Re: Berserk 315 - Tentacle Ship
Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 7:21 am
Am I the only one who thinks Caska is in a very dangerous situation right now?
I mean, being the way she is, she could find herself in a very...uhm..."compromising" situation with all those tentacled creatures running around...
Also:
You didn't like Adon? I loved that guy! I mean, I loved him in retrospective. His death made him funny.
I- Ah, fuck it.
I've been trying to come up with an excuse for using this:
http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/
But I just couldn't.
Mmm....we could make a contest out of it.
I'll be the first one:
When Wyald died, I was devastated. His laughter, his quirks, his rampant psicosis...I missed all of him.
I decided to be him, to become him, to be his apostle in the physical world. I bought a gorilla suit, ate some mushrooms, pillaged, murdered, plundered and raped all across England, and bought a potato salad sandwich.
There was something strange about that sandwich, though. It felt...off. It had a bitter after-taste that shouldn't have been there.
I tried to throw it away, to get rid of that strange taste, but I could not. Drinking a whole can of Mountain Dew only increased its intensity, and spontaneously gave me cavities. Slowly, carefully, I separated the slices of bread to reveal the contents within.
Alas, it was my mortal enemy, the pickle.
I stared at it for quite some time, trying to make out what was so horrible about it, what made it so evil, so powerful, so strong.
Noticing there was a bite sized hole in the pickle, I realized it had finally happened, what I had always feared: the flying beavers were coming.
"Ponies!" I screamed at the top of my lungs "Today, we ride into hell!"
I chased after the rabbit, and found out it was a hare.
Then I died of an overdose.
At some point, I screamed:
http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/
I mean, being the way she is, she could find herself in a very...uhm..."compromising" situation with all those tentacled creatures running around...
Also:
You didn't like Adon? I loved that guy! I mean, I loved him in retrospective. His death made him funny.
I- Ah, fuck it.
I've been trying to come up with an excuse for using this:
http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/
But I just couldn't.
Mmm....we could make a contest out of it.
I'll be the first one:
When Wyald died, I was devastated. His laughter, his quirks, his rampant psicosis...I missed all of him.
I decided to be him, to become him, to be his apostle in the physical world. I bought a gorilla suit, ate some mushrooms, pillaged, murdered, plundered and raped all across England, and bought a potato salad sandwich.
There was something strange about that sandwich, though. It felt...off. It had a bitter after-taste that shouldn't have been there.
I tried to throw it away, to get rid of that strange taste, but I could not. Drinking a whole can of Mountain Dew only increased its intensity, and spontaneously gave me cavities. Slowly, carefully, I separated the slices of bread to reveal the contents within.
Alas, it was my mortal enemy, the pickle.
I stared at it for quite some time, trying to make out what was so horrible about it, what made it so evil, so powerful, so strong.
Noticing there was a bite sized hole in the pickle, I realized it had finally happened, what I had always feared: the flying beavers were coming.
"Ponies!" I screamed at the top of my lungs "Today, we ride into hell!"
I chased after the rabbit, and found out it was a hare.
Then I died of an overdose.
At some point, I screamed:
http://www.nooooooooooooooo.com/