. Man says flee or strong eye-sharp mind-whole Cave-men finish weak broken rave-man and Cave-women feed man-pieces to Cave-crabs to fatten and sweeten for fire-pot." Squint-eye laughs his big laugh and rest of cave-men laugh too and cave-women yowl and lift their torches to show women's toothy grins.
A man's eyes will not serve a man. The wondrous shapes of that wondrous wondrous not-cave place overshadows by its clan-chiefiness the obscure pathetic shapes of a man's tribe-place. A man feels cavewall at a man's back. A man waves a man's hands in front of a man to ward off the other men. A man remembers the sharp, proud call of the flapping one who flapped in the great nothingness and did not fall. A man cannot see man's Strong-Jaw. The murk has swallowed woman. A man stumbles to forbidden-wall-hole and climbs once more grasping for the distant light.
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Epilogue - A man finds newcave, a better-brighter cave and there is much happiness
A man is high. So high. Even many flapping ones not as high. Man's newcave is not dark. Newcave is not filled with obscuring murk. Walls are seethroughwalls and man has call them cristel. Man alone for much time but still man happy. Man even makes new name for man: Zor Athoosta. Zor likes Zor's name's soundmeaning and Zor is content. Zor mind is filled with the wondrous TrueColors and TrueShapes but now there is a noise in newcave's entrance. Zor looks and Zor-eyes widen and Zor-jaw drops. In newcave entrance is Strong-Jaw. Zor-arms flap wide open. Zor -voice warbles joyfully and Zor-legs carry him in a great big jump to Zor's-Strong-Jaw who is also Zor-mate and Zor-mouth latches and ringingkiss kissees Zor's-mate-whois-Strong-Jaw-lips and Strong-Jaw-whois-Zor's-mate-lips kiss Zor's lips back.
And they find a bright-bright corner and do the innie-outie.
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[STAY TUNED FOR THE MUCH ANTICIPATED BOOK 2 - IN THE ZORCAVE DOING IT LIKE THE BIRDS DO IT]
I also had an idea I've been playing with. Maybe not part of official contest since it's late but I wanted to post it anyway.
Winner will be decided by vote.
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Chapter 4 - Finally, Outside
A man climbed. A man needs to climb. The light-struck hights beckon a man by their forbidden call and a man must heed their call for call they do. Behind and bellow, from the calustrophobic darkness of murkiness of a man's past come the jeers and shrilly littletigercalls of the small-minded. A man does not respond.
...
Chapter 7 - Still Climbing Despite Adversities
Hands are weary and trembling and bleeding and sore and trembling-weary and bleeding-sore and trembling-weary-sore and bleeding-trembling-weary and so on and so forth. Also hands were also dirty. Also, hands were also nail-dirty and nail-broken. In other bodily aspects, Eyes are stinging with the miasma of mucky sweat-filtered light. Light is color-broken and muck-filtered and sweat-imbued and sweat-colored. Color is gucky-color; color is gunky-color; color is oozy-color; color is slime-limy-color; color is also sludgy-slow and sludgy-hued and sludgy-feely. A man breaths and the breath is icy, day-clean. It is not mucky-dirty and it is also not sludgy-dirty and it is also... A man blinks a few times and now everything is so so so much better
...
Chapter 13 - Holding to the Cracks, Still Not-Falling but Luuky-LOOKING
A man is no longer night-ridden. A man has left the Cave and his fellows in the ever-darkness and the shadows.
For the great beyond has beckoned and one man among all its night-ridden shadow-limned fellows, a Man, has answered its call. A man digs his fingers into the unforgiving rockaxe-sharp cracks and glances, face wonderment-filled at the shapes in the vast vista bellow him. His virginal eyes soak in the bright sight of this great outside. There's depressions and knobby elevations and green shapes, enormously far, enormously colorful to his newborn-naive naive joyous eyes. A man names these things to demarcate their meaningfulness in the rapidly filling void that is a man's imagination. Like semi-old gum a man stretches man's imagination with rainbowy-colors and 3DEuclidianGeometry-concepsisespcisesces. In his mind wondrous word after wondrous word take shape and form: They are Crags and Hills and Truisesbentbypassionatewind. Or at least man thinks so.
A man is tired and his body is covered by strange moistness man doesn't like the feel of very much. And a man's skin is all red and sore. So slowly, slowly, like a cave-crab on a tricky bit of crumblyhuge wall, a man turns and begins a man's treck back.
...
Chapter 31 - A Man who is Back and is also is a Bad Teller
"And there was a bright round light in the blue blue (real true fabulous blue not that gray-blue over there in the cavewallpainting) vast big high beyond-hand's-grasp-far ceiling above a man has named Sky. Far far away it was but so bright, a man's eyes could see nothing else even long after a man stopped looking at that great light. And a man called it Sun. It is like the fireplace but so much harderbetterfartherstronger. It is like the one true fireplace there is to which all other fireplaces are mere shadows cast by that Sun-fireplace. And it gave light to everything it touched and filled them with wondrous colors. Not like these pathetic 2D ugly picture-colors we draw on our walls. Real colors. And, and-"
There were angry mutters from the darkness around a man. A man tried to figure what to say next. It was hard to see them in the ever-murk of Cave since man's return. Cave is so much less than Outside. StrongJaw Parvati grasped a man's hand and gave it a squeeze. Woman leaned over and neighed in a man's ear "Stop these spurting spurts of bubbling nonsense-speaking. A woman has missed her man. Her man has been absent many fires and the other man-folk have given her the special sniffs. A woman's man must come and show a woman he is still good for dark-corner innie-outie. A woman is starting to get impatient. Woman sniffs meaningfully.
A man is taking a shuddering breath. A man's body is not interested in reliving Great-Outside at this moment and a man's tongue has lost all the words. Murky touchy-feely concepts overshadow and swallow wondrous outsidy-concepts for the moment. "Humm-humm!" a man says and a man's feet lead the slinking-stumbling way into deeper-darkness.
...
Chapter 57 - Still at it - A man lets a woman ride a man like a night-ridden-stallion in the other other special corner
...
"And there are Hills!"
"Uhhhh!"
"And Crags!"
"Uhhhh!!"
"And Treesbentbythepassionatewind"
"Uhhhh-heeee=haaaa!!!" tears of joys flowed from woman's eyes "My man!" she groaned and in gratefulness she gathered her strenth and [CENSORED]
...
Chapter 83 - A man Flees Leaving both Cave and Woman
A man hurts. A man is sad. A man is furious but a man is all the same weak and hopelessly outnumbered. "Mercy," a man calls, and "Please, listen," and "I mean no harm only good! only good." But still they kick him. Still they denounce him. "Liar!" and "Light-blind fool." and "Raving", "Weakling", "Fire-flee-er". A man lifts man's arms protectively. The others jeer and kick and jeer some more and then they spit and mock and throw some rocks. It really hurts.
Behind the cave-mob man thinks man sees man's hated rival Big-Stick Squint-eye. Rival holds man's woman's arm. A man thinks. It is still hard to see in Cave-Murk and beatings not help. "Strong-Jaw! Come with man. Leave Cave with man!" a man calls but the Squint-eye is strong and he says "You unfit for me-man's woman. You weak and eye-sore and mind-addled and bone-fractured and skin-reddened and Cave-hateful. Man's woman beg man show little mercy. Man says flee or strong eye-sharp mind-whole Cave-men finish weak broken rave-man and Cave-women feed man-pieces to Cave-crabs to fatten and sweeten for fire-pot." Squint-eye laughs his big laugh and rest of cave-men laugh too and cave-women yowl and lift their torches to show women's toothy grins.
A man's eyes will not serve a man. The wondrous shapes of that wondrous wondrous not-cave place overshadows by its clan-chiefiness the obscure pathetic shapes of a man's tribe-place. A man feels cavewall at a man's back. A man waves a man's hands in front of a man to ward off the other men. A man remembers the sharp, proud call of the flapping one who flapped in the great nothingness and did not fall. A man cannot see man's Strong-Jaw. The murk has swallowed woman. A man stumbles to forbidden-wall-hole and climbs once more grasping for the distant light.
...
Epilogue - A man finds newcave, a better-brighter cave and there is much happiness
A man is high. So high. Even many flapping ones not as high. Man's newcave is not dark. Newcave is not filled with obscuring murk. Walls are seethroughwalls and man has call them cristel. Man alone for much time but still man happy. Man even makes new name for man: Zor Athoosta. Zor likes Zor's name's soundmeaning and Zor is content. Zor mind is filled with the wondrous TrueColors and TrueShapes but now there is a noise in newcave's entrance. Zor looks and Zor-eyes widen and Zor-jaw drops. In newcave entrance is Strong-Jaw. Zor-arms flap wide open. Zor -voice warbles joyfully and Zor-legs carry him in a great big jump to Zor's-Strong-Jaw who is also Zor-mate and Zor-mouth latches and ringingkiss kissees Zor's-mate-whois-Strong-Jaw-lips and Strong-Jaw-whois-Zor's-mate-lips kiss Zor's lips back.
And they find a bright-bright corner and do the innie-outie.
...
[STAY TUNED FOR THE MUCH ANTICIPATED BOOK 2 - IN THE ZORCAVE DOING IT LIKE THE BIRDS DO IT]
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So I guess I'll start the voting.
michaelm - I loved your tried 'n' true fantasy story of magicians and mayham with its bizzare funny (disturbing) imagery including: the famous sweat-unmentionables, 'harnesss the horses of the sky', 'returning to the unlife of the womb' and sun-jockey. I congrat you.
DoctorGamgee - you have played fast and lose with Missus English. What flare! What draing! Good show.
deer of the dawn - Very very nice. And among us all I think you did the best job of actually fulfilling all of X-fing. Tommy's challenging requirements. It's simple, it includes helpful unicorns, it's bright and capturing. What more could one ask?
Linna Heartlistener - Is this crooks 'n' buttons based on the Man Who -- series? I never read them so I can't compare and I feel I'm missing things but nice showing nonetheless.
I'm giving my vote to michaelm's story but all the entries were great
michaelm - I loved your tried 'n' true fantasy story of magicians and mayham with its bizzare funny (disturbing) imagery including: the famous sweat-unmentionables, 'harnesss the horses of the sky', 'returning to the unlife of the womb' and sun-jockey. I congrat you.
DoctorGamgee - you have played fast and lose with Missus English. What flare! What draing! Good show.
deer of the dawn - Very very nice. And among us all I think you did the best job of actually fulfilling all of X-fing. Tommy's challenging requirements. It's simple, it includes helpful unicorns, it's bright and capturing. What more could one ask?
Linna Heartlistener - Is this crooks 'n' buttons based on the Man Who -- series? I never read them so I can't compare and I feel I'm missing things but nice showing nonetheless.
I'm giving my vote to michaelm's story but all the entries were great
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It all started with following Win Wayfriend's Money, which lead to entering his Survivor Games. After placing second in the first season, I doubled-down on the writing and created some Bad Writing classics in both the classic comics challenge and the Family Guy limerick challenge. Winning that second season afforded me a seeded position as Bad Writing Guru for the subsequent season...and since there has been no subsequent season yet, I am clinging to the title.
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I didn't want to be a guru of any kind, never mind one of incompetent forum-filling, but when my old nemesis began to post again, well, all I can say is that frosty cold revenge started lifting up my shirt and putting its hands on my back. It all began in '09, when I was still working as a carny in west Kansas, where there was nothing to do but shove kids through turnstiles and then go home for a tall glass of net surfing. Impawsible, he called himself, but I could see right through his mawkish facade as page after horrible page of drivel emerged from his fingertips to drone attack my eyeballs, leaving my intellect to hide in a hastily dug cave just over the border from sanity, and I vowed then, as I vow to this day, that I would find a way to put the fear of bad grammar into that post-roach -- but I would do it my way.
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Acid rain, a bizarre and exclusive club for bad writers, of which I am the mad-love guru. Fate, corruption and betrayal by the local pop-retro writer. He claims my writing is passive and lumbering towards a permanent state of distraction; whereas I claim I am at a run and not a shuffle.
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These are all dreadful (and thus, Awesome!).
Tough to choose, but I think that Sarge was the loser. Thus, sgt. null retains the Guru title.
Have at it, Sarge. What are your orders...
I'll go send you what winnings I can (turns out, I DO have 500 WGDs to send you!). I'll let you decide if it is for victory or pity's sake.
You're up!
Tough to choose, but I think that Sarge was the loser. Thus, sgt. null retains the Guru title.
Have at it, Sarge. What are your orders...
I'll go send you what winnings I can (turns out, I DO have 500 WGDs to send you!). I'll let you decide if it is for victory or pity's sake.
You're up!
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"So imagine a land, it's called 'The Land', with beautiful magical scenery and all sorts of magiccreatures where a bunch of goody two shoes hippy magelords called 'the Lords' control everything but see, there's this one magelord called Jerrod who wants to build cities and factories and he has this neat spell that would control the sun and make the crops grow reaaally fast. But everyone else wants to keepthings natural. They call him all sorts of bad names like 'Foul' because of the factories, and 'Despiser' because he doesn't appreciate nature enough, and 'Grey Slayer' because of the smoke from factories and cities. So they argue and argue and finally they decide to summon an outsider, that would be someone from our world and give him ultimate power (I'm thinking like Rod of Dominion or maybe a One Ring like LotR) who'll decide for them what to do. He's called Johnny Mayham and you know what, the guy is a drunkard and a total douche. At first thetwo factions try to win him over to their side. the magelords give him a tour of the land and all its wonders while Jeroth shows him the model town and factory he built but Johnny Mayham doesn't give a shit so in the end they change their tactics: The magecouncil send a pretty teenager, called Leana BoomBoom to convince him to side with them and he's totally gots the hots for her, think Loliiita, while the dissenting magelord offer him gold and power and even sends magic goons to scare him. But that's not all! There are also magic elves who protect the forests. They'll be called Forestals, found it in the dictionary. Looks like a good word and it sounds good, doesn't it? They're reclusive and don't trust any humans and there will also be giants. They're kind of bumbling fools but in a funny way, you know, and the hero will have one as a servant for laughs and giggles called Salty Foam Follower, he's an even bigger drunk than Johnny and of course there will be unicorns, you must have unicorns in a magicland like The Land. They're this really smart and brave and beautiful horsey creatures and pretty young girl-babes ride them around and the unicorns want to let the hero ride them (because, get this, he's still a virgin, hah hah) but he's a big sissy and afraid he'll fall off them. And on the other side there will be all sorts of monsters. They come from a big vulcano and an evil swamp, you know, the usual, and now that the magelords are fighting they all come out and wreck mayham and havoc on The Land. So the mountain will contain evil dwarves that have evil magic jewels and ride scary lava-tigers and the swamp will have these eyeless monkeys that want to steal the hero's object of power and make the whole Land an evil swamp. And the mages are all helpless because they gave all their power to Johnny Mayham.
"So, what do you think so far?"
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Retro-actively wrote something for Gamgee's lightning round.
* Mr.-Dark-and-Edgy says Guys, go read the Bad Writing Contest I started, and everyone participate!!
* Atiahanna_GoodPerson pokes deer and says, "Hey, I saw your entry and I was just surprised because I didn't think as Christians we were allowed to write stuff that was so…"
* deer_of_the_dawn thinks she can finish this sentence: "..phallic?"
And here's the longer version if you want to bore yourself with a long and more-confusing IRC dialog.
Spoilered because it doesn't even come close to meeting the "only three sentences requirement.. (and it doesn't count as me digressing as much if I cover up all the words?)
With regards to sarge's round... I have someone I'm running it by before I post!
[Edit: changed "I was allowed to write" to plural pronoun, etc.]
* Mr.-Dark-and-Edgy says Guys, go read the Bad Writing Contest I started, and everyone participate!!
* Atiahanna_GoodPerson pokes deer and says, "Hey, I saw your entry and I was just surprised because I didn't think as Christians we were allowed to write stuff that was so…"
* deer_of_the_dawn thinks she can finish this sentence: "..phallic?"
And here's the longer version if you want to bore yourself with a long and more-confusing IRC dialog.
Spoilered because it doesn't even come close to meeting the "only three sentences requirement.. (and it doesn't count as me digressing as much if I cover up all the words?)
Spoiler
<Indigo_Dude> Guys, go read the Bad Writing Contest I started, and everyone participate!!
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> Hmm… that sounds interesting, but no time.
* Atiahanna_GoodPerson goes and looks.
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> deer, you were in it too!?
<deer_of_the_dawn> uh, yeah… why?
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> Oh, nothing.
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> I just never thought we could do bad writing that's so, umm…
<deer_of_the_dawn> ..phallic?
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> Right!
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> But HILARIOUS.
* Atiahanna_GoodPerson is now known as imitating_jesus.
<deer_of_the_dawn> Hey, I wantted that name!
<imitating_jesus> too bad!
* imitating_jesus taunts deer_of_the_dawn!
<imitating_jesus> ok, you can have it.
* imitating_jesus is now known as im_imitating_deer_imitating_jesus
* deer_of_the_dawn is now known as imitating_jesus.
<im_imitating_deer_imitating_jesus> Hey, I know! Let's go derpin'!
<imitating_jesus> Derrrppp!
<im_imitating_deer_imitating_jesus> Derppp!
<imitating_jesus> Derp-dee-derp derp, derp, derp!
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> Hmm… that sounds interesting, but no time.
* Atiahanna_GoodPerson goes and looks.
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> deer, you were in it too!?
<deer_of_the_dawn> uh, yeah… why?
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> Oh, nothing.
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> I just never thought we could do bad writing that's so, umm…
<deer_of_the_dawn> ..phallic?
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> Right!
<Atiahanna_GoodPerson> But HILARIOUS.
* Atiahanna_GoodPerson is now known as imitating_jesus.
<deer_of_the_dawn> Hey, I wantted that name!
<imitating_jesus> too bad!
* imitating_jesus taunts deer_of_the_dawn!
<imitating_jesus> ok, you can have it.
* imitating_jesus is now known as im_imitating_deer_imitating_jesus
* deer_of_the_dawn is now known as imitating_jesus.
<im_imitating_deer_imitating_jesus> Hey, I know! Let's go derpin'!
<imitating_jesus> Derrrppp!
<im_imitating_deer_imitating_jesus> Derppp!
<imitating_jesus> Derp-dee-derp derp, derp, derp!
[Edit: changed "I was allowed to write" to plural pronoun, etc.]
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