AfroQT
Smash Master
Mike Kro Soft taking over
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I want christianity to fill in as well.
Make it happen and it's going to be comedy central forums.
I would absolutely LOVE TO!![]()
FOOLS!
Would you like to hear the legend of Me?
FOOL!![]()
What have you done???
hey! its me again, dfear! you may know and remember me from several different occasions. Now for the next following posts i will make an "epic" or "folklore" on the next person that posts after me and then again thereafter.
"The song of storms ruptured through the ears of many within the social cauldron they called swf. Legend be told a hero would rise amongst these smashers and save them from the inevitable future that awaits them. The hero we speak of is no other than..."
A brony who is not stupid and is a responsible and kind person."...Xaltis the mighty, the bold and all powerful. Our story begins.
Beyond a hill of low cut, but not too low cut grass, lies the city of Iselia. Iselia has bred many a warrior in her lifetime, but alas not all heroes are born warriors. The non-warrior we speak of is a young jesus loving male, named Xaltis Irving. Xaltis' adoptive father, a dwarf named GreenAce, lives just outside Iselia in a remote location beyond the hill of low cut, but not too low cut grass.
"THE **** HAVE YOU BEEN!?" said the short snouted Greenace as he crosses his vastly muscular arms across his chest. "Why nowhere dad, ha hueeeeeee." answered the young Xaltis. Greenace, unsheathed his arms and began walking towards Xaltis, "Now boy, don't be acting all free and **** with me. I raised you to be a ****ing wiener, not a salty free **** ****. Go get me a pitcher of lager from my free *** fridge."
Xaltis got up from his worn out stool and fetched his father a pitcher of beer.
Knock Knock. "Huh?" Xaltis turned his head towards the door. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKITY KNOCK. "Who could that be?" pondered Xaltis. The hero, step by step walked closer to his door with each awaiting second meaning imminent danger or a possible advantageous reward. Xaltis opened the door and exclaimed, " HA HUEEEEEEEEEE!" to find...
you're more of a frieza to me ;]no me, i'm cooler!
you're more of a frieza to me ;]