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[Uzumaki]

You read the title.

I got this badass piece of art, which reminds me of something by Phil Foglio. Although I'm not blond, whoever drew this captured my parents with an eerie accuracy. I also dig that they did not make the common mistake of assuming my name is a reference to Naruto.

 

[Watcher]

Now I have an image to link to whenever someone asks who "Dr. Zorak" is

 

[Pikonic]

A MST3K poster with OPL and a little Pikonic peering its head out!

 

[A-Stump]

Wow! Wish I had gotten in on this.

 

[CatParty]

I got an awesome cwc story!

Spoiler

Christian Weston Chandler let out a loud stress sign as he sat down and placed a large lego set on the table in front of him. He was in the local McDonalds, as he usually was on afternoons when his mother, Barbara would let him out of the house. Like most days, Christian was deeply STRESSED due to the dang dirty trolls on the CWCki and it's forum. Grumbling to himself, Christian took out his phone and decided to check the forums to see what slanderous lies they were saying about him this time.

You know, I really want Chris to better himself.

On yeah, me too. I would love to see him get better.

I don't hate Chris.

Christian rolled down at the screen. Those got dang trolls were mocking him! Christian let out a scream of fury. The other patrons in the store leapt in their seats and stared at the strange, dishevelled man who was shouting to the heavens. 

At that point, a curious thing happened. Christian's tard raging was so overwhelmingly powerful that his high pitched screams ripped a hole in the fabric of space and time. Christian and the others all stopped and stared at the hole, which was pitch black, allowing nothing to be seen.

Everyone leapt back when a yellow, furry arm suddenly thrust itself into the room from the other side of the hole. Following the arm was a shoulder, then a head, then a spiny torso and then a set of legs. The alien stood in front of the crowd and struck an exaggerated pose. It looked quite ridiculous and overblown, yet Christian stood in awe of the strange creature. Trembling, he slowly, cautiously stepped forward, his eyes swimming as he took in the sight.

"S-Sonichu?" Chris asked, his voice quavering.

Sonichu broke out into a wide grin as he addressed his creator "Yes, father, it is I: Sonichu, your darling son!"

Christian let out a squeal of joy, before he leapt into Sonichu's open arms. 

"With your help, Sonichu, I can get my revenge on those dang dirty trolls who have made my life a mockery and living hell! And we can start with that got dang CWCki! They have been slandering and mislabelling my good name for too long!" Chris snarled, curling his hand into a claw.

"Of course, father! I shall zap those homo trolls to the extreme!" Sonichu gleefully said, before bursting into maniacal laughter, and he fired bolts of electricity randomly into the diner.

Chris smiled proudly, clapping his hand on Sonichu's back. He promptly yelped and withdrew it when he realised that he had practically impaled it on one of Sonichu's spines.

"Sorry, father," Sonichu muttered sheepishly.

"Dat's ok Sonichu, you can redeem yourself by killing da trolls!" Chris said, curling his hand into a gist...and promptly whimpering when he realise that it was the injured one.

The two rushed out of the McDonalds, shoving an old man out of the way as they did so. 

"Quick, father, to Son-Chu!" Sonichu exclaimed dramatically, striking a pose.

Chris shifted uncomfortably  "Oh, um, I got rid of Son-Chu. I have a Cadillac now."

Sonichu let out a loud, over the top gasp " You...you murdered Son-Chu, father?"

Chris quickly put his hands up in a defensive gesture "He-he was gettin' old an' unreliable! I-I had no choice!"

Sonichu looked hurt "If you could kill Son-Chu, then whose to say that you won't turn on me next, father?"

Now it was Chris' turn to be hurt "Sonichu, how could you say that? You're my son! Don't you turn on me too, like all of them fake sweethearts and my high school gal-pals who my father paid to be my friends! Do as I say!"

"But how can I, father? You might kill me as well! I-I just can't trust you!" Now Sonichu was sobbing, the years flowing freely down his face. 

"Wha? No, Sonichu, I-" 

"And if I can't trust you, then that makes you a troll, father." Sonichu frowned at Chris.

Now Chris was outraged "Now hold on a got-dang minute here, Sonichu! I am not a troll! I am your father and your creator and I demand respect!" Chris stamped his foot petulantly for emphasis.

"It's too late, father. You betrayed Son-Chu. I can't wait around and let you betray me too. Chaotic Combo!" Sonichu let out a shout, electricity sparking from his body.

All of a sudden, a rainbow appeared from the sky and hit the ground in front of Sonichu. Chris was momentarily blinded by the rainbow and quickly covered his eyes. When he removed his hands, he let out a gasp. The Chaotic Combo was standing before him, looking outraged.

"It's true, father? You scrapped Son-Chu?" Punchy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Indeed it is. I read his mind...man, there are some seriously fucked up thoughts in there!" Magi-Chan said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"We should smite him! GodBear commands it!" Angelica hissed and brought out an oversized cross, ready to beat Chris with it.

"Snargen Flargen!" Wild shouted in agreement as he flailed his limbs spastically.

Chris let out a high-pitched squeal and waddled off as fast as his legs could carry him"Trolls! Y'all are just a bunch of traitorous trolls!" Chris screamed as he ran away, lipping them off as he did so.

"Stop delaying the inevitable, father! Just stop running and let us destroy you!" Sonichu called out as he ran after Chris.

Chris continued to run down the street. However, his severe lack of exercise and poor diet soon caught up with him and Chris soon found himself collapsed on the sidewalk, struggling to breath.

"Give it up, father, you can't escape us!" Magi-Chan said as he stood over Chris.

Chris glowered at the electric hedgehog Pokemon "You traitorous trolls betrayed me! Imma give you one chance to beg for forgiveness, or else I'll break you dead!" 

The Chaotic Combo laughed uproariously  at the threat "Oh, father, we will not beg, not to you. What could a weak old fool like you do to us anyway?" Punchy asked, sneering.

Chris grit his,teeth, closed his eyes and curled his hands into claws "Curse-ye-ha-me..."

The Chaotic Combo let out a collective gasp as Chris began his most powerful attack.

"Wait, father, we-!" Sonichu began, too late.

"HAAAA!!" Chris screamed as loud as he could and thirst his hands out towards his treacherous spawn.

The Chaotic Combo flinched. Bubbles even squealed in fright. After a moment, however, Sonichu cautiously opened his eyes.

"Did...did anything happen?" Sonichu asked, looking around in confusion.

"Un, I don't think so. I mean, I feel fine." Magi-Chan ran his hands over his bod, searching for any wounds.

"Walter Grisby threw a frisbee?" Wild added.

A confused Chris looked down at his hands. Why hadn't his curse worked?

Apparently over his initial fear, Sonichu sneered down at Chris "Well, father, it seems that your curses are about as impotent as your pickle! Prepare to d-!"

Sonichu was promptly cut off when a speeding minivan posed into him and the rest of the Chaotic Combo, killing them all instantly.

"Wha-? Wha-?" Chris stammered in shock, his eyes blinking rapidly.

After a moment, Chris picked himself up, examined the bloody remains of the Chaotic Combo, let out a loud stress-sigh and walked of.

"Clyde? Clyde, did we hit something?"

"Eh, I think it was just a pack of electric hedgehog Pokemon, Panda. Nothing to get worked up about."

 

[The Hunter]

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[spaps]

KICK DAT DEMOBOX

 

[LM 697]

The Chaos Theory Combo vs. Fatman
for Compy Rex, Christmas, 2013

The island had been a park, once. It was still crossed with trampled fences and a Jeep track here and there, and of course one end held the buildings that Bearded Man had thought would make him rich. Bearded Man had been a king here, in his way. He had cloned and created, and in a way all of this unnatural nature surrounding him was his offspring. And he had brought others, more of the slow-moving and tasty apes. Juveniles, even! The ancestors of the Chaos Theory Combo had enjoyed an excellent hunt for the little ones before falling to a Tyrannosaurus, right in the building that smugly displayed dinosaur skeletons – a symbol, nowadays, of failed human dominion over the Scale People.

Nature does as it must. There had been inadvertent releases – one man, escaping the Great Storm, had tried to take some of the island’s young for his own, but been killed in the attempt. And there are species in some parts of the animal kingdom that, in the absence of males, are capable of parthenogenesis – reproduction by a female alone. Suddenly heavy with a clutch of eggs, one female would seek shelter and bear them. And eventually, the Leather Jacket Man had to be right about his god, Chaos: that is, some of the hatchlings, even a tiny minority, would have the genetic mutation for maleness.

Son-of-Chew, a raptor whose feathers turned brilliant yellow every spring, was one of these mutant males. Although he was capable of excellent speed, privately his pack leader, Magic-Hands, found him unreliable – continually obsessed with a vision he claimed to have had while sleeping, of a female with pink plumage. None other would do for his purposes. It was too bad, Magic-Hands thought. He could have had such potential otherwise, but if he kept on refusing to breed because of this vision, he would end up as food for hatchlings. A sacrifice to Chaos, if you will.

The most pious devotee of Chaos, a leukistic – nearly albino, almost entirely white – raptor who had taken to calling herself Angel-of-Chaos, sat preening her feathers in the fork of a tree. The pack was hungry, and soon it would be mating season for the raptors. The sign language they had evolved from simple gestures would be forgotten as Angel-of-Chaos shrieked and mated with nearly any male within reach. Magic-Hands himself could count on having some genes passed down; he doubted Son-of-Chew would present a problem, but Kicker – a red beast who’d lost the tip of his tail to a Dilophosaurus soon after birth – and Wild, the green raptor so densely feathered he resembled a small bush, might both compete to impregnate Angel. So be it; there was always Blubber, a blue female who had mastered the art of anchoring herself in seaweed offshore and taking down dolphins, or with help even orcas. Blubber wasn’t very smart otherwise, but like Angel, she was a reliable breeder at that time of year.

And unknown to any of the Chaos Theory pack (even Magic-Hands, who usually had a knack for predicting other creatures’ behavior), the helicopter bearing an ape called Christopher Whitney, self-styled “Fatman,” on his way to lifesaving medical treatment, was about to experience catastrophic failure.

Angel saw it first. “Look at the fake pterosaur,” she signed. “It’s sick.”

Indeed, the machine dipped lower. One of the turny-things, the one on the tail, had quit spinning.

“It’s going down,” Wild said, making the gesture for “down” very dramatic.

“It’s going down in the grazing pastures,” Magic said a bit grimly. Sometimes when these things fell they had food-apes inside, but was it worth risking being trampled by an insane mixture of herbivores to get the contents?

Sure enough, the thing pitched forward, unable to bear any longer the weight of Christopher Whitney. No apes came to this island on purpose anymore, so none of them would come in search of the mysterious black box that would explain just what part failed first. It was immaterial: the fake pterosaur, as Angel called it, had crashed, and now the pack would need a diversion to keep the horned ones and the others at bay. Magic-Hands had learned that herbivores could indeed be diverted, if you had the foresight to slash open one of the trees with the pungent sap they found so unaccountably delicious.

Magic nudged Son-of-Chew, whom he had used for just this tactic in the past. “You, go to the sap trees,” he signed. “You know the ones that have sticky green blood. Ones the horn-faces can’t open by themselves. You are the fastest runner.”

The yellow raptor blinked. “The sap trees, open them,” he agreed. “Make the plant eaters go away from the machine.”

“Good.” Magic was pleased with the smaller raptor for once. “Go, Son-of-Chew. Go out and sap to the extreme.”

“I will. Thank you, Pack Leader.” Son-of-Chew’s yellow tail was gone in the distance almost before he had finished his communication. Thank Chaos his one gift, speed, would now be useful.

Miles outside the “city,” as the raptors called the cluster of buildings, Christopher “Fatman” Whitney lay on his back, wheezing. Already, though he couldn’t see them, the tinier predators came sniffing the smoke of the engine; a hen-sized Archaeopteryx sat above him in a tree. Only the immense fat layers surrounding Fatman in all directions had saved him from the impact. He wanted to sit up, but would have to plan the action carefully. Every movement was a strain on the massive man’s muscles, joints, and heart.

The Archaeopteryx spread its wings and glided to a lower branch. Spotting the movement, Fatman panicked. “Shit, it’s an eagle!” he yelled. “Can anyone hear me? Help!” The proto-bird in fact looked nothing like an eagle, but sadly Fatman’s glasses had not survived the crash.

He did, however, have the strength to sit up and start feeling around inside the mangled helicopter. The pilot, a friendly-enough man called “Wash,” was now neatly speared through the chest by a tree trunk; he would fly no more. Fatman spared him a bit of sorrow, and wished he could make some sense of the man’s last words. “I am a leaf on the wind,” Wash had bragged. “Watch how I” – and then the crash happened. Watch how you what? Fatman thought. Dammit, I’m hungry.

There was no food to be found in the medical equipment. Fatman, again, had the grace to be sorry for the medical personnel who had given their lives in the effort to get him to the bariatric hospital. As much as Fatman had claimed over the Internet that he wanted to eat himself to death, he now felt survival instinct in a way he hadn’t in years. And the nurses had been so kind and nonjudgmental.

Something made a mighty crash in the distance. “Oh, what the fuck now?” Fatman moaned. Squinting, he could make out a cluster of trees some ways away that had apparently fallen over or something. Maybe they’d clipped them in the crash. Fuck’em, though. Fatman was both hungry and all but naked, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and an extra-large beach towel wrapped around his immense torso. At least he wasn’t sitting in dirty, crapped briefs – there had been extremely uncomfortable precautions before he’d been loaded on board that he didn’t care to think about now.

Finally, Fatman’s h.ands closed on two items that might be useful, or so he hoped anyway: a flare gun, and a real gun. He didn’t know a whole lot about either, but had seen enough TV that he was pretty sure he could work it out. In fact, now might be a great time for a rescue flare. Fatman, though he had little muscle left, managed to point the flare gun at the sky and squeeze the trigger hard enough to shoot the thing high into the air. It made a satisfyingly bright explosion. Fatman draped the holster of the real gun over his elbow like a purse. Next he would figure out how to stand up.

Deep in the forest, Angel-of-Chaos yelped in joy. “Look, look, look,” she signed, and then launched herself out of her tree in an effort to fly toward the new explosion. It didn’t work, as raptors were too heavy for that, but it was a brave try. “See that? Those shiny things in the air always mean apes for dinner.”

“I saw the trees fall,” added Wild. “That means the Tiny Heads and the Horn Faces will go that way, not our way. We should go now.”

Magic-Hands saw no reason why not. “Good, Wild. We will go. Is Blubber here?”

“Ready,” signed the blue female, who had come from behind her leader. “Kicker is ready. Will we go?”

“Yes, let’s have a game,” said Magic-Hands, who sometimes felt he was herding hatchlings. “Can we get to the ape can first? Or can Son-of-Chew?”

“We can, Leader,” said the ebullient Blubber. “Let’s go!”

The sight of a raptor pack traveling at speed is always daunting, and smaller creatures veered out of their way as they sprinted in tight formation. The diversionary tactic had worked: the long, long necks of the Tiny Heads lowered to get at the broken trees, and the giant creatures would ignore the raptors as they sped across the pasture. One thing bothered Magic-Hands. The pack was often shadowed by a solitary male whose feathers were glossy black, and he wondered if the lone raptor would try to beat them to the kill.

Ahead of them, Son-of-Chew, his huge slashing footclaws now thoroughly sticky with tree sap, felt himself slowed but pressed onward toward the crash site. He was a hungry man-raptor, he thought, and he was going to have some dinner, even if he had to eat it by himself. The smell of burned flesh, motor oil, and something unidentifiable tugged at his senses, and sticky though he might now be, he kept his bearings and continued his merciless stride. Magic-Hands would come soon and use his unusually dexterous claws to rip the ape-can open if it wasn’t already, praise Chaos.

There was, however, a problem for everybody just now.

Fatman was on his feet. He had grown unused to the sensation of walking, but something deep in his brain remembered, and he had even scavenged a roll of duct tape to bind his feet in so that the vegetation and rocks wouldn’t cut them. With his towel, holster, and flare gun, he took a few uncertain, staggering steps. Okay, this was hope, right? There were lots of planes in and out of the medical center all the time – not that he knew how far the helicopter had been from its actual destination, but he figured he couldn’t be the only obese man in need of urgent treatment, merely the biggest. “Augh, yeah, folks,” Fatman said to cheer himself up. Then he jumped: a Compsognathus, no bigger than a rat terrier but very toothy, was right where he had been about to step.

“Boo, you fucking weird dog,” said Fatman uncertainly.

Strangely, the fucking weird dog turned and fled. What was not yet apparent was that the Compsognathus had fled, not from Fatman (although had he fallen on the miniature dinosaur, he would certainly have killed it), but from something behind him.

Son-of-Chew saw the problem far, far before Fatman could. He had sneaked up on the crash site, and, honestly not much good without someone telling him what to do all the time, was now hiding from Fatman’s notice. He had simply never seen an ape like this before. It was enormous – not in height but in sheer bulk – and like any good ape, was devoid of scales. It didn’t even seem to have much of a wrapper. But worse, behind the ape was the shadow-raptor, the black one that always followed their pack. It took another silent step toward the fat ape, then caught Son-of-Chew’s gaze and grinned.

This was too much. Son-of-Chew leaped into the clearing; he shrieked and roared at the invader. “You go away,” he signed. “You are no one, you have no pack leader. My pack is coming. I tell you now, go.”

“Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Mommy,” said Fatman, and fell over. Of course he had no way of knowing that the two… really tall wolves?... were arguing over his future corpse. The noises were bad enough.

“Your place belongs to me,” signed the black raptor. “I know who you are, and I will take your place. I will mount all the females and leave you with none.”

“Who are you?” retorted Son-of-Chew, instinctively flashing his still-sticky claws back and forth.

“I am your clone, your other-you. We were made by the Old Apes from the same egg laid by Chew, your mother. The scientists made me black because yellow is a stupid color. Everyone can see you far away. You can call me Black Son of Chew.”

Fatman occupied himself with trying to slide away from the monsters, but kept getting folds of skin trapped under his own body. Son-of-Chew had forgotten the prey anyway. With a roar, he leapt straight for the throat of his black doppelganger. The two locked in combat right next to the struggling ape.

“What is this?” Magic-Hands pulled up short. The rest of the Chaos Theory Combo spread out behind him.

“I belong to your pack, not the yellow one,” said Black Son of Chew, busily stepping on the other’s face. “I am Black Son of Chew. I have his speed. I have every strength he has. I am smarter and can open doors, not just run fast. And this ape is for me.”
Fatman, finally spurred to take care of himself, begged to differ. By rolling over with a mighty wheeze, he managed to free the real gun he’d been lying on. The discharged flare gun was now trapped under his other side, but it hardly mattered: he had a 9mm Sig Sauer, clearly somebody’s baby, well-oiled and ready for action. Or, as he perceived it, a real gun that would work.

Black Son of Chew knew what the object was, and leapt back. Son-of-Chew sprang up, thinking he had regained the advantage, and jumped toward the ape. His great misfortune, however, had been correctly identified by the shadow raptor: he was bright yellow, and now, with his feathers flared out, he was all that Fatman could see. The gun tore into him, and with a small sigh of mild regret, Magic-Hands counted the bangs: one, two, three, four, five, six… click, click, nothing.

The black raptor, finding discretion the better part of valor where a gun was concerned, melted back into the forest behind the clearing. He had no message, only a victory. Son of Chew was dead, dead, dead, with huge holes ripped through his torso by the powerful gun, and shiny shell casings glittered around him like pennies thrown at his corpse.

“Will we eat him too?” Kicking Raptor gestured.

“Are we the ones who eat our own?” said Angel-of-Chaos, fluttering uncertainly.

“I am the danger. I am the one who eats,” Magic-Hands said, in an almost ritualistic fashion. “We will eat him too, and gain his memories and speed for our offspring. But we will also not waste the gift that Chaos dropped for us. We have little time before the small-heads and the Horned Faces come back. It is time to eat.”

It would have been tragically appropriate if Fatman could have seen and interpreted the sign language of the purple raptor, or if the dinosaurs had had speech – then the words “time to eat” would have flashed through his head momentarily like a perfect epitaph. But he was actually thinking “Oh, shit” at the time Kicker’s claw opened his enormous gut. Wild jumped on Fatman’s shoulders and began tearing with his teeth at the ape’s pendulous breasts. Magic had taken Fatman for a pregnant female, in fact, and hoped to find young inside; still, even without that, Christopher Paul Whitney was a fine meal. They would need the fat surrounding him, as Blubber had taught them, for extra energy during the mating season. And each took a lick at the undersized brain tissue loosed from Son-of-Chew’s skull.

The group retreated to their own ground. There were more apes, some of them singed well enough to keep for a few days should the Chaotic Theory Combo require a second run for protein. Magic-Hands dismissed for now the problem of Black Son of Chew; if he would obey orders, certainly he could be put to good use in the future. But he, Kicker, and Wild now had Angel and Blubber all to themselves for the oncoming mating season. As the sun sank behind the mountains, Magic-Hands contentedly licked the blood from his feathers. It certainly looked like his pack would have a sunny and rosy future.

 

[Some JERK]

Yessssssss.

Awesome beyond my expectations!

Now everyone will know how i lived.

I love it.

 

[Dark Mirror Hole]

The Great Old One takes time off driving seamen mad to celebrate Christmas with mortal creatures.

 

[champthom]

I have no idea who did this, I'd love to thank them personally. In any case, see, that's me with a Cyberman body and a d20 since I like RPGs. I love this so much, when I saw it I let out a big "AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

 

[Watcher]

I have no idea who did this, I'd love to thank them personally. In any case, see, that's me with a Cyberman body and a d20 since I like RPGs. I love this so much, when I saw it I let out a big "AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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[Surtur]

http://i.imgur.com/P3XvQ9L.jpg

I have no idea who did this, I'd love to thank them personally. In any case, see, that's me with a Cyberman body and a d20 since I like RPGs. I love this so much, when I saw it I let out a big "AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

This is fucking beautiful.

 

[Saney]

I got a Creepypasta, which is good, since I really like Creepypastas.

Spoiler

So I was cruising around ThePirateBay the other day when I decided I was going to download all of the episodes of Elmo's world, because who the fuck in their right mind would pay money for that shit.
See, I was going to replace random words Elmo said with me saying "fuck" really loudly, and others with me saying "kill" really loudly, so instead of Elmo saying "Mr. Noodle", he'd say "Mr. FUCKdle". And instead of him saying "Let's ask a baby" he'd say "Let's KILL a baby" because I was really bored and it was probably going to be funny.
Well I found a torrent with all of the episodes, and noticed in the description it said there was a bonus episode, called "Anger" that wasn't ever broadcasted accept for the one time they broadcasted it. I wondered why'd the call an episode "Anger" because at the end Elmo sings this song that's just one word repeated to the tune of Jingle Bells, usually the title is used as the lyrics, and you couldn't really use that word. It doesn't fit the beat. I also remembered my original idea and decided I would also replace a song at the end with "FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK, FUCK FUCK KILL FUCK FUCK." But I'm getting off track, back to what I was saying.
Anyway I decided the first thing I was going to do was watch Anger, which was strangely titled s666.66ep013. So when I started it up the introduction was normal at first, but then I noticed that the train was going slower and was running over people. Also, in the background instead of the weird jazz song they usually play which leads into Elmo saying "That's... Elmo's woooorld" it was Hell Awaits by Slayer. This episode was awesome. Then instead of Elmo saying "That's... Elmo's woooorld," he said, "That's... Elmo's unmentionable parts." This started to get really creepy because that's not what he usually says. He also said it really loud. Like, super duper loud.
So anyway, I watched it and nothing happened for a while. Then Elmo popped up. Everything was fine and all except he had a 666 engraved onto his forehead and a swastika painted on his chest in red. I know his chest is also red but trust me there was a swastika there.
Anyway, he said "Hello Boys and Girls!", but it wasn't the original voice, it was all lower pitched and stuff.
Anyway, he said that he was angry, by the way, his voice was back to normal, he said he was really angry, not just angry, REALLY angry, and he was mad because Mr. Noodle was making fun of his name. I thought that was kind of funny because Mr. Noodle was a really retarded name, way more retarded then Elmo, and Elmo went over and said "Let's go see Mr. Noodle!"
So Mr. Noodle comes out, but Elmo says that it's his brother, Mr. Noodle. Elmo asks him where the real Mr. Noodle is, and Mr. Noodle shrugs and two more Mr. Noodles come out. Elmo pulls out a nickel plated glock 17 with laser sight and extended magazine and says he wants the real Mr. Noodle to come out. So Mr. Noodle comes out and Elmo points the gun at him and fires like twenty times and sprays blood everywhere in the room. Mr. Noodle's eyeball pops out and he instantly becomes disemboweled as he falls to the ground and his eyes become hyper-realistic, even though he was already live-action. The other Mr. Noodles start running around and screaming and I notice Elmo doesn't have any blood on him, which was really kind of scary, then I remembered that he was red so you really couldn't see blood on him, so scratch that. So the other Mr. Noodles try to run away but Elmo reloads his gun and shoots them. They all explode into a million pieces and then their eyeballs pop out and they get disemboweled like ten times in a row. It was really grody. I thought that this episode was really fucking cool too. Then it became staticky and Elmo turned and looked at me, except he was staring down at my crotch. His eyes became hyper-realistic and they started to bleed which is hard to tell because he's all red and shit and his swastika started to glow a deep blood red, which was also kind of hard to see but I could see the outline of it so fuck you, I'm watching the episode, you're not asshole. Anyway he says something but the audio blocks out and the episode ends.
I close my media player and get ready to upload it to YouTube because that shit was totally \M/ETAL, but all of my desktop icons rearrange into a swastika. At first I'm all, "fuck it" and just started to look for the Mozilla Firefox icon and then they rearrange into a highly detailed pentagram which is weird because I only have like, twenty icons. So I try to turn off my computer because it starts glowing red and whispering to me, but the power button doesn't work, so instead I just unplug it and it turns off and plug it back in. All my stuff is back to normal again, except my background picture is replaced with a Bullet For My Valentine album cover. I'm all like, "Bullet For My Valentine blows goats." and I play an MP3 of Angel Of Death by Slayer and all of the members of Bullet For My Valentine on my desktop background get all scared and Kerry King appears on the background and strangles them with his beard. It was fucking awesome.
Anyway, I decided to do research on that lost episode and I found out that they only broadcasted it once, and when they did a trillion babies commited suicide, I thought that was weird because there aren't even a trillion people in the world and babies can't really knowingly kill themselves but then the article talking about it said "Fuck you, I'm telling the story, not you, asshole." I'm like. "Okay."
Anyway, I decided to hack into the video, because I'm a pro like that and I found a hidden audio file called helpmeimsatan.wav. So I opened it and my computer glowed red again but then stopped. Anyway, Satan was all like, "Thank you for finding this file and finally removing The Red Elmo from my home, which is hell of course." I wonder out loud why they'd call him The Red Elmo because the normal Elmo is already red but Satan says, "Fuck you, I'm telling the story, not you, asshole, anyway, I created The Red Elmo to come to earth, but unfortunately he wouldn't listen to me because he's THE RED FUCKING ELMO! I was able to imprison him in this lost episode but he still stayed in hell, and since you can't really kill anything in hell, this is a problem."
I said; "Bullshit, you could kill shit in hell in Doom." and he said, "Well I'm Satan, so I can't really play Doom, now shut up and let me finish talking. Anyway, the only way to kill him is if you are a human, and the only thing that weakens him is Slayer, but music such as Bullet For My Valentine, Green Day and Slipknot give him strength. So kill him."
The audio stopped and then my computer glowed red and then stopped again and the audio started up again and Satan was all, "Nah, just kidding, I'm not that much of a dick."
So I wonder where The Red Elmo is and I turn around and he's RIGHT FUCKING THERE so I punch him in the nose and he falls down. He tries to get back up but then I throw a life sized marble bust of Jeff Hanneman at him and he falls down again. He screams and runs away, saying "Slayer sucks!"
So I'm all like, "Oh, this bitch is toast." And I grab my M14 and a few extra magazines and fix a bayonette at the end, just like they did back in the Nam. Then I pick up the phone and call the Black Guy Who Voices Elmo, and he's all "Yo, whatup?" and I say, "Hey, there's this demon called The Red Elmo and he's loose and we have to kill him and stuff." He says, "I be right ovah there Honky, you just wait, let me load my chrome Desert Eagle and call The Black Guy From Reading Rainbow and we'll pop a cap in his ass." I say "Cool" and he hangs up.
So we meet in the forest that's about 300 miles outside of town, because we wanted this fight to be as atmospheric as a motherfucker, I even brought a steam machine and everything. It was so cash.
So The Black Guy From Reading Rainbow raises his golden AK-47 up and says, "Where is this bitch?" and The Red Elmo pops out from behind a tree about twenty feet away holding a Barret .50 caliber sniper rifle and says "Right here, monkey!" and shoots him. It blows him in half and both The Black Guy Who Voices Elmo and I shout, "OH NO YOU DIDN'T! YOU DEAD NOW BITCH!" and I turn on my boom box and start playing Aggressive Perfector by Slayer and Elmo starts to have a seizure. I shoot him like ten times in the face and blow one of his eyes out and he rushes at The Black Guy Who Voices Elmo and roundhouse kicks him ten miles away. He uses his psychic powers to raise me in the air and I start to freak out. Then a chrome Desert Eagle flies through the air and The Black Guy From Reading Rainbow reattaches his legs and grabs it and puts all seven rounds in The Red Elmo's chest. I fall to the ground and say "You're still alive Black Guy From Reading Rainbow!" and he says, "Of course I am, I'm The Black Guy From Reading Rainbow." We give eachother high fives.
So The Red Elmo sits there on the ground and he says, "You'll all pay, Satan will kill you for this!" And I say, "Satan was the guy who told us to kill you, dumbshit." He starts freaking out and then he explodes, sending bloody fur all over me and The Black Guy From Reading Rainbow and The Black Guy Who Voices Elmo because he teleported back here.
I grabbed my steam machine and my boombox and we walked back to town to eat ribeye steak and get laid by some fine ass ladies.
It was awesome. Slayer should write a a song about it.
Did I mention that The Red Elmo decided to put his sorry ass back together and tried to kill us and our fine ass women? Well, that's another story entirely...

 

[Something Vague]

A fanfic about the one and only JustinRPG

JustinRPG vs. Cthulhu
PROTIP: I don’t know much about JustinRPG, or the Cthulhu mythos, so I’m probably going to screw up some details.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." Could be faintly heard from a small building in the heart of Talcahuano, Chile. Most people simply passed by the building without paying much attention to the strange chanting, except for one bystander. Alesander, a man in his earlier fourties, became curious about the chants, and entered the building. There didn’t seem to be anything inside, but he still heard the chanting. Alesander noticed a staircase leading to the basement, and went down it. As he walked down the stairs, the chants became louder and louder. When he got downstairs, he saw a bunch of people in red cloaks, all standing in a circle.
“¿Qué crees que estás haciendo? [What do you think you’re doing?]” he yelled. Then men didn’t notice him, and continued to chant, louder, and louder, until they were shouting. Suddenly, the floor shook. Alesander fell down, but the cloaked men seemed unfazed. Alesander quickly got back up on his feet and ran upstairs. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing when he exited the building. The sky had gone black. The earth was still shaking. People were running in a panic.
While all this chaos was enduring, just a few miles off the coast of Chile, a giant being had emerged from of the water. It was Cthulhu, finally awakened from his slumber. The beast let out a mighty roar, and began to walk in the direction of Argentina.
Meanwhile, in Michigan, JustinRPG was giving his wife Reshiram the business.
“Oh, oh, oh, RESHIRAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYM!” JustinRPG cried out. Reshiram roared in pleasure. “How about we take things up a notch?” JustinRPG asked. Reshiram made an unintelligible cry, which Justin assumed meant ‘yes.’ Reshiram started to take a shit, but before she could finish (and before I could go into detail), the T.V. turned to the news. “Aw, why did we have this on?”
“This just in,” the reporter said, “a giant green monster is attacking the city of San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina.”
“A giant green monster?” JustinRPG questioned.
“A report states that the monster is about one hundred metres tall, with the body of a human, giant wings, tentacles emerging from its face… oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” the reporter said, become quite annoyed, “are we being serious about this? A giant green monster? Who wrote this? Seriously, who the fuck wrote this?”
“Hey, looks like we just got a video of it,” somebody in the crew said.
“Alright, play it then,” the reporter said, quite irate. A video of Cthulhu rampaging through San Carlos de Bariloche then played on the T.V. screen. The video was very shaky, but you could clearly make out a giant green octopus-man stomping through the small buildings.
“Reshiram, did you see that? It looked huge!” JustinRPG stated. The T.V. switched back to the reporter, clearly at a loss for words. He tried to speak, but he simply couldn’t, and ending up running away screaming. “Reshiram, I don’t think any army could take down a creature like that,” JustinRPG said, “we’re the only ones that can stop that thing,” JustinRPG stated, while seriously jumping to conclusions.
JustinRPG quickly took his dick out of Reshiram’s Pokévagina, got his clothes on, and the two of them ran outside. JustinRPG hopped on Reshiram’s back, and they flew off to Argentina.
Meanwhile in Argentina, Cthulhu had destroyed all of San Carlos de Bariloche, and was moving off to another city. Suddenly, two F-16 Fighting Falcons flew in Cthulhu’s direction. They fired missiles at the beast, but they seemed ineffective. Cthulhu simply swatted the jets down. More military arrived, attempting to take down the monster, but nothing seemed to hurt the thing. Cthulhu just stepped on the military forces, and went on his way. Before he left, he noticed something flying towards him. It looked like a man riding a white dragon. The dragon was nowhere as large as he was, so Cthulhu just prepared to swat it down.
“Reshiram, Fire Blast!” the man riding the dragon yelled. Before he could even react, a giant ball of fire was launched at Cthulhu, knocking him back a small bit. Cthulhu was shocked. Did he seriously just get hurt by something that small? He roared in anger. “Good work, Reshiram!” JustinRPG yelled, “Now use Fusion Flare!” Reshiram fired another ball of fire from her mouth, hitting Cthulhu right in the face. Now Cthulhu was pissed. He flew up and punched Reshiram, sending her flying back a good few feet. JustinRPG almost fell off, but he was able to hold on while Reshiram regained her balance. “We’re not gonna take that, are we?” he yelled. Reshiram roared in agreement. “Now use Dragon Breath!”
Just off the coast of Chile, some Navy ships were anchoring, and began arming a nuclear warhead. They had been authorized to use a Nuke to blow up Cthulhu, as they had no other choice. They had gotten reports that a man flying around on a Pokémon was fighting off the monster, but frankly, the government didn’t give half a shit and wanted to make sure the beast was dead.
Cthulhu seemed to be weakening. JustinRPG knew that this was the perfect time to hit the bastard hard.
“Alright Reshiram, there’s only one move that can finish him off!” JustinRPG loudly proclaimed, “Reshiram, use Blue Flare!” Reshiram fired a giant stream of blue flames at Cthulhu. Cthulhu could barely stand from the impact, almost getting knocked down. But even after the flames cleared, Cthulhu still stood. He was incredibly weakened, but now he was really pissed off. JustinRPG was pondering what he could possibly do, when he saw something flying towards them in the distance. It looked like a fat missile. “Oh my gosh, Reshiram! A nuke is headed towards us!” he yelled. JustinRPG needed to think up a plan. If they tried to run, the monster would stop them. If they tried to fight him off, they’d all get blown up by the nuke.
At last, JustinRPG came up with a plan. “Reshiram,” he said softly, “I’m going to distract him while you fly away from here,” Reshiram realized what JustinRPG was going to do, and began to tear up. “I’ll always love you,” JustinRPG said. JustinRPG got up and ran for the monster’s head, hoping to attract its attention. Unfortunately, Cthulhu didn’t notice the tiny retarded man jump onto his head, and he grabbed Reshiram. Before he could crush her though, Cthulhu turned around and saw the nuke headed straight for him.
“Fuck,” the monster said as its body was engulfed in a nuclear explosion. The three of them could feel their bodies torn apart in a matter of seconds.
With his dying breath, JustinRPG was able to slip out the words, “I… love… y-you… Reshirayyyym.”
The End
ALTERNATE ENDING
“Fuck,” the monster said as its body was engulfed in a nuclear explosion. It could feel its body torn apart in a matter of seconds. Miraculously, JustinRPG and Reshiram were able to survive a nuclear explosion, and falling almost one hundred meters, and only take minimal damage.
“We did it, Reshiram!” JustinRPG ran over to Reshiram and hugged her like he’d never hugged her before. “I’m sorry for the scare, earlier. How can I make it up to you?” Reshiram screeched. “Right here? Okay.” JustinRPG began to strip down and get ready to fuck, when suddenly a hoard of zombies came and ate JustinRPG and Reshiram.
The End

 

[Niachu]

I never got around to writing ridiculous self-insert fanfiction of me and my waifu, so for Christmas someone did it for me. Whoever did it, thank you, I love it! <3

Spoiler

Niachu and Colress Catch a Sonichu

The afternoon was ripe for adventure, a gentle autumn breeze blowing in the distance, the leaves
changing to a beautiful orange shade. The sound of leaves crushing echoes through the forest, as Colress
navigates his way through the forest. "This way, Nia," he calls out to his accomplice. Nia follows
Colress's voice, reaching for her Pokeballs. The two tried as best as they could to quietly make their way
through the forest, the task becoming increasingly difficult as they trekked into areas littered with
crunchy orange leafs. Colress stopped dead in his tracks and signaled Nia to halt. He sees his target, a
yellow figure picking up leafs and throwing them into the air as they fall back down on him. Nia whispers
as quietly as she can, "what is that thing?" Colress simply places his index finger over her mouth, not
saying a word more. From his pocket, he pulls out an MP3 player. He searches through the audio files,
clicks one, and places the device on the floor, turning the volume as high as he could.

"Tell me why, I'm stuck as a virgiiiiiin with rage!" The mysterious yellow figure's pointy ears
perked up and almost immediately responded, "tell me why, I so need a cute girl my age!" Colress's face
lit up, and he smiled knowing his plan was working. The strange Pokemon continued to follow the sweet
tones of autism. It bends over to pick up the device, intrigued by the strange music. Colress jumps out
from his hiding spot and yells, "Nia, now!" Nia pulls out a yellow and blue Pokemon ball and throws it at
the creature, capturing it as the device dropped to the ground, still playing its hypnotic tune. Colress
walks up to the MP3 player, turns it off, and picks up the device and the oddly colored Pokeball. He
laughs and shouts over to Nia, "hahaha, success!" Nia stands up with a smile reaching both ends of her
face. They finally did it. They finally caught the illusive Sonichu.

Colress and Nia began their walk out of the forest. Nia looked to Colress and asked, "what are we
going to do with the Sonichu? I mean, what is there to find out about him?" Colress smiled and replied,
"well, there's a wide variety of fascinating things we can do. Nobody's ever dissected a Sonichu before,
they've never recorded its behavior, nobody knows what its diet consists of, there's so many things we can
do!" Nia shook her head and quietly responded, "I don't think dissection sounds so fun. Maybe we should
just observe it when we get back." Colress laughed heartily at Nia's insistence on not opening up the
creature and learning about its anatomy. He looked over to Nia whose head was now bowed and her expression
changed from one of fascination and anticipation to one of defeat and sorrow. Colress sighed, "alright,
fine, we'll save the dissection for another day. I guess we can study its dietary habits." Nia picked her
head up, smiling, and ran over to hug the professor. Colress rolled his eyes, upset that he had to delay
the dissection, but put an arm around Nia's head, holding it closely against his chest.

When the two returned to the lab, Nia immediately got to work, setting up a table and placing five
covered dishes upon it. She leaned over to Colress's direction and called out, "it's ready! Let him out!"
Colress took out the yellow and blue Pokeball and released Sonichu from his ball. A confused Sonichu
stood, his hand scratching at his head, and his eyes curiously darting around the room. Nia walked up to
the first plate and lifted the lid, presenting a plate of fresh spinach, lettuce, cabbage, celery,
wheatgrass, and broccoli. "Ugh," Sonichu thought to himself, "veggies make me green in the face!" Sonichu
shook his head, not moving an inch from where he was. Nia yelled over to Colress, "he doesn't seem to
enjoy vegetables!" Colress made a note of it as Nia lifted the lid from the second plate, revealing a
steak, a chicken leg, a pork chop, and a fish fillet. Sonichu simply looked away from the plate with only
a moment of being freaked out. "He..." Nia began to yell over to Colress, her tone dropping, "doesn't seem
to be carnivorous either." Confused and determined to find out what it was Sonichu's diet consisted of,
she lifted up the third lid revealing nectarines, peaches, apples, grapes, and orange slices. Sonichu
didn't budge. She lifted the fourth, revealing cashews, pecans, walnuts, peanuts, and even a few acorns.
Sonichu stuck his tongue out in revolt. Finally, Nia lifted the fifth lid revealing a large plate of
candy. Sonichu's eyes widened, his mouth began to salivate, and his cheeks even sparked up in excitement.
He ran over and shoved all that candy down his throat. Nia sighed, relieved, and said, "I think we found a
diet!" Colress marked down the information, placed his clipboard on the table next to him and made his way
to the testing area. "Alright," Colress said with a hint of excitement, "what do we do next?"

Nia looked over at Sonichu, still trying to chew his food, failing, and simply swallowing whatever
candy was in his mouth. She looked back at Colress and said, "well, we could tr-" Before she could finish
her sentence, she was interrupted by Sonichu who yelled out in protest with a mouth full of candy,
"waith!" Sonichu swallowed what was left of his candy and walked up to the two, saying, "look, this is real nice and all, the candy and the
music and everything, but I just wanna get back to CWCville and see my family!" Colress's face lit up as
he asked, "there's more of you?" Sonichu gave him a thumbs up and said, "yeah! I got a wife, Rosechu, and
three adorable little kids!" Colress grinned evilly, and said, "well, if there's more of you, that means we
won't be at a loss if we dissect you now!" Colress walked over to Sonichu, but was halted by Nia who
reminded him, "we don't even know where they are yet! Don't you think we should find his family and study
them before ripping the poor thing into pieces?" Colress sighed and said, "yeah, yeah we should study his
family first." Nia released him from her grip, and she led Colress and Sonichu out the door. "Alright,
Sonichu," Nia said, turning back to the electric Pokemon, "how do we get to your home?" Sonichu pointed
east and said, "it's that way, but I don't think you two are fast enough to keep up with me!" Colress
looked at Sonichu with an annoyed expression and said, "you're absolutely right, wait here." Colress
walked behind the building and came back with a wagon and some reigns. Without hesitation, he put the
reigns on Sonichu and jumped on the wagon. "Alright mister 'I'm so much faster than you', take us to your
home then." Nia jumped onto the wagon, and Sonichu looked back, informing Colress, "hey, y'know, I may be
the fastest, but I'm not exactly the strongest Pokemon out there." Nia looked to Colress and said, "you
know, he's probably right with all that candy he shoves down his throat." "Excuses," said Colress, "take
us to your family now, or we'll dissect you here." Sonichu, without question, began hauling the cart.

The cart was moving at about 30 miles per hour. "What's wrong," Colress began to ask, "this
doesn't feel like the fastest wagon in the world right now." Sonichu ignored the criticism and just
dragged the cart to his home. As they entered CWCville, a thick cloud of smog covered the city, blocking
out most of the sunlight. What little sunlight could be seen was eventually covered up by the enormous,
vacant buildings with signs that read, "soup hotel". They eventually arrived at a one story home with the
world's tackiest paint job. Sonichu felt the need to flop over and rest, but was held up by the reigns of
the cart. Colress took them off Sonichu and let him go as he collapsed, breathing heavily. Colress and Nia
jumped off the cart and walked up to the door. Colress rang the doorbell and took a few steps back. A pink
Sonichu opened the door and immediately noticed her husband collapsed in the middle of the road. "Oh
goodness," she yelled, "Sonichu, what happened?" Sonichu tried to pick himself up, pointed to Colress and
Nia, and said, "th- those bastards worked me to death!" Rosechu laughed, "oh Sonichu! I know you love the
family, but you really have to stop working yourself so hard!" Sonichu's ears dropped, he placed his chin
on his hand tapping the pavement with his other hand, and looked at Rosechu as if to say, "are you serious
right now?" Rosechu didn't get it, smiled, and picked up her husband, dragging him back to the house. She
looked over to the professor and said, "he's a really hard working man. I couldn't have asked for a better
man in the world!" "Considering you're the only two Sonichus on the planet," Colress began, "I don't think
it'd be possible." Nia laughed loudly, trying her best to cover Colress's sarcastic response and asked
Rosechu, "hey, since you were kind enough to invite us, how about some dinner?" "Oh sure," Rosechu
responded, "the Snickers are nearly out of the oven!" Nia asked, "sinckerdoodles? For dinner?" Rosechu
laughed, "don't be silly! We're having Snickers bars!" Nia shook her head, but made her way to the dinner
table.

Everyone was at the table, waiting for their "meals" to arrive. Sonichu glared at Colress,
seething hatred spewing from his eyes. Sonichu broke the silence to tell Colress, "you're a fucking jerk,
you know that?" Colress smiled and replied, "I try." Rosechu danced her way out of the kitchen with a
large plate filled with unwrapped Snickers bars. "Dinner is served!" She placed the plate in the center of
the table, and everyone but Nia reached out for a bar. "What's wrong, lady," Rosechu began to ask, "aren't
you hungry?" Nia looked down at the candy bars and said, "I think I'll get something on the way back, but
thanks for trying." Colress nudged her and said, "come on, Nia, indulge yourself a little! We're only
celebrating their culture!" Nia sighed and took a Snickers bar from the center, placing it on her plate.
She took out a fork and knife and began cutting a piece off for herself.

"So," Colress said with a mouth full of Snickers, "why don't you go ahead and tell us the story of
your people?" Before anyone had a chance to respond, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Sonichu said
hastily, stumbling out of his chair to run to the front door. He opened it and let the man in. "Father!"
Before Sonichu stood a large man with shoulder length hair that resembled dead tree branches, wearing a
rugby shirt and stained blue jeans. "Hello, my son," the man replied. He pulled out an envelope and
presented it to the hedgehog. "Hmmm, here's your monthly tugboat," he said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Wait, father," Sonichu pleaded, "wouldn't you like to stay over for dinner? We're having Snickers! And we
have company!" The man looked over to the table, Sonichu's family waving back at him, and said, "hmmm, no.
Y'all look like you're busy, and bi- besides, I got da new mighty wings waiting for me back at my place at
14 Branchland Ct. Ruckersville Virginia! Goodbye, Sonichu!" The man opened up a portal and jumped in;
nobody at the table questioned this at all.

Colress got up from his seat and said, "right, I think we've extended our stay here. We have work
to do back at the lab, don't we, Nia?" Nia got up from her seat, pushing the plate of candy away from
herself. "Thank you for the lovely dinner misses, uh... Rosechu, right? But we have a dissection waiting
for us!" Colress picked up his plate, dumping the candy bar onto the table, and bashed it over Sonichu's
head. He picked up the concussed Sonichu by the leg and said, "we should do this again, yes? Maybe the
four of you could come over to our place!" Sonichu opened his eyes and said, "Rosechu, for God's sake,
help me!" Rosechu smiled and said, "okay, y'all have fun over there!" She walked up to Sonichu, still
dangling from Colress's grip and said, angrily, "you better not stay out there all night! You know you
have a family to care for!" Sonichu gave her that look again, as Colress said, "we'll try to keep him ali-
UH... we'll try not to hold him back too long! Come on, rodent."

The three left the house and made their way back to the cart. Nia looked up to Colress and
inquired, "we're gonna bring him back, right?" Colress laughed heartily and replied, "maybe. Actually, the
chances of him surviving are pretty high. I just wanna open him up for a little while and see how these
things tick. We'll have him all stitched up and zapping again. No worries!" Nia smiled, hugged the
professor, and said, "I'm glad you have a heart in there... somewhere." Colress hugged her with his free
arm and said, "it's honestly more trouble than it's worth."

 

[Night Terror]

I gotta participate next year. I hope you guys like garbage MS Paint doodles.

 

[Dollars2010]

Oh my gosh oh my ahhh

I'm totally going to make my avatar after the holidays

 

[GV 002]

http://i.imgur.com/P3XvQ9L.jpg

I have no idea who did this, I'd love to thank them personally. In any case, see, that's me with a Cyberman body and a d20 since I like RPGs. I love this so much, when I saw it I let out a big "AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was going to stay sooper sekrit, but it was me. I'm so glad you like it dude, had a ton of fun doing it! Never got my gift in the end, but I'd love to do this again next year. Loving all the talent on this forum!

 

[Niachu]

http://i.imgur.com/P3XvQ9L.jpg

I have no idea who did this, I'd love to thank them personally. In any case, see, that's me with a Cyberman body and a d20 since I like RPGs. I love this so much, when I saw it I let out a big "AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I was going to stay sooper sekrit, but it was me. I'm so glad you like it dude, had a ton of fun doing it! Never got my gift in the end, but I'd love to do this again next year. Loving all the talent on this forum!

You'll have something before New Years, chanbob. No one who participates goes without