Tic I belive you think everyone tread you like a shit without reason, but there is few reasons. First you start blaming everyone, if he can't do that in a few seconds. Second you crying like a baby, fi you get a little polite critic, Dk's isn't count in our polite critic.
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EVERYONE!! CLAN TANITH ELITE IS CLOSED BY LEADER MEMO, SO CLAN WAR WITH THEM IS CANCELLED. !!
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Link you should update [DSC]'s bank wealthy and coals more often or give me rights to do that.
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Tiks* are animals and That vending machine is vehicle.
It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Linkhunter, woke up in a imaginery desert. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling really exasperated, Linkhunter hit a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he realized that his beloved Extreme potion was missing! Immediately he called his best friend, NinjaTitan. Linkhunter had known NinjaTitan for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones. NinjaTitan was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... oafish. Linkhunter called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
NinjaTitan picked up to a very nervous Linkhunter. NinjaTitan calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies cringe before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually wildly panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Linkhunter. Why was NinjaTitan trying to distract Linkhunter? Because he had snuck out from Linkhunter's with the Extreme potion only eight days prior. It was a saucy little Extreme potion... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Linkhunter got back to the subject at hand: his Extreme potion. NinjaTitan grimaced. Relunctantly, NinjaTitan invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Extreme potion. Linkhunter grabbed his hammock and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, NinjaTitan realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Extreme potion and he had to do it carefully. He figured that if Linkhunter took the amphibious vehicle, he had take at least nine minutes before Linkhunter would get there. But if he took the Extreme vending machine? Then NinjaTitan would be scarcely screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, NinjaTitan was interrupted by seven funny-smelling Tik*s that were lured by his Extreme potion. NinjaTitan sneezed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he fearlessly reached for his dull pencil and carefully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Extreme vending machine rolling up. It was Linkhunter.
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As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of dangerous oil-soaked rags, so he knew he was running late. With a deft leap, Linkhunter was out of the Extreme vending machine and went surreptitiously jaunting toward NinjaTitan's front door. Meanwhile inside, NinjaTitan was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Extreme potion into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. NinjaTitan was exasperated but at least the Extreme potion was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' NinjaTitan indiscriminately purred. With a inept push, Linkhunter opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive social outcast in a magic flying carpet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' NinjaTitan assured him. Linkhunter took a seat mysteriously distant from where NinjaTitan had hidden the Extreme potion. NinjaTitan yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Linkhunter was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, NinjaTitan noticed a selfish look on Linkhunter's face. Linkhunter slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
NinjaTitan felt a stabbing pain in his double chin when Linkhunter asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Extreme potion right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering look started to form on Linkhunter's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Linkhunter nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before NinjaTitan could react, Linkhunter randomly lunged toward the box and opened it. The Extreme potion was plainly in view.
Linkhunter stared at NinjaTitan for what what must've been three minutes. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, NinjaTitan groped sassily in Linkhunter's direction, clearly desperate. Linkhunter grabbed the Extreme potion and bolted for the door. It was locked. NinjaTitan let out a eccentric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Linkhunter,' he rebuked. NinjaTitan always had been a little pestering, so Linkhunter knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before NinjaTitan did something crazy, like... start chucking dangerous oil-soaked rags at him or something. Before anyone could take off their pants, he gripped his Extreme potion tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
NinjaTitan looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Linkhunter. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Linkhunter. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. NinjaTitan walked over to the window and looked down. Linkhunter was gone.
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Just yonder, Linkhunter was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind NinjaTitan's place. Linkhunter had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Tik*s suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Extreme potion. One by one they latched on to Linkhunter. Already weakened from his injury, Linkhunter yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Tik*s running off with his Extreme potion.
But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Linkhunter's Extreme potion. Feeling exasperated, God smote the Tik*s for their injustice. Then He got in His homemade car and dashed away with the fortitude of 20 long-haired sea monkeys running from a enormous pack of spotted wolf hamsters. Linkhunter fell with joy when he saw this. His Extreme potion was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in four minutes his favorite TV show, slope tyle, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When legless puppies meet bloody glove'). Linkhunter was excited. And so, everyone except NinjaTitan and a few rusty razor blade-toting long-haired sea monkeys lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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JUST COMEDY STORY. DO NOT READ; IF YOU ARE sober-sides.
Last edited by NinjaTitan; Jan 27, 2011 at 10:02 PM.
Reason: <24 hour edit/bump
ill i find some way to contact u guys
