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Re: Three Word Story

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Post by Doomkid » Fri Apr 29, 2016 10:05 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

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Post by Empyre » Fri Apr 29, 2016 10:56 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to
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Post by Doomkid » Sat Apr 30, 2016 9:51 am

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans
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Post by Devastator » Sat Apr 30, 2016 12:16 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died

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Post by Doomkid » Sat Apr 30, 2016 10:41 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting
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Post by Empyre » Sun May 01, 2016 3:19 am

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save
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Post by Redfox123 » Sun May 01, 2016 11:58 am

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry
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Post by Sean » Sun May 01, 2016 12:05 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes
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Post by Redfox123 » Sun May 01, 2016 1:40 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades
Icelandic her mun sparka rassinn ó bíddu við dont hafa rétta her . fjári
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Post by Empyre » Sun May 01, 2016 4:15 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran
"For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky."

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Post by Redfox123 » Mon May 02, 2016 6:20 am

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades
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Post by CaptainGreninja » Tue May 03, 2016 3:16 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades, grenades were sentient
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Post by Empyre » Tue May 03, 2016 5:01 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to
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Post by Doomkid » Wed May 04, 2016 8:27 am

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. BOOM
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Post by Empyre » Wed May 04, 2016 3:09 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. "BOOM goes the dynamite!"
"For the world is hollow, and I have touched the sky."

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Post by Matiu » Sat May 07, 2016 2:47 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. "BOOM goes the dynamite!"

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Post by Empyre » Sat May 07, 2016 3:59 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. "BOOM goes the dynamite!"

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Post by Sean » Sat May 07, 2016 5:38 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. "BOOM goes the dynamite!"

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Post by Empyre » Sat May 07, 2016 7:47 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. "BOOM goes the dynamite!"

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Post by Matiu » Sat May 07, 2016 8:59 pm

Slowly smelling defeat, the infamous Hitler was walking a satanic chicken across the road when he saw Stalin having strokes. He pulled out his trusty plasma cookie and threw in the towel on his birthday. He played Gmod with his best commander and they barfed. Repeatedly. Thinking vomit in car is the cure to PCP addiction, they used a disgusting, moldy, stinky fur suit to hide their shame as frosty the snowman ran 10 miles before he reached 500 miles he began to realize that Torr Samaho actually was Carnevil!

"Wowsers", said the annoying phipaw symbol, "What is going over our heads every other breadward-sanday?" "What are you. I am bread, in bread." Putrid bread.

Torr Samaho programmed some insane bread monsters to drool into cans that fucking died today while injecting antivenom to save storok and furry red Icelandic foxes were throwing grenades until they ran out of grenades. Grenades were sentient and programmed to throw grenades. "BOOM goes the dynamite!"

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