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"Even if something sounds logical, it doesn't mean it have to be true"

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I'm not actually. ^_^

 

There's a Srake in my... pants?

Shut up.

They call me Snake. They call me Es Rake. They call me Srahkay. That's nahmaname. That's nahmaname. That's not my... name.

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When I was 12 I had my first sexual experience. At the time, I lived in a little suburb outside of Cleveland and anyway, the girl next door and I were really good friends. Our parents were both gone for the day and she was over playing Transformers with me. So anyway, we kinda got.. Bored I guess? And we started playing truth or dare, which turned into ‘you show me yours, I’ll show you mine". So anyway there I Was, 12 years old, heart pounding, blood rushing in my ears, and the chick (who was a year older than me actually) takes off her panties and hikes her little skirt up. so What did I do, you ask? I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said “fresh” and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought “naw forget it, yo home to bel-air!” I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie “yo homes smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air.

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I laughed so hard at that story. took me by surprise, you have no idea.

 

Well, I assume this thread is pretty much like the random one.

 

'Twas the night before 986996.M41, and all through the station

All there was clear, there was no abomination.

 

My helmet was set on the desk to my right,

On the chance that I was to need it that night.

 

The guardsmen were ensconced, asleep in their beds,

All the tanks too were safe, secure in the sheds.

 

Marines in the barracks, some manning the wall,

Assured me that the bastion never would fall.

 

When out in the yard there arose such discord

I grabbed up my bolter and unsheathed my sword.

 

Away to the window, I ran to take aim

As the marines around me all did the same.

 

My bionic eye turned the night into day

Allowed me to see, and to seek out my prey.

 

When what did my loyalist ocular show,

But an ancient conveyance, knee-deep in the snow.

 

The vehicle was pulled by horned quadrupeds

And a fiery red nimbus glowed from the sled.

 

The driver was mighty, his eyes full of scorn,

Dressed all in crimson like a servant of Khorne.

 

I gestured for other to shoot without pause,

For I was now certain this was Santa Claus.

 

"Fire Marines! Fire Guardsmen! Fire Ogryn and Ratlings!

Fire bolters! Fire lasguns! Fire mortars and gatlings!"

 

"You in the courtyard and you men on the walls

Now blast away! Blast away! Blast away all!"

 

But all through this maelstrom the evil one flew,

Past plasma and bolt shells and frag that we threw!

 

And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof

The vile cavorting of each decadent hoof.

 

Screaming my orders, I spun quickly around,

As down the chimney shaft it came with a bound.

 

I saw its eyes glow, its vast stomach gurgle,

Bloated and fat, like a deamon of Nurgle.

 

Blinded by anger, I attacked with a scream -

Charged into battle with my brave space marines.

 

As we thundered towards him, closing the rift,

He reached in his satchel and pulled out a gift.

 

Then it tossed the vile boxes - I fell in a stoop,

As they arced through the air at me and my troops.

The wrapped missiles fell short, and plopped at our feet,

Our morale was quite strong, we did not retreat.

But the marines paused - our charge was disrupted,

They picked up the gifts and were quickly corrupted.

 

For each box contained a chaotic present -

The marines (damn their souls), found them quite pleasant.

 

A bolter, a flamer, a new power fist,

The Claus gave to all, and he checked off a list.

 

It moved through the station and left in its wake,

The sound of bright laughter and the stench of fruitcake.

 

The others succumbed, but it failed in its goal,

For to me it gave only a small pile of coal.

The station was lost, I could only instruct

The bastion computer to set self-destruct.

 

I failed to kill him, for I saw as I fled,

The target escaping, quite safe in his sled.

 

I heard it cry out as the base burst into light,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

 

 

am I doin it right?

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Yes, yes you are. I guess just post random stories here or something.

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