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Sniper was sitting on the ground, thinking (he’d been taking lessons). Something was not quite right. But he couldn’t quite place it.
After a while, he looked at his watch. 11:07 AM, it read. What was wrong with that? He kept wondering. Then, it hit him.
“Bloody kids!” He shouted, as he threw the ball back.
“Sorry mister,” came the reply, “couldn’t see you there in all this darkness!”
Darkness, darkness, darkness... Sniper sat for a while, still thinking.
“That’s it!” He exclaimed, as he finally realised. “Its now 1:42 PM, and it’s like it night time!”
Sniper raced off to the SR Posse HQ to tell the others.
AT THE SR POSSE HQ
Sniper burst in.
“Hey guys, guys???”
He walked over to the table, where there was a note: “Dear Sniper. Glad you finally got it, please stop the timer to your left”. Sniper stopped the timer, which read 5 hours 13 minutes, and continued with the rest of the note: “Gone off to the MS compound, as this probably got something to do with Bill Gates or Microsoft.”
“God damn it.” Mumbled Sniper, as he left the HQ.
“Bandits.” Muttered Sniper, as he came back in to get a torch.
AT THE MS COMPOUND
Sniper looked at the building. Several of the windows were blown out, and there was fire coming out of two of them. Sniper walked up to the door, and there was a note pinned to it: “Dear Sniper. Had huge confrontation with Bill Gates; found out he has nothing to do with this. Left to go back to the HQ at 2:56. See you there.” Sniper looked at his watch. 2:59.
“GOD DAMN IT!” Shouted Sniper, obviously upset. He then set off for the HQ.
BACK AT THE SR POSSE HQ
“Hey Snipes.” said er-no, with a huge grin on his face. “Got a hot date with Sunny tonight.”
“That’s lovely. I wish I could get a girl like Sunny. Come to think of it, I wish I could get a girl.”
“You’ll learn someday, Sniper.”
“Anyway,” said Sniper, getting back to the point, “do we have any idea what could be causing this?”
“Well,” said Grix, taking off his spectacles, “We don’t really know what this IS. All we know is, the sun didn’t come up this morning. We don’t even know how it didn’t come up. It’s like the Earth stopped spinning, or something. Also, some strange things have been happening. FantasyMeister found out he could fly, and SHEEPY hasn’t said cheese, for, oh, 36 minutes. Something’s not right here.”
“I agree. Umm.” Said Sniper, who only really followed up to “this”.
#BOOM#
There was a huge explosion from the kitchen, and Ant stumbled out of the smoke, coughing.
”You’ll never guessed what happened,” he croaked, “I was watching The World’s Greatest Explosions of All Time on Sky, and, well, the World’s number one explosion actually exploded out of the TV.”
“What’s that smell?” Said Turbonutter, sniffing.
“Oh, it was a curry-related explosion.”
“Right, that’s it.” Said Grix. “Get your coats and a torch everyone, we’re off to find out what’s going on.”
“Where can we go?” Asked RastaBillySkank.
“We’re going to go the Upwire Oracle, it must know something.”
THE ROAD LEEDING UP TO THE ORACLE
There is a troll guarding the only path to the Oracle. He unfortunately, he looks very mean. Fortunately, he also looks very stupid.
“I’ll handle this.” Said Grix.
“Wot U doin round dere?” The troll asked.
“We are the SR Posse, a crime-fighting group of super heroes who want to save the World!” Said Grix, impressively. “This is er-no, RastaBillySkank, SHEEPY, Goatboy, Grim Fish, Your Honour, FantasyMeister, Ant, Meka Dragon, Sniper, Turbonutter, ssxpro, M16, Bonus, Swish and I Am The Tarrant. And I am Grix Thraves.”
“I’m sorry, are you I Am The Tarrant or Grix Thraves”
“I’m Grix Thraves”
“Then who’s I Am The Tarrant?”
“No, you’re a troll, I Am The Tarrant is here.”
“So you’re I Am The Tarrant?”
”No, I’m Grix Thraves. He’s I Am The Tarrant.”
With that, the troll gave a puzzled look, his eyes glazed over, and he passed out.
“Stupid troll.” Said Grix.
The gang heard a thud from behind them. Sniper had passed out.
“Urrgh.” Said Grix. “Someone pick him up.”
AT THE UPWIRE ORACLE
“Oracle! Hear me!” Shouted Grix, in a mighty voice.
“What do you want?
“Do you have any idea what’s going on here?”
“No, not really.”
“Oh. Damnit.”
“But I know someone who might.”
“Who?”
“You need to find the Magical Rainbird. He knows the answer. Find the Rainbird, and you shall know the truth!”
“Great. Thanks.”
“What’s the Rainbird, Grix?” Asked SHEEPY.
“The Rainbird, SHEEPY, is a rarely heard from creature that SR keep locked up in the top floor of their building. He is allowed out once every two weeks, to do their accounting.”
“Great.”
THE TOP FLOOR OF THE SR BUILDING
Grix walked up to the hatch of the Rainbird’s cell. He went to touch, but immediately drew his hand away, for it was burning hot.
“Everyone stand back.” He said, as he was wrapping a cloth round his hand.
He unhooked the hatch, and let it down. A jet of green-blue fire shot out of the hole, narrowly missing Grix’s arm. The blast hit Sniper full on, who had failed to realise the implications of a red-hot door. He was thrown back 50 yards and hit the brick wall with great force. The mortar gave way, and a few bricks were knocked out. ssxpro just managed to pull Sniper’s body away from the wall as the whole thing gave way. While Sniper’s liquid skeleton re-solidified, Grix talked to the Rainbird.
“Rainbird, do you know what’s going on here?”
“Urgh, someone … someone has … opened the, urgh, the White Spring of Magic, urgh. Excess … excess magic has been flowing into … into the World, urgh. You need to stem it’s flow. I … I have tried, urgh, to store most of it, but I … but I can’t hold any more. The spring is guarded by creatures … you must take five sacrifices. NOW GO! ARRRRRGHHH!!!!”
The Rainbird slumped to the ground and an octarine fluid oozed of the walls of its cell. It engulfed and concealed the Rainbird from view. The fluid then oozed back into walls, but the Rainbird was gone.
“Well.” Said Grix. “To the White Spring, then. But first, to get some sacrifices. To WWF forum!”
THE WHITE SPRING OF MAGIC
After a small fight and a bit of weird goings on, the SR climbed out of Turbonutter’s car at the Plain of the White Spring with Rakuga, cheatguru, 123123, willy boy and beatch.
“Your car has a surprisingly large amount of space inside it, Turbo.” Said Bonus.
“Yeah, I stole it off some doctor. I don’t know his name.”
“Doctor Who?”
“I said I don’t know his name!”
“I mean … whatever.”
“Why do we have to be sacrifices?” Cried 123123, butting in.
“Well, to put it bluntly, you all have appalling SPAG. Think yourselves lucky, it’s better than a violent prodding, which is what you all deserve.” Replied Turbonutter.
The group looked the Plain of the White Spring. It was a desolate place, with human skeletons littering the ground. There was something eerie about the skeletons: They were all reaching towards the same place. And in that place, was a huge blue-green swirling tornado, bristling with magical energy and spouting yellow lightning. But it was no ordinary tornado. It was swirling upwards from one spot, as if that spot was spewing the energy out.
“Wow.” Said ssxpro, speechless.
“Aha.” Said Time Warp.
“So, why do we need the sacrifices?” Asked Bonus.
“I don’t know.” Replied Grix. “Ah well, we’d better go then. It should only take us 5 minutes at walking-while-dragging-hostages pace.”
And off they set. But not 5 seconds, Grix saw some marking in the ground. In shaky letters, was written “SKROGS!”
“What are skrogs?” Asked Meka Dragon.
“I don’t know.” Mumbled Grix, looking worried.
“You know very well what they are”. Said the voice of Grix’s brain to Grix.
“I know I know, but I’m not going to tell them, or they’ll bolt.”
“I don’t think you need to tell them. Turn round.”
Grix turned round, to see 5 skrogs ambling round the side of a rock. They look very much like small T-Rexes, but have slippery red skin, huge protruding fangs and bright blue eyes. With a screeching roar, they spotted the group, and made chase.
“SKROGS!” Shouted Grix. “RUN!”
The group set off, but first Grix untied Rakuga and knocked him cold.
“That’ll give us some time.” He muttered, as he ran off.
The skrogs stopped to feast on Rakuga’s body. Soon they finished him and started running again. They were soon catching up, so Grix threw back 123123. The skrags finished him, so Grix hobbled willy boy and beatch. But whilst this was going on, cheatguru thought “Sod this for a bunch of bananas” and planned his escape. As they ran past a boulder, cheatguru wrenched his arm free of Grix’s grip and pressed his back against it.
“Oh no!” Cried Grix, as the skrogs ran past cheatguru. “We’re nearly at the spring, but the skrogs will catch us! We need someone to sacrifice themselves for the skrogs. Come on, someone, you will be remembered forever!”
“I’ve got an idea!” Said SHEEPY, with a grin on his face. “Sniper, think of a way to get us out of here!”
Sniper stopped dead, deep in thought…
…and was pounced on by the leading skrog. His blood splatted in an arc ahead or the posse, and a loud crunching sound could be heard behind them.
“Now everyone run as fast as you can!” Shouted Grix. “The skrogs are afraid of magic, get to the spring!”
The group made it to the spring, very shaken and tired.
“We’re here at last.” Said Grix.
SHEEPY was about to cover the spring with a rock when Grix shouted:
“Hang on, if we cover the spring, the skrogs will kill us!” They all looked at the skrogs, 10 yards away, stamping and scraping their feet, their skin dripping with matted hair and blood. “I’ve an idea. Grim Fish, use your power to blast them into little pieces.”
“OK then.”
Grim Fish stood with his legs apart in front of the group. He summoned all his concentration, and started to crackle with power. The skrogs backed off a little. Grim Fish focused a massive blast of energy towards one of the skrogs with an almighty roar. The beam bore a grove into the ground, and the skrog was engulfed. It lasted for almost 7 seconds, and Grim Fish slumped to the ground. The place where the skrog stood was swathed in smoke. The group held its breath whilst the smoke cleared. A gust of wind came, and what was left was … a slightly dazed skrog.
“It cannot be!” Exclaimed Grim Fish. “I put all my energy into that!”
Grim Fish broke down in tears.
“Don’t worry Grim Fish. I have a cunning plan!” Said er-no. “Trust me on this. Step into the spring!”
”WHAT! Are you mad! I’ll die!”
“Trust me!”
“OK, but only because you’re my friend, and I don’t believe you’d lie.”
Grim Fish stepped into the spring.
The blue tornado turned a burning white orange, and a pulse of energy shot out of it towards the sky. Strange sound came out of it, a mixture between a scream and a roar, and a huge wind whipped up. Out of the spring came bright flashes of blue light balls of molten rock. Soon, the chaos died down, and out stepped Grim Fish, but he was different. He was wearing what looked like bionic skin, with copper tracks running through it. It wasn’t Grim Fish, it was his next evolution level, Fish-e!
“OORRAAAAAAGGGHH!!!” Screamed Fish-e.
He pointed his finger at the skrog, and almost effortlessly, a great bolt of lightning shot out of his entire arms. It struck the beast and blasted it into small lumps of burnt skrogs. He turned to the others.
“You looking at me?” He said.
The skrogs backed off a few yards, then turned to run, all trying to put as much distance between them and Fish-e.
SHEEPY handed Fish-e a rock and said
“Do you wish to do the honours?”
With that, Fish-e stemmed the flow of the White Spring, and with a quiet whooshing sound, the excess magic came rushing back. The group backed off, as the last dregs drained back in.
“Well, that was good.” Said Grix. “Now, what say we get back, put the kettle on and watch Big Brother?”
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THE END
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Thank you for reading my story.
After a while, he looked at his watch. 11:07 AM, it read. What was wrong with that? He kept wondering. Then, it hit him.
“Bloody kids!” He shouted, as he threw the ball back.
“Sorry mister,” came the reply, “couldn’t see you there in all this darkness!”
Darkness, darkness, darkness... Sniper sat for a while, still thinking.
“That’s it!” He exclaimed, as he finally realised. “Its now 1:42 PM, and it’s like it night time!”
Sniper raced off to the SR Posse HQ to tell the others.
AT THE SR POSSE HQ
Sniper burst in.
“Hey guys, guys???”
He walked over to the table, where there was a note: “Dear Sniper. Glad you finally got it, please stop the timer to your left”. Sniper stopped the timer, which read 5 hours 13 minutes, and continued with the rest of the note: “Gone off to the MS compound, as this probably got something to do with Bill Gates or Microsoft.”
“God damn it.” Mumbled Sniper, as he left the HQ.
“Bandits.” Muttered Sniper, as he came back in to get a torch.
AT THE MS COMPOUND
Sniper looked at the building. Several of the windows were blown out, and there was fire coming out of two of them. Sniper walked up to the door, and there was a note pinned to it: “Dear Sniper. Had huge confrontation with Bill Gates; found out he has nothing to do with this. Left to go back to the HQ at 2:56. See you there.” Sniper looked at his watch. 2:59.
“GOD DAMN IT!” Shouted Sniper, obviously upset. He then set off for the HQ.
BACK AT THE SR POSSE HQ
“Hey Snipes.” said er-no, with a huge grin on his face. “Got a hot date with Sunny tonight.”
“That’s lovely. I wish I could get a girl like Sunny. Come to think of it, I wish I could get a girl.”
“You’ll learn someday, Sniper.”
“Anyway,” said Sniper, getting back to the point, “do we have any idea what could be causing this?”
“Well,” said Grix, taking off his spectacles, “We don’t really know what this IS. All we know is, the sun didn’t come up this morning. We don’t even know how it didn’t come up. It’s like the Earth stopped spinning, or something. Also, some strange things have been happening. FantasyMeister found out he could fly, and SHEEPY hasn’t said cheese, for, oh, 36 minutes. Something’s not right here.”
“I agree. Umm.” Said Sniper, who only really followed up to “this”.
#BOOM#
There was a huge explosion from the kitchen, and Ant stumbled out of the smoke, coughing.
”You’ll never guessed what happened,” he croaked, “I was watching The World’s Greatest Explosions of All Time on Sky, and, well, the World’s number one explosion actually exploded out of the TV.”
“What’s that smell?” Said Turbonutter, sniffing.
“Oh, it was a curry-related explosion.”
“Right, that’s it.” Said Grix. “Get your coats and a torch everyone, we’re off to find out what’s going on.”
“Where can we go?” Asked RastaBillySkank.
“We’re going to go the Upwire Oracle, it must know something.”
THE ROAD LEEDING UP TO THE ORACLE
There is a troll guarding the only path to the Oracle. He unfortunately, he looks very mean. Fortunately, he also looks very stupid.
“I’ll handle this.” Said Grix.
“Wot U doin round dere?” The troll asked.
“We are the SR Posse, a crime-fighting group of super heroes who want to save the World!” Said Grix, impressively. “This is er-no, RastaBillySkank, SHEEPY, Goatboy, Grim Fish, Your Honour, FantasyMeister, Ant, Meka Dragon, Sniper, Turbonutter, ssxpro, M16, Bonus, Swish and I Am The Tarrant. And I am Grix Thraves.”
“I’m sorry, are you I Am The Tarrant or Grix Thraves”
“I’m Grix Thraves”
“Then who’s I Am The Tarrant?”
“No, you’re a troll, I Am The Tarrant is here.”
“So you’re I Am The Tarrant?”
”No, I’m Grix Thraves. He’s I Am The Tarrant.”
With that, the troll gave a puzzled look, his eyes glazed over, and he passed out.
“Stupid troll.” Said Grix.
The gang heard a thud from behind them. Sniper had passed out.
“Urrgh.” Said Grix. “Someone pick him up.”
AT THE UPWIRE ORACLE
“Oracle! Hear me!” Shouted Grix, in a mighty voice.
“What do you want?
“Do you have any idea what’s going on here?”
“No, not really.”
“Oh. Damnit.”
“But I know someone who might.”
“Who?”
“You need to find the Magical Rainbird. He knows the answer. Find the Rainbird, and you shall know the truth!”
“Great. Thanks.”
“What’s the Rainbird, Grix?” Asked SHEEPY.
“The Rainbird, SHEEPY, is a rarely heard from creature that SR keep locked up in the top floor of their building. He is allowed out once every two weeks, to do their accounting.”
“Great.”
THE TOP FLOOR OF THE SR BUILDING
Grix walked up to the hatch of the Rainbird’s cell. He went to touch, but immediately drew his hand away, for it was burning hot.
“Everyone stand back.” He said, as he was wrapping a cloth round his hand.
He unhooked the hatch, and let it down. A jet of green-blue fire shot out of the hole, narrowly missing Grix’s arm. The blast hit Sniper full on, who had failed to realise the implications of a red-hot door. He was thrown back 50 yards and hit the brick wall with great force. The mortar gave way, and a few bricks were knocked out. ssxpro just managed to pull Sniper’s body away from the wall as the whole thing gave way. While Sniper’s liquid skeleton re-solidified, Grix talked to the Rainbird.
“Rainbird, do you know what’s going on here?”
“Urgh, someone … someone has … opened the, urgh, the White Spring of Magic, urgh. Excess … excess magic has been flowing into … into the World, urgh. You need to stem it’s flow. I … I have tried, urgh, to store most of it, but I … but I can’t hold any more. The spring is guarded by creatures … you must take five sacrifices. NOW GO! ARRRRRGHHH!!!!”
The Rainbird slumped to the ground and an octarine fluid oozed of the walls of its cell. It engulfed and concealed the Rainbird from view. The fluid then oozed back into walls, but the Rainbird was gone.
“Well.” Said Grix. “To the White Spring, then. But first, to get some sacrifices. To WWF forum!”
THE WHITE SPRING OF MAGIC
After a small fight and a bit of weird goings on, the SR climbed out of Turbonutter’s car at the Plain of the White Spring with Rakuga, cheatguru, 123123, willy boy and beatch.
“Your car has a surprisingly large amount of space inside it, Turbo.” Said Bonus.
“Yeah, I stole it off some doctor. I don’t know his name.”
“Doctor Who?”
“I said I don’t know his name!”
“I mean … whatever.”
“Why do we have to be sacrifices?” Cried 123123, butting in.
“Well, to put it bluntly, you all have appalling SPAG. Think yourselves lucky, it’s better than a violent prodding, which is what you all deserve.” Replied Turbonutter.
The group looked the Plain of the White Spring. It was a desolate place, with human skeletons littering the ground. There was something eerie about the skeletons: They were all reaching towards the same place. And in that place, was a huge blue-green swirling tornado, bristling with magical energy and spouting yellow lightning. But it was no ordinary tornado. It was swirling upwards from one spot, as if that spot was spewing the energy out.
“Wow.” Said ssxpro, speechless.
“Aha.” Said Time Warp.
“So, why do we need the sacrifices?” Asked Bonus.
“I don’t know.” Replied Grix. “Ah well, we’d better go then. It should only take us 5 minutes at walking-while-dragging-hostages pace.”
And off they set. But not 5 seconds, Grix saw some marking in the ground. In shaky letters, was written “SKROGS!”
“What are skrogs?” Asked Meka Dragon.
“I don’t know.” Mumbled Grix, looking worried.
“You know very well what they are”. Said the voice of Grix’s brain to Grix.
“I know I know, but I’m not going to tell them, or they’ll bolt.”
“I don’t think you need to tell them. Turn round.”
Grix turned round, to see 5 skrogs ambling round the side of a rock. They look very much like small T-Rexes, but have slippery red skin, huge protruding fangs and bright blue eyes. With a screeching roar, they spotted the group, and made chase.
“SKROGS!” Shouted Grix. “RUN!”
The group set off, but first Grix untied Rakuga and knocked him cold.
“That’ll give us some time.” He muttered, as he ran off.
The skrogs stopped to feast on Rakuga’s body. Soon they finished him and started running again. They were soon catching up, so Grix threw back 123123. The skrags finished him, so Grix hobbled willy boy and beatch. But whilst this was going on, cheatguru thought “Sod this for a bunch of bananas” and planned his escape. As they ran past a boulder, cheatguru wrenched his arm free of Grix’s grip and pressed his back against it.
“Oh no!” Cried Grix, as the skrogs ran past cheatguru. “We’re nearly at the spring, but the skrogs will catch us! We need someone to sacrifice themselves for the skrogs. Come on, someone, you will be remembered forever!”
“I’ve got an idea!” Said SHEEPY, with a grin on his face. “Sniper, think of a way to get us out of here!”
Sniper stopped dead, deep in thought…
…and was pounced on by the leading skrog. His blood splatted in an arc ahead or the posse, and a loud crunching sound could be heard behind them.
“Now everyone run as fast as you can!” Shouted Grix. “The skrogs are afraid of magic, get to the spring!”
The group made it to the spring, very shaken and tired.
“We’re here at last.” Said Grix.
SHEEPY was about to cover the spring with a rock when Grix shouted:
“Hang on, if we cover the spring, the skrogs will kill us!” They all looked at the skrogs, 10 yards away, stamping and scraping their feet, their skin dripping with matted hair and blood. “I’ve an idea. Grim Fish, use your power to blast them into little pieces.”
“OK then.”
Grim Fish stood with his legs apart in front of the group. He summoned all his concentration, and started to crackle with power. The skrogs backed off a little. Grim Fish focused a massive blast of energy towards one of the skrogs with an almighty roar. The beam bore a grove into the ground, and the skrog was engulfed. It lasted for almost 7 seconds, and Grim Fish slumped to the ground. The place where the skrog stood was swathed in smoke. The group held its breath whilst the smoke cleared. A gust of wind came, and what was left was … a slightly dazed skrog.
“It cannot be!” Exclaimed Grim Fish. “I put all my energy into that!”
Grim Fish broke down in tears.
“Don’t worry Grim Fish. I have a cunning plan!” Said er-no. “Trust me on this. Step into the spring!”
”WHAT! Are you mad! I’ll die!”
“Trust me!”
“OK, but only because you’re my friend, and I don’t believe you’d lie.”
Grim Fish stepped into the spring.
The blue tornado turned a burning white orange, and a pulse of energy shot out of it towards the sky. Strange sound came out of it, a mixture between a scream and a roar, and a huge wind whipped up. Out of the spring came bright flashes of blue light balls of molten rock. Soon, the chaos died down, and out stepped Grim Fish, but he was different. He was wearing what looked like bionic skin, with copper tracks running through it. It wasn’t Grim Fish, it was his next evolution level, Fish-e!
“OORRAAAAAAGGGHH!!!” Screamed Fish-e.
He pointed his finger at the skrog, and almost effortlessly, a great bolt of lightning shot out of his entire arms. It struck the beast and blasted it into small lumps of burnt skrogs. He turned to the others.
“You looking at me?” He said.
The skrogs backed off a few yards, then turned to run, all trying to put as much distance between them and Fish-e.
SHEEPY handed Fish-e a rock and said
“Do you wish to do the honours?”
With that, Fish-e stemmed the flow of the White Spring, and with a quiet whooshing sound, the excess magic came rushing back. The group backed off, as the last dregs drained back in.
“Well, that was good.” Said Grix. “Now, what say we get back, put the kettle on and watch Big Brother?”
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THE END
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Thank you for reading my story.
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Grix Thraves wrote:
> VenomByte wrote:
"Write a story including all the top 100
> posters...."
Hmmmm...
Oh, did you have to, you've given Grix an idea now :D
> VenomByte wrote:
"Write a story including all the top 100
> posters...."
Hmmmm...
Oh, did you have to, you've given Grix an idea now :D
VenomByte wrote:
"Write a story including all the top 100 posters...."
Hmmmm...
"Write a story including all the top 100 posters...."
Hmmmm...
Monkey_With_Attitude wrote:
> I never get meantioned in storys :-(
Still, nice one turbonutter
Don't lie, you were in my story!
And nice one turbonutter, it actually made me want to read it all [my English teacher told me that to use in my SATS!!!]
> I never get meantioned in storys :-(
Still, nice one turbonutter
Don't lie, you were in my story!
And nice one turbonutter, it actually made me want to read it all [my English teacher told me that to use in my SATS!!!]
What's a saiyin?
I think the posse should be the top 50 posters. So probably.
I got a mention, I am in the posse?? Have i been beckoned in, out of the cold??
I never get meantioned in storys :-(
Still, nice one turbonutter
Still, nice one turbonutter
That means i gotta be in that one!
Here's a challendge to anyone who's brave enough:
Write a story including all the top 100 posters....
Write a story including all the top 100 posters....
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