HTOTM: FUSION
For CawnCawn : What "impulsed" you to start recording toribash and how do you feel with the progress you have done with your channel.

A.K.A Best Question

Nothing for cowmeat sorreh.
SWAVES IS THE REAL CHAMP!
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I must say, I quite enjoyed the chat with SkulFuk. It'd be great if more staff told lengthy stories and such like this.

Question for Cowmeat: Not entirely sure if this has been asked yet... What drove you to start making these podcasts? Basically answered in 5.5

Question for ConCon: Do you have something (a hobby) that you enjoy doing outside of Toribash, if so, what is it and what do you enjoy about it? If no, go outside.
Last edited by Sparky; Jul 23, 2015 at 02:34 PM.
hey man , you disappeared concon , we are waiting for more videos , I remember to this day one of its nija warriors you fall at the time of run ha ha ha , impossible to forget, but with everything we post videos , love their maneuvers . vamo with everything
I believe you've already seen this cow.
I have a challenge for concon, don't you dare forget this.

Make connie boy read this story and dare him not to laugh.

If he doesn't laugh he can have everything in my music set in my activated.

Also ask him what he thinks about it.
STORY:Once upon a time, in the far away mountains of Yore, lived a grey otter, a white wolf and a banana ferret. Now if you looked closely you could see that they were all very good friends. The way you could see if two people were very good friends was by looking under their belly fat and seeing whose name was written there. Okay, enough with that, look over here please children. As you'll see very soon, in this relationship, each had a different name written in their fat bellies belly fat. Wolf had banana ferret, otter had wolf, and banana ferret had otter. You'd think that they'd all know this by now but they didn't, yet they all hated each other without knowing it. So in their sleep, yes children, animals sleep. Let me continue please. In their sleep the animals conspired, oh and how they conspired against each other. But most of all it was the linked ones that conspired the most against each other. Wolf dreamt of slowly unpealing banana ferret's juicy peel and then slowly eating the inside of his... Oh I forgot you were here children, (sorry for bad english) sometimes I wonder off into my imagination of pealing and unpealing, can't say I'm sorry. Okay so, on with the story. Otter would dream of slowly licking wolf's fur, then shaving it, then slowly eating it, fried! Banana ferret however, would dream of greasing otter, not that he wasn't greasy enough, and then he'd dip otter in boiling hot oil whilst otter screamed in agony, oh how fun it was. Coming to the next part, the thing that created this Org Clan, was the orgies after the dreams. Oh how wonderful those orgies were, they were so wonderful that I'll stop talking about them. It was around this time, in 1000 BR (Before Rune), that they found out about their dreams. Weirdly enough by pocking sticks at each other in weird places at weird times. Then coating themselves in black zebras with white stripes. I don't even understand how that ended up working, but it did and they soon remembered their dreams and everybody elses. They got mad, and happy, and sad, and joyful, and depressed, and obnoxious, and shoddy, and miracles happened by coating runes on glimpsed figures. I'm sorry children that this is getting out of hand but it's really the story! So each one of the animal hybrids did different stuff. Wolf did parkour, banana ferret did tricking and otter would just sit there and hit shit in the head (ukebashing). After doing all these things they somehow recorded them and called them replays, no children, not re-playing, that's stupid. With these "replays" they would do art, stupid art yes, but isn't all art stupid? The answer is yes. Tuck Foribash art thread. These animals became legends. Wolf was known as Rune, banana otter as ShoddyV2 and otter as Glimpsed. They're still alive today, yes children, yes yes, you may tuck them when they get older, no no, they like it, wait what. FORGET EVERYTHING I JUST SAID. THE END. Wait (sorry for bad english) no, I forgot the most important things, tuna fish. The end. No, we forgot the favourite greasy otter foods. Well as common knowledge among the runic people the best way to cook frogs is not to boil it hot, slowly boil up water or the frog will hop out and cut himself on a knife, no one likes knifed mice. Another common belief is that when the frogs hop out of the pot they'll eat a mice. No one likes frogged mice, like seriously. Only a boiled greasy otter is froggalicious. Forget the frogs, the banana ferret actually tastes like banana. Children? Who would of guessed that? Me? Shhhhhhhh, it's a secret children, no one can guess that. Now, let's abandon that subject, children, for it is useless and brings no fruits to the story. Let's go back to when they made up after the mad black zebra with white stripes. Along the road from the mountains of Yore, they encountered CLEN! The mighty CClen who trained them and taught them more of the art. Until he passed away, yes children, the mighty Dlen died. No, children, you may not strip Klen. That should be the end now. I should mention that Dlen died from wolf bitting his head off. Oh also, children, I'm sorry. Clen is like god, he doesn't actually exist. During their voyage, this story doesn't end now, they met more zebras with black bodies and white stripes. Those zebras gave them visions and they turned to the moofler elephant for advice because they saw a great futur in the arms of the Foribashers and they wanted to show the image of Clen to the world. Yes children, Clen is always in a mango mood state, no children he's not happy, sad, mad and glad. I think it's time to end the story now, sorry children, it's time to go off on our expedetion to the greased otters land. THE TUCKING END. (sorry for bad egg leash).
Last edited by zubin; Jul 24, 2015 at 08:14 AM.
Originally Posted by Rune View Post
I believe you've already seen this cow.
I have a challenge for concon, don't you dare forget this.

Make connie boy read this story and dare him not to laugh.

If he doesn't laugh he can have everything in my music set in my activated.

Also ask him what he thinks about it.
STORY:Once upon a time, in the far away mountains of Yore, lived a grey otter, a white wolf and a banana ferret. Now if you looked closely you could see that they were all very good friends. The way you could see if two people were very good friends was by looking under their belly fat and seeing whose name was written there. Okay, enough with that, look over here please children. As you'll see very soon, in this relationship, each had a different name written in their fat bellies belly fat. Wolf had banana ferret, otter had wolf, and banana ferret had otter. You'd think that they'd all know this by now but they didn't, yet they all hated each other without knowing it. So in their sleep, yes children, animals sleep. Let me continue please. In their sleep the animals conspired, oh and how they conspired against each other. But most of all it was the linked ones that conspired the most against each other. Wolf dreamt of slowly unpealing banana ferret's juicy peel and then slowly eating the inside of his... Oh I forgot you were here children, (sorry for bad english) sometimes I wonder off into my imagination of pealing and unpealing, can't say I'm sorry. Okay so, on with the story. Otter would dream of slowly licking wolf's fur, then shaving it, then slowly eating it, fried! Banana ferret however, would dream of greasing otter, not that he wasn't greasy enough, and then he'd dip otter in boiling hot oil whilst otter screamed in agony, oh how fun it was. Coming to the next part, the thing that created this Org Clan, was the orgies after the dreams. Oh how wonderful those orgies were, they were so wonderful that I'll stop talking about them. It was around this time, in 1000 BR (Before Rune), that they found out about their dreams. Weirdly enough by pocking sticks at each other in weird places at weird times. Then coating themselves in black zebras with white stripes. I don't even understand how that ended up working, but it did and they soon remembered their dreams and everybody elses. They got mad, and happy, and sad, and joyful, and depressed, and obnoxious, and shoddy, and miracles happened by coating runes on glimpsed figures. I'm sorry children that this is getting out of hand but it's really the story! So each one of the animal hybrids did different stuff. Wolf did parkour, banana ferret did tricking and otter would just sit there and hit shit in the head (ukebashing). After doing all these things they somehow recorded them and called them replays, no children, not re-playing, that's stupid. With these "replays" they would do art, stupid art yes, but isn't all art stupid? The answer is yes. Tuck Foribash art thread. These animals became legends. Wolf was known as Rune, banana otter as ShoddyV2 and otter as Glimpsed. They're still alive today, yes children, yes yes, you may tuck them when they get older, no no, they like it, wait what. FORGET EVERYTHING I JUST SAID. THE END. Wait (sorry for bad english) no, I forgot the most important things, tuna fish. The end. No, we forgot the favourite greasy otter foods. Well as common knowledge among the runic people the best way to cook frogs is not to boil it hot, slowly boil up water or the frog will hop out and cut himself on a knife, no one likes knifed mice. Another common belief is that when the frogs hop out of the pot they'll eat a mice. No one likes frogged mice, like seriously. Only a boiled greasy otter is froggalicious. Forget the frogs, the banana ferret actually tastes like banana. Children? Who would of guessed that? Me? Shhhhhhhh, it's a secret children, no one can guess that. Now, let's abandon that subject, children, for it is useless and brings no fruits to the story. Let's go back to when they made up after the mad black zebra with white stripes. Along the road from the mountains of Yore, they encountered CLEN! The mighty CClen who trained them and taught them more of the art. Until he passed away, yes children, the mighty Dlen died. No, children, you may not strip Klen. That should be the end now. I should mention that Dlen died from wolf bitting his head off. Oh also, children, I'm sorry. Clen is like god, he doesn't actually exist. During their voyage, this story doesn't end now, they met more zebras with black bodies and white stripes. Those zebras gave them visions and they turned to the moofler elephant for advice because they saw a great futur in the arms of the Foribashers and they wanted to show the image of Clen to the world. Yes children, Clen is always in a mango mood state, no children he's not happy, sad, mad and glad. I think it's time to end the story now, sorry children, it's time to go off on our expedetion to the greased otters land. THE TUCKING END. (sorry for bad egg leash).


might as well make it a 2 hour episode with the amount of question's being ask for concon
Chab>What a dead game
bgjames1>I like WhiteF719