O.M.G. Do you want them to close this topic, PFM? Almost every other post on this page is yours, and I'm very sure that if a moderator were to see that, this topic will go bye-bye and nobody can enjoy killing/tricking the rotl. Basically, I'm saying to STOP SPAMMING so this topic can still be going next week. Also, it helps to be a little more creative with your messages, and repeating practically the SAME THING in most of your messages annoys other posters, and because of this, the topic has lost a lot of people already. Finally, use some discretion. DON'T POST EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU'RE DE-THRONED! That's what's making this topic seem spammy. Wait until several other people take the throne before going back to claim it again. Okay, I'm done ranting.
On topic:
*Unfortunately, everybody out in space forgets that its temperature ABSOLUTE ZERO (or close to it) and PFM's fishbowl cannot prevent him from freezing and dieing. In the meantime, aewjn's metal carcass flies back from the opposite direction from which he was kicked, and collides with the throne, knocking it with enough force for it to leave the moon's gravitational field, and come within close enough range of the Earth's. Unfortunately, it gets burned to nothingness on its re-entry. I, having found all the pieces to my cranium and brain, put them back together, and recover my former mentality (stupid rocks are temporary). I look up into the sky just in time to see the throne disintigrate in a flash of light. I guess at what's happened, and begin building a new throne with my superior undead craftsmanship. The new throne now has a footrest and refrigerated beverage holder, is fully reclinable, and is twice as comfortable and relaxing as the old one. I claim it as my own, and declare: )
Me: Ahh... once again, 'tis good to be Ruler of the Land.
*Sips root beer and lays back for a tan*
On topic:
*Unfortunately, everybody out in space forgets that its temperature ABSOLUTE ZERO (or close to it) and PFM's fishbowl cannot prevent him from freezing and dieing. In the meantime, aewjn's metal carcass flies back from the opposite direction from which he was kicked, and collides with the throne, knocking it with enough force for it to leave the moon's gravitational field, and come within close enough range of the Earth's. Unfortunately, it gets burned to nothingness on its re-entry. I, having found all the pieces to my cranium and brain, put them back together, and recover my former mentality (stupid rocks are temporary). I look up into the sky just in time to see the throne disintigrate in a flash of light. I guess at what's happened, and begin building a new throne with my superior undead craftsmanship. The new throne now has a footrest and refrigerated beverage holder, is fully reclinable, and is twice as comfortable and relaxing as the old one. I claim it as my own, and declare: )
Me: Ahh... once again, 'tis good to be Ruler of the Land.
*Sips root beer and lays back for a tan*