How the Charline nuked Christmas...

Started by Alondro, December 24, 2009, 02:59:21 AM

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Alondro

... and any other stupid tales people want to throw together!

(It's a lovely evening right before Christmas, and Charles is alone in the laboratory all night as usual.  However, for some odd reason,  though surrounded by chemicals and mouse corpses, Charles feels festive!)

*Charles calls out!*  Merry Christmas to all!

*Charline burst in plot-conveniently!  She is very angry and offended! >:[ *  How dare you shove your religious views on me!  *She beats the human with a baseball bat, as he deserves!*

*Charles staggers and slurs*  Ha-ppy... holi-day... @_@

*Charline is MORE angry!  >:C *  I don't espouse the view that the day is holy!  *She smashes Charles with a piano conjured from somewhere!*

*Charles oozes*  Annnd... durrr... a Hoppy Gnu Gear..  X_x

*Charline blows Charles up with a nuke!*  I hate gnus!  >:O

*Charles becomes a pile of radioactive dust.*  All I am is dust in the wind...

Moral:  There's just no pleasing evil kitties.  >:3 

Merry Nukesmas to all, and to all some fall-out! 

(This has been a product of Christmas greetings written and sent at 2 am from an all-nighter in the laboratory...  Feel free to add other absurd holiday greetings!)
Three's a crowd:  One lordly leonine of the Leyjon, one cruel and cunning cubi goddess, and one utterly doomed human stuck between them.

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Lushin

*Daimien slides in wearing a two piece suit as the background goes black and white*
"Imagine if you will that christmas is not actually a religious holiday. That Saint Nickolas is actually a saint of archers, sailors, and children. The tree in the house was actually started by a German in like the 16th century. They have no idea when Jesus was born, the christian church decided that he was born on December 25th because there was several religions back then that celebrated something similar to christmas"
/happiness.exe
Command failure: Command unkown

Failure. Abort. Retry. Fail.

Corgatha Taldorthar

I'll give something nice if anyone can tell where I lifted it from


Twas the night before Christmas, when a duck hit the sled. Santa fell out, flat on his head. He was barely alive, the jolly old elf, twas the holiday season, so I thought of myself.


So I stole his hat and buried him in the backyard.


The end.
Someday, when we look back on this, we'll both laugh nervously and change the subject. More is good. All is better.

The_one_who_is_odd

What I hear:
Feliz navidad = Fleece Navy Dad
Christmas = Cry Stan More (More in spanish is Mas)
New Year = Nude Year
Present = Presence
Santa Clause = Sand and Claws

ChaosMageX

#4
When are Jesus and Santa going to do combat?

And who will be the challengers for Hanukkah and Kwanzaa?

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bradypodidae

Heroic adventuring at the speed of slow.
Never mistake kindness as a sign of weakness.
Not a complete idiot, parts missing.

Dropping Proeliator from the name was way overdue.

Avi by Tabi

USMC

e_voyager

just something i tossed together i'm not even sure it's coherent but i felt this was too fun to pass up

tas the night of Christmas and all though the land
the fleshies were screaming as their homes filled with flan
the the quick escaped  there homes running out to the to street only to find
marshmallow fluff instead of snow and sidewalks made of twine  
the changes didn't stop there with candy glass cars and black licorous roads
and strange robots were falling form the sky
with candy cane batons and sugar string busters all raised high.
gather the fleshes and gather them quick
called out a voice who's accent was quite thick
and as the fleshies were gather in the center of town
a new robot landed with a very loud sound
and like the blinding purple flash that heralded his arrival
he stood over all like a like some titan form some bible
to the assembled group he did speak
this day today comes but once a year to celebrate the meek
today my hordes will not destroy you or even make you weep
so much of the year do i ravage you land that today i give you you peace
he paused as if to consider. not only today but for one week.
shall you houses and town be fill with food and surgery sweets
you houses shall fill with flan and outside nonliving things will become goodies for you to eat
but remember  fear for at the start of the year i'll return and and destroy  your town again
his message given  he  raised his gun and fired into the sky
dark purple light enclosed him and lifted him way up high
and as he vanished from sight into the night he laughed out loud for one and all to here
have a merry Christmas but forever dread the new year
I thank Silver Fox and Tiger_T for the wonderful Yappies.  all around the universe powers learned to hiss and curse at this, my creation but am i real or pure creation?
 I'm never where i was, rarely where i want to be, but always were i am needed.
 this world is not my own. but some how i wish that i could belong. Blame It On Boxey

LionHeart

"3x2(9yz)4a!"

"We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!"


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