Story game.

[Neonie]

hand, causing carpel

[exanimo]

Fibrosis. He screamed,

[Neonie]

into the night

[jorge]

for vengeance. Boner

[Neonie]

is what happens

[Tragic Hero]

when paris hilton

[Vandamguy]

the least one


of you fags


could do is


recap the story


so we can


prune the topic.

[rumsfald]

the least one


of you fags


could do is


recap the story


so we can


prune the topic.

OMG Vandam you are so GENETICALLY SUPERIOR.  Fucking Alpha, man.

[Fail Medic]

"Known Knowns and the End of the Story"
A short story by the BRB, Uninstalling forum crew.

CHAPTER 1: JORGE'S LAMENT
One day, Jorge forgot to buy Halo's strategy guid so he uninstalled and set fire to the best fan fiction he ever wrote about.  So, he called Caff and asked, "Can you get me another copy of that porn featuring the furries sexy fox action?"

Caff responded, "I am currently watching Joel molest Luca while throwing up like two girls without a cup."

After this, Joel masturbated to Caff's Barbara Streisand CD then fucked Jorge dispassionately. 


CHAPTER 2:  ENTER JACK THOMPSON
Meanwhile, in the Batcave, where Satan was eating John Ritter's soul, Jack Thompson said, "I wonder what is for dinner!  Maybe I'll have some tube steak with some white people who will have a little video game protest against the numerous amount of flagrant BME Pain Olympics.  I've got various Tourette's and various STDs from a Thai baby in Africa born from a diseased pit of jackals and llamas that have been over nine thousand times anally violated with a broomstick."  Mr. Thompson enjoyed watching bum fights that he paid his son to ref unfairly so Jack could fund a secret corporation that invested in more bum fights.


CHAPTER 3:  DIVINE BACKLASH
Eschatos did not overlook this scandal.  He maintained his righteous indignation and ended up doing a masturbation marathon which left his right eyelid stuck to the backseat of Jorge's Pimpmobile.  He then struggled mightily to remove his dildo from Spore's big, wet, stinky drawer because it was guarded by eight ravenous iguanas imported from a illegal cartel that sucks at grammar.  Meanwhile, in Canada, firecrackers were stolen from a large Canadian goose which was owned by Zeus himself.  Zeus was not pleased that this thread has more posts than Spore's so he rudely posted 6 words, each for every dink he has continued to service during the war that was fought for great justice. 

"Hey!  Fuck you!" exclaimed the rabid Rabbids while playing Freedom Force.  Seriously. 


CHATPER 4:  THE LAST KING OF CHEERIOS
I've got footage that proves Joel secretly sniffs up ground children from Africa that can turn to Chuck Norris for one whole night.  Also, he has never been to Emilio Estevez's kitchen which has the largest fridge in Charlie Sheen's house.  So large that even Jesus could take a dump on those even while standing on a creaky, moldy crate. 

"This makes a fat man want to have more bum fights."

The King disagreed; he thought that Cheerios went well without bum fights.  One time he fought in Vietnam against some Mexican children's show producers despite his insatiable love for the Cheerios.  Anyway, Tom Hanks cried out, "I SWEAR, I DID NOT HAVE AIDS IN PHILADELPHIA!"

Examino didn't believe such claims, so he gave it an emphatic OBJECTION! Thus began CROSS-EXAMINATION of the WITNESS in the sex room at the popular local steamy bath house. 


CHAPTER 5:  LITIGATION ENEMA
Dice, the game company, made Butt-lefield: Anal Quest VI for PS-tripple.  Gabe Newell sexed J.C. Denton but still hated Republicans and saints because they once fondled Kor's ass without gloves. Kor came in his butt, giggled with delight, and loudly exclaimed,  "THIS IS TEAM FORTRESS!"

Uwe Boll sued claiming copyright infringement.  "Desu desu desu!" was how he cried out in pain and delight after drinking Sunny D.  Obviously.  Heh.  Drinking Sunny (D)elight with his sexy Handlebar Mustache while drinking Exanimo's diarrhea spiked with some marmalade.  "Fuck this, this shit tastes like marmalade."  Afterwards, Abe Lincoln cried for the women he killed anally to have some of her fine tub girl antics.  Then Tragic inserted his ATM card into Jorge's anus-brand ATM machine, withdrawing nine turds while depositing 3 mega turds--however the turd economy had recently declined because Turd Ferguson had turds stoled. 


CHAPTER 6:  VALVE BROKE THE NET CODE
I just sharted into Kor's uretha to cure his diabetes.  Kor said, "However can I fuck your mouth while ingesting some stale Robitussin CF?  When will these motherfucking snakes on pancake get out of the goddamn CAR JESUS CHRIST IT'S A LION from that movie--I mean picture?"  Harry Houdini was secretly practicing bondage.  The machine spot BOWLS OF DICKS, made from old chocolate-covered furries sprinkled with fairy boogers, in boxes to Joel's house.  These dicks were afraid of chicks.  Yes, it's true, the dicks enjoyed Exanimo's anus for its health and reminisced about the sand that was located in Kor's vagina. 

Vulgarity aside, this thread describes just what happens in Joel's sick imagination.  Poor kid was in Kor's vagina.  One of his multiple cloned vaginas grew a head and had to get the fuck into Surf's urethra for cover from a barrage of slings and arrows flying out my non-vaginal opening vagina.  New snappy dildos were released into the wild plains of Antartica, where they were worshipping Freddy Prinz.  Then they realized they beloonged in NAMBLA, and began to chant repeatedly "osu! tatakae! OUENDAN!" Unfortunately, their chant went on for quite some time but no one wanted to dance. 


CHAPTER 7:  AND NOW... SPORTS
Dancing with dildos pleased Jorge's boner greatly but he couldn't get rid of his desire for French-Canadian, Italian men because they were too sloppy for anal racquetball during french hockey season.  Fuck the Dallas Stars.  WTF Anaheim?  Soccer is better.  However, Badminton is supreme, proclaimed Wang da Jesus.  How did Exanimo know about feline aids without degrees in kinds of prolapses he experienced while mining for precious Vespine gas? 

Oh, Lando Calrissian would sell Colt 45 in order to buy Pokemon cards because this deal could get him HOLOGRAPHIC FIRST-EDITION CHARIZARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


CHAPTER 8:  TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION
Meanwhile, John Freeman wanted a pikachu so he sucked gasoline out of Jorge's 1989 Honda in order to drive to Kor's favourite hamburger shack (+u for the frenchies) that serves Freedom Fries and freedom but absolutely no gold-plated lobster bibs.  Freeman drove for hours until a cop pulled up behind him.  Gordon politely pulled a lobster out for Gordon Remsey who was cooking in the backseat, on his George Clooney orange grill. 

The officer asked "I'm a computer?" but Kor responded, "PORK CHOP SANDWICHES!"

Then the cop, a Canadian Mountie from Wiener Lands, did goatse and summoned a beautiful rainbow as he sang a ballad:
[pre]              "Super never made goatse like me!"[/pre]
Rick Astley then goatse'd Tom Cruise.  Strangely, he loved the tenderness in his meaty rectum while raping Mr. T.  No pity was given as they were cosplaying Spartans in tuxedos. 


[glow=red,2,300]Wait, SPOILER ALERT.  [/glow]

CHAPTER 9:  ENDGAME
Earlier,  before yesterday's anal, Versus cried when his dog ate a pea-meal sammich. The pea-meal sammich was the key to the innermost chamber of full life consequences where John Freeman revealed he was actually a woman made from cheese mined from the anus of Jorge.  Over several mya, a child was nonexistant because children killed all grups of whatever grups that ate each other out, like cunnilingus. A grue ate a crit rocket. It yelled, "POINT the keys for one million dollars!  Egg foo young? She was the fattest woman in PL_Goldrush."

Then Rumsfald pushed little cart to aisle 6 and ran over an old lady  from the past stealing future-secrets of the present and harassing the pandas with shiny things and  fried chicken. 

[move]ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED[/move]

Thank God somebody said something.

___
Slightly touched up for formatting and sentence structure.  I think I got it all.  Please give me a cookie.  And even though I recapped the story, I am not a "fag".

[jorge]

ty sir

Now we can ban vanslam.

[exanimo]

Cookie.

[Neonie]

was going to

[Fail Medic]

wash her dog

[Tragic Hero]

purple monkey dishwasher

[Neonie]

assuming that it's

[jorge]

adequately trimmed in

[Neonie]

to look like

[jorge]

Gwen Stefani circa

[exanimo]

1996. During this

[Geoff]

period of cows