Introduce Your Character

[TonyZimmzy]

 

 

You ain't got any idea...any clue...when OG Nig Nog may f*ck your sh*t up.

[longkissgoodnight]

GUYS COULD YOU STOP THIS? PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU - THE ORIGINAL POST WAS TRYING TO DO SOMETHING NICE - NOW COULD WE ALL PLEASE BEHAVE?

[deathtopalaric8]

GUYS COULD YOU STOP THIS? PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU - THE ORIGINAL POST WAS TRYING TO DO SOMETHING NICE - NOW COULD WE ALL PLEASE BEHAVE?

[t3hgillyknows]

 

 

Name: longkissgoodnight

Age: 9

Bio: I love having a low self esteem that needs to be brought up whenever a topic about respect or about who's a great writer shows up. I start fights and can't stop. I'm also a homosexual. Thanks for listening. And please, shut up.

[saltinespike]

 

Name: longkissgoodnight

Age: 9

Bio: I love having a low self esteem that needs to be brought up whenever a topic about respect or about who's a great writer shows up. I start fights and can't stop. I'm also a homosexual. Thanks for listening. And please, shut up.

You've immediately earned my respect.

[longkissgoodnight]

Yo t3 your lucky i don't no were you live or else I would go...actuality you don't want to no - what ill do to you. You think your some kind of a tuff guy - why don't you call me? Look me up in the yellow book.

[saltinespike]

Yo t3 your lucky i don't no were you live or else I would go...actuality you don't want to no - what ill do to you. You think your some kind of a tuff guy - why don't you call me? Look me up in the yellow book.

What's you're name and IP address? I'll look you up.

[t3hgillyknows]

Yo t3 your lucky i don't no were you live or else I would go...actuality you don't want to no - what ill do to you. You think your some kind of a tuff guy - why don't you call me? Look me up in the yellow book.

Where do I find you? Under "f" for "Faeiry"? Jesus, shut up. I'm even annoyed at you. If anyone's acting tough, it's you, f*cking flamer. (In the homosexual sense)

[deathtopalaric8]

Chapter 1: HOMIES

 

It was 1998 grove street families were getting beaten down by the ballas and the vagos. Every day another gsf was dieing and it was about to end all the gsfs would be dead before the end of the year at this rate. Sweet and his brother cj the leaders of grove street were havin a meating outside of the cul de sack.

 

Sweet: all homies listen here we got a plan to take over san andreas that’s right all of san andreas nigga

 

GSF 1: What’s da plan nigga we cant take over the whole state that’s crazy sh*t nigga.

 

Sweet: O but there you are wrong my brotha cause I got a 6 step plan to takin over da whole state my nigga.

 

GSF 2: well whats the plan nigga.

 

Sweet: the plan is as follows Step 1- Take over los santos, Step 2-Take over red county, Step 3- Take over whetstone county, Step 4-take over san fierro, Step 5- take over bone county, Step 6- take over las venturra.

 

GSF 1: Lol bone county

 

Sweet: shut yo mouf nigga my plan will work and then the ballas and vagos will see who the real kings of da state is yall heard?

 

The crowd of gsf’s did not think sweets plan would work so they all called out booing and throwing tomatoes at sweet.

 

CJ: everyone everyone listen!!!!!!

 

CJ interrupted everyone with a loud call

 

CJ: are u all bustas dis plan is for real dogs. I heard it out with my bro last night and dis sh*t is our only chance of surviving in da streets niggas.

 

Sweet: that’s right. Listen to my brother. This sh*t gonna work I promise u u just gotta be with me. Me and my brother cant do no sh*t alone we need all yall help homies.

 

The crowd of homies mumble to each other for a few minutes. Then…

 

GSF 3: dog u know we’d never let the familys down!

 

GSF 4: that’s right nigga we in. aint that right everynigga?

 

All GSF’s together: yea yea nigga yea GROVE STREET 4 LIFE

Sweet: Now that’s da spirit niggas. Tomorrow morning sunrise we meat in right here in the cul de sack. Bring all your weapons u got. were gonna need em, ur gonna need them. TO SURVIVE

 

The crowd murmurs

 

Sweet: DISMISSED!

 

All the gsfs promptly left and went left back to there homes. Sweet and cj smiled to each other with loving eyes of only brothers and they both went into sweet’s house together. Inside theres was thick coke smoke and radio los santos was plaing. Sweets loyal pet hampster was running in his hampster wheel as cj and sweet lay down onto the bed together.

 

Sweet: Cj I love ya man

 

CJ: nigga I know u love me dog

 

Sweet: come here

 

Sweet takes hold of CJ’s hand and pulls him closer. He give him a quick kiss on the lips and cj looks starltled.

 

Sweet: baby we cant hide our feelings for each other no more

 

CJ: this isn’t right nigga we cant do dis sh*t

 

Sweet: why not?!?!?!?!?

 

CJ: da other niggas might find out dog?

 

Sweet: they wont bro. they wont

 

Sweet leaned in and tongue kiss cj for a few seconds till cj pulled away.

 

CJ: I mean it dog I cant do this.

 

Sweet: what do you…

 

CJ: not here! Not now!

 

Sweet: but bro…

 

CJ: just leave me alone nigga. I just needa be alone.

 

CJ promptly got up, zips his pants zipper back up where sweet started to unzip it and bolted from the room.

 

Sweet: I’ll never understand that nigga…

 

The next morning the sun began to peep peep over the horizon and the armies of gsf’s began to fill the cul de sack. it was a cool morning. gsfs shivered as they loaded their guns and got ready for whatever came at them. then when suddenly, sweet came barging out the door of his house with something strapped on his back.

 

GSF 5: Sheeeeeeeeeeeeat nigga. what the hell does that niagga got on his back?

 

GSF 6: dat sh*ts a rocket luncher nigga!!!

 

Sweet laughed in the cool morning air.

 

Sweet: that’s right dogs. this right here is some mad sh*t CJ got from a good friend of his in san fierro.

 

GSF 7: we gonna blow up some busta azz ballas wit dat sh*t nigga?

 

Sweet: you just wait and see dog you just wait and see. this sh*t aint even the beginning of our arsenal. we’re going into full fledged war today.

 

As sweet spoke these words cj appeared out of his house. he walked over to the homies and held up a briefcase.

 

CJ: u know whats in here homies?

 

GSF 6: nah nigga nah what is it?

 

CJ laughed. he opened the case to reveal dozens and dozens of satchel charges.

 

GSF’s 5, 6, and 7 together: sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat nigga!!!!!!!!!

 

CJ: sh*t is right homies. and guess what we’re gonna do with these.

 

Sweet: no time for guessing homies heres the plan so listen close.

 

Sweet picked up a duffel bag by his feat and dumped it to the street. ballas pants and shirts fell outta it.

 

Sweet: see this sh*t? we stripped it from some dead ballas. now 10 of our guys is gonna wear dis sh*t as a disguise to get into ballas territory with the satchel charges.

 

CJ pulled out a map of ballas territory.

 

CJ: see this map on it are 24 points marked. each point marks a key balla landmark. each of these places our disguised niggas is gonna plant a satchel charge. then get the f*ck outta there cause we gonna blow them things at 6 pm on the minute wether u out or not just so the ballas don’t start to discover our plan.

 

Sweet: right. so lets get to it. that’s all u need to know for now niggas. the rest of the plan youll learn as we go along. now! we need 10 guys to go into ballas terrioty in the dusguises whos it gunna be

 

All GSF’s at the same time: NOT ME NIGGA!!!!!!

 

CJ: aw, sheeeat. this is gonna be tougher then I thought.

[mark-2007]

Yo t3 your lucky i don't no were you live or else I would go...actuality you don't want to no - what ill do to you. You think your some kind of a tuff guy - why don't you call me? Look me up in the yellow book.

 

Just sounded weird is all.

[The Unvirginiser]

Look him up in the pink pages

[TheDemonata]

 

 

Name: longkissgoodnight

Age: 9

Bio: I love having a low self esteem that needs to be brought up whenever a topic about respect or about who's a great writer shows up. I start fights and can't stop. I'm also a homosexual. Thanks for listening. And please, shut up.[/center]

OMFG you little prick.

 

Didn't I just day stop f*cking this thread up.

 

You are a f*cking bitch ass gay homesexual.

 

And mark can you please take that image off.I dont want this topic to die.

[Cubanwhip]

 

 

Name: longkissgoodnight

Age: 9

Bio: I love having a low self esteem that needs to be brought up whenever a topic about respect or about who's a great writer shows up. I start fights and can't stop. I'm also a homosexual. Thanks for listening. And please, shut up.

OMFG you little prick.

 

Didn't I just day stop f*cking this thread up.

 

You are a f*cking bitch ass gay homesexual.

Man, leave him alone. He's telling the truth.

[deathtopalaric8]

Chapter 2: DRESS UP PARTY

 

The plan was underways. 10 unlucky GSF’s randomly chosen by cj were now all dressed up in ballas attire.

 

CJ: how do ya feel guys?

 

JD: I feel like sheeat nigga…

 

CJ: well get used to it. ballas is the definition of sheeeat. Lol.

 

G-Pup: f*ck you dog u aint the one havin to wear this sh*t nigga.

 

CJ: yeah yeah I feel sorry for ya now come here guys.

 

The 10 ballas huddled around cj.

 

CJ: G-Pup I put u in charge since you’re the oldest GSF member of the group. I hope I can trust u with this.

 

CJ hand G-Pup the map.

 

G-Pup: u can count on me my brotha.

 

CJ: Good now off u goes guys remember don’t do anything suspicious. just act casual in ballas territory and get those satchels planeted before 6 PM.

 

The GSFs stood around pitifully.

 

G-Pup: well you heard him niggas we got a job to do.

 

CJ smiled as he watched G-Pup lead the GSFs away. CJ was beginning to feel awkward around G-Pup. he was started to feel slightly attracted to him. As G-pup’s ass swayed back and forth as he walked CJ began to drool a little.

 

Sweet: bro, what ya doing!

 

CJ was startled. Did sweet see him staring at G-Pup?

 

CJ: oh… nothing nigga… nothing.

 

Sweet: good, now lets get ready for tonight.

 

CJ: I couldn’t be any readier bro.

 

As CJ and sweet walked back toward the crowd of GSFs still assembled the group of 10 GSFs disguised as Ballas made there way toward 5 stolen savannas, the ballas gang cars. The 10 GSFs included G-Pup, JD, Rim-Shine, PBJ Masta (the newest member of the gsf), SOW Tesivo, KK da Freak, BlackKnight, Mojo Man, RoFlo, and Michael. They all drove 2 per car and split up to enter balla territory from different directions as not to look suspicious. they all had contect via Hasbro transformers walkie talkies, which is all Sweet could afford. G-Pup, their leader, drove with PBJ masta, cause he was the newest GSF.

 

G-Pup: what a thing for ur first real mission as a GSF. I bet ud never thought ud be planting satchel charges In ballas territory.

 

PBJ Masta: oh, nah nigga nah… I had no clue.

 

G-Pup: Lol well this is only the beginning I heard.

 

PBJ Masta: a good beginning I think.

 

G-Pup: fa sho. does a man good to see a few ballas hurtin.

 

PBJ masta: U KNO!!!!!!!!

 

G-Pup: Lol, you funny nigga. I liked you already!

 

----

 

Meanwhile, back at grove street, sweet and cj were relaxin and eating some Pops cereal in sweet’s crib.

 

Sweet: this sh*t is baaaaaallin dog

 

CJ: yea, I never knew pops was this good.

 

Sweet: hey will u go get me some more man? my foots pretty sore I don’t wanna get up.

 

CJ: whateeva u say, BOSS!

 

Sweet laughed and choked on some of his cereal. CJ picked up the Pops box and shook it upside down.

 

CJ: sh*t’s empty.

 

Sweet: dyaaamn!

 

CJ: wait maybe we got some mo down in the bottom cabinet. lemme check…

 

CJ bent over to look for the cereal and as he did so, he tight jeans pressed against his flat ass. Sweet couldn’t help but stare as his brother’s butt wiggled back and forth as he searched for the cereal.

 

CJ: nah man I cant find any down he…aaaaaah!

 

Sweet’s waist was pressed up against CJ’s butt.

 

CJ: what the f*ck are you doing!!!!!?!?!

 

Something penetrated CJ’s behind and Cj spun around quickly and pulled the spoon out of his rectum. he stared at Sweet like a madman.

 

Sweet: sh*t sorry homie I dropped my spoon and it musta landed in your ass! Lmfao!

 

CJ stared at him then threw the spoon on the floor, and walked out of the room.

 

Sweet: no sense of humor. that nigga got no sense of humor.

 

Sweet shook his head and continued eating his cereal with the spoon that had been up cj’s booty.

 

----

 

G-Pup cruised his Savanna down balla territory passin by ballas and waving the balla sign to them. They turned a corner and got to the first satchel charge spot.

 

G-Pup: ok, nigga. get out and stay wit me. keep ya head low don’t let no ballas see ya.

 

PBJ: got it.

 

G-Pup: coo, our first place to plant a satchel is right over there behind that house in da bushes.

 

PBJ: well den lets do dis sh*t homie.

 

The two guys creeped into the bushes and kneeled down to tha ground. G-Pup whispered into his walkie talkie.

 

G-Pup: Planting the first charge… now.

 

Sweet: Aye, keep it up. Sweet out.

 

G-Pup: there we go, good as…

 

G-Pup froze, he reached for the back of his head and blood smeared on his hand. he fell to the ground, DEAD AS A TOE NAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[t3hgillyknows]

 

Name: longkissgoodnight

Age: 9

Bio: I love having a low self esteem that needs to be brought up whenever a topic about respect or about who's a great writer shows up. I start fights and can't stop. I'm also a homosexual. Thanks for listening. And please, shut up.[/center]

OMFG you little prick.

 

Didn't I just day stop f*cking this thread up.

 

You are a f*cking bitch ass gay homesexual.

 

And mark can you please take that image off.I dont want this topic to die.

Love you too.

[deathtopalaric8]

Chapter 3: BROTHERLY LOVE

 

A balla stood in ballas territory holdin a walkie talkie.

 

Balla: So what happen man

 

Voice: I killed him.

 

Balla: u did?

 

Voice: I did.

 

Balla: nigga, dats da PBJ Masta I know!!!!!

 

PBJ: well dem grove foo’s really feel for dat sh*t nigga dey really thought I was one of dey own niggas, nigga.

 

Balla: das right homie, da busta azz gsf’s will never learn dog.

 

PBJ: ok meet me at da corner of glen park I got dat bustas map of the places they putting the satchels. send all our ballas out to stop dem.

 

Balla: right, boss. im on it, nigga.

 

 

Meanwhile, JD and RoFlo were busy planting their satchels

 

RoFlo: so should we stick it right hea’, nigga?

 

JD: wherever. whatever. lets just get outta here fast as possible

Roflo: nigga, whats yo major malfunction?

 

JD: I don’t know its just that something ain’t feel right.

 

Roflo had his back turned to JD as he planted tha charge.

 

Roflo: whadda ya mean, nigga?

 

JD:…like we’re being watched or something.

 

Roflo: aw come on nigga that’s just ya mind playin wit you. man up!

 

Roflo:OK, now lets go.

 

Roflo turns around and JD was no where to be seen.

 

Roflo: aw nigga, where u go, homie?

 

Balla 2: GSF!!!

 

Roflo: what da…

 

Balla 2: put da mothaf*ckin gun down now!

 

There were 3 ballas standing in the alley. they were all pointing tec9’s at Roflo and one of them was holding JD in his arms with a knife at his neck.

 

Balla 3: Don’t do nothing stupid just drop the gun.

 

The balla shot a bullet to Roflos right to scare him.

 

Roflo: ok, ok nigga. damn…

 

Balla 2: now take ur walkie talkie in ur hand if u don’t wanna die.

 

Roflo: what do u want with me?!

 

Balla 2: Just take you mothaf*ckin walkie talkie in ur hand! Now!

 

Roflo took out his walkie talkie.

 

Balla 2: now ur gonna call your leader sweet and tell him ur done plantin the charges and ur comin back home.

 

Roflo: …why?

 

Balla 3: DOOOOOOO IIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!

 

Roflo: ok, okay.

 

 

Back at Sweet’s house, CJ and Sweet were playing dominoes.

 

Sweet: Man remember when smoke used to play this sh*t with us.

 

CJ: yea, he always used to win. to bad he down in vice city now.

 

Sweet: he a busta anywayz, dog

 

CJ: nah, he a’ight.

 

Sweet’s eyes looked up and down cj’s body, as though he were undressing him with his eyes.

 

Sweet: You ai’ght too, brother.

 

CJ: Huh?

 

Sweet: Come here, baby.

 

CJ: what?

 

Sweet: hold me

 

CJ: huh?... f*ck no!

 

CJ jumped up outta his seat as Sweet came over toward him.

 

CJ: what’s yo major malfunction, nigga?

 

Sweet: I WANT you

 

CJ: f*ck!

 

Sweet: no, I NEED YOU

 

Sweet tackled CJ to the ground and tore off his white tee.

 

CJ: get off me! get off me!

 

Sweet: baby I know u want this just as much as me

 

Sweet unbuckled his belt and tore his pants down to his ankles.

 

CJ: help! help! popo help me!!!!!

 

Sweet: quiet brotha

 

Sweet grabbed CJ’s crotch through his pants and CJ resisted. he kneed sweet in the stomach.

 

Sweet: f*cka, ahhhh.

 

Sweet pulled out a 9mm and held it to CJ’s forehead.

 

Sweet: do that again and I’ll blow yo brains out.

 

Sweet tore CJ’s pants off and grabbed his underwear. Suddenly, CJ pulled a glock 19 from his afro.

 

CJ: do THAT again and I’ll blow your whole head off!

 

Sweet: you piece’a…

 

Roflo: sweet, sweet! come in, sweet!

 

The two brothers were interrupted by the voice from the walkie talkie setting on the table.

 

Sweet: sh*t, not now.

 

Sweet pulled his pants back on and rushed to the walkie talkie.

 

Sweet: sweet here, is everythin ok nigga?

 

Roflo: oh yea yea, everythings ok…

 

Sweet: well what da f*ck u want then

 

Roflo: oh, well, um, ahem. me an JD, we finished plantin da satchels and we commin home now

 

Sweet: already? u didn’t get any resistance did u? no ballas saw u did they?

 

Roflo:……

 

Sweet: u there nigga?

 

Roflo: no ballas saw us. no ballas saw us.

 

Sweet: ok, man. come home then.

 

Roflo:……

 

Sweet: sweet out.

 

CJ: what was that all about

 

Sweet: well they done plantin the charges and they comin home.

 

CJ: coo’

 

Sweet: …speaking of comin…. where were we

 

Sweet pounced onto CJ.

 

 

In balla territory, Roflo and JD were shoved into the savanna together. two ballas squeezed in the back with guns pointed to the GSF’s heads.

 

Balla 3: DRIVE!!!!!!!

 

JD: u know ur plans never gonna work. we got lots of men in ur territory u’ll never find all the satchels.

 

Balla 2: Lmao, ma nigga PBJ and his homies already told us where all the satchels are.

 

RoFlo: that f*ckin traitor!!

 

Balla 2: oh but don’t worry we already took out all ur other guys and now ur gonna do as we say or die.

 

Roflo and JD were grim faced as they drove out onto the road with satchels meant for the ballas now attached to the bottom of their car.

[longkissgoodnight]

Hey t3 - this is problay you - that has no girlfriend and no life... REMOVED

 

 

(Look at it.)

[The Unvirginiser]

This thread was actually a pretty good idea

Can some-one get in touch with Phil and make a V2? I like how we can whore our stories by showing off characters

But for now lets keep the epic posts rolling

 

EDIT: LMFAO!

planetclimax lmao the link dosn't even work

 

(Look at it)

omg this topic is amazing

[deathtopalaric8]

Chapter 4: Explosive Love

 

Dead gsf bodies lay at each satchel charge locations. big splats of blood marked where they once stood and the ballas forced Roflo to drive to each location to pick up the satchels and place them on the bottom of the car.

 

Roflo: WTF we putting the satchels on the car for?

 

Balla 2: O u’ll find out soon enough.

It was now 5 PM in los santos, one hour until detonation. cj and sweet were preparing for 6 PM.

 

Sweet: this is it, the detonator.

 

CJ: nigga, that thing looks awful fancy do u kno how to work it.

 

Sweet: don’t fret, my nigga u just push the big red button and BOOM balla massacre!

 

CJ: that’s genocide

 

Sweet:balla genocide is a beautiful thing dog.

 

CJ: balla? more like Ball-a. LMFAO

 

Sweet: speaking of balls……….

 

New thoughts struck Sweet’s mind for the first time. what did CJ’s balls look like? of course he hadn’t seen them sincethe time cj was drowning in his bath and sweet had to save him. or ween cj almost got sucked down the drain by nessie and Bigfoot. But it had been 6 years now. Did CJ still have a forest of hair down there? Did CJ’s third testicle still have the lump in it? These thoughts caused a tent to form in sweet’s pants and cj was quick to catch on.

 

CJ: um, I think… I mean I gotta go do something. ill be back for the detonation.

 

Sweet: no wait!

 

CJ backed away.

 

CJ: … what?

 

Sweet: I got something for u baby….

 

Sweet tore his jeans and underwear off and they ripped from his ankles.

 

CJ: aaaaaaaaaaah

 

Sweet tackled CJ and they both went flying down CJ’s houses staircase. Sweets penis was stuck in CJs ear so he quick pull it out and jam it at his closed mouth.

 

Sweet: open up, bitch!!!!!!!

 

CJ: mmmmmmmmm

 

CJ struggled and struggled until he freed his arm from sweet’s grip. he quickly grabbed sweet’s balls sack and squeezed it as hard as he could

 

Sweet: oooooooooooooooooooooh

 

CJ kicked Sweet off of him and raced for the front door

 

CJ: Help help!!!!!!!!!! oomph!

 

Sweet had tackled him again and they both went flying onto the couch. sweet’s weiner dog was slapping against CJ’s face.

 

Sweet: let me in. let me in

 

CJ: noooooooo agagagagaughugh

 

Sweet had gotten his shlong in his brothers mouth and he thrust his pelvis twice, thrice

 

CJ: aaaaaaaaaa mmmmmm

 

CJ bit down oh his brother’s taliwhacker and Sweet screamed a scream that sounded thru all of san andreas.

 

Sweet: my penickler!!!!!!

 

Sweet’s weiner dog fell to the floor severed at its base. Sweet quick pulled out his 9 MM and stuck it down CJ’s pants.

 

Sweet: if mine goes, yours goes

 

Sweet shot the gun but it hit nothing. there was nothing in cj’s pants.

 

Sweet: what the…..

 

CJ: oh but don’t u remember that time I told u I was taking a trip to a friend in las venturas well I wasn’t.

 

Sweet: oh my gooooooood

 

CJ: there was no friend at all, but there was a sex changeologist

 

Sweet bolted toward the door. it was jammed so he threw himself threw the front window, and smashed right thru the glass. he stumble to his feet and ran, ran so far awaaaaaaay. couldn’t get away.

 

THE END

 

 

sorry i just had to cuz i had already wrote it before i knew my topic was locked but now i finished my story so u can ban me if u want i did my duty.

[t3hgillyknows]

 

Hey t3 - this is problay you - that has no girlfriend and no life... REMOVED

 

 

(Look at it.)

Lawl, I'm a box.

[mark-2007]

This thread was actually a pretty good idea

Can some-one get in touch with Phil and make a V2? I like how we can whore our stories by showing off characters

But for now lets keep the epic posts rolling

 

EDIT: LMFAO!

planetclimax lmao the link dosn't even work

 

(Look at it)

omg this topic is amazing

Yeah, now it's gonna show up on my history and mommy and daddy will think I'm gay

[deathtopalaric8]

 

ôôô Happy Moth ôôô

 

♫

[The Unvirginiser]

 

Sweet bolted toward the door. it was jammed so he threw himself threw the front window, and smashed right thru the glass. he stumble to his feet and ran, ran so far awaaaaaaay. couldn’t get away.

 

LMAO!

 

[t3hgillyknows]

So I put my dick in your mom's ass. That is all. Also:

 

ROFL: At story and at the fact that this topic is awesome. That is all until I feel I need to retaliate.

 

 

[The Unvirginiser]

I know christen you the greatest topic ever to grace GTAF

[longkissgoodnight]

You have no life t3 and that picture represents you. No girl would ever want you - not even my mom.

[TheDemonata]

This thread was actually a pretty good idea

Can some-one get in touch with Phil and make a V2? I like how we can whore our stories by showing off characters

 

I will be sure to make a V2 with rules.

 

 

 

t3hgillyknows

 

When he was little he saw his mom commit suicide off of the top of his swingset.

His nickname Ching-Wong.

 

I know it's super random lol.

 

gvie credit to me for making this thread.

[The Unvirginiser]

You have no life t3 and that picture represents you. No girl would ever want you - not even my mom.

You've just flamed yourself with that remark mate

[t3hgillyknows]

Nah, Demonata. Give credit to me and death. Without us, it would be another topic in the fail boat. Also, nice self-portrait, for lack of a better comeback.

 

Also: COCKS

 

 

BAWCAWK

 

Lol, So this is what it feels like to be an annoying asshole and troll. Feels like nothing at all.

 

Nothing at all.

 

NOTHING AT ALL

Edited April 20, 2008 by t3hgillyknows

[The Unvirginiser]

I'm gonna throw this bag in there as it was lost in the plague of spam lol

 

 

 

Name: David

Age: 36

Bio: Father was murdered by a group of black men, Mother was raped by a group of Muslims.

David has extreme racial hatred for everybody other than white-americans.

He is a convict on the run from the law and is wanted, this prevents him from getting healthcare for his terminally ill wife.

David has cancer and not long to live himself.

God and the devil both tempt him, appearing in human forms he does not know who to trust.

The devil offers money and hapiness for the last few months he spends with his wife... but he has to murder hundreds of the people he hates.

God offers him a cure for his wife and a promise to take care of her... but David has to save the lives of the people he hates.

 

What will David do?

 

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Name: Mr. Cross

Age: 25

Height: 5"10

Weight: 180 lbs

Bio: Mr Cross is a man on the edge. All his life he has been haunted by aliens or ghosts or demons, he is not sure what they are. He blames them for the death of his wife, family and Sister's boyfriend.

All his life he claims the creatures have visited him in the night and dissapeared before family members could answer his screams.

Mr. Cross does not know why they haunt him or frame him for these murders or what they want from him.

 

 

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