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a. Stick to the plot
b. don't post too much. 1 line is preferable.
c. don't post anything abusive as if you do i will edit it out from the final version.
This is like a follow up to the saga of stick.
Its a new story and i want loads of people to contribute.
No really stupid posts please.
Ill go first.
Keep it short
That was Dringo's Bad "Gaming" Day.
Story over.
The mammoth had absorbed the rest of the notables and was charging towards Dringo with the horde of newbies swarming behind it.
Dringo could take no more, he threw the PS2 at the them and watched as the nuclear warheads blew them all away.
There were no remains.
The Giraffe who'd been driving the lorry earlier on appeared before him.
"You have defeated the Eeeeeeeevil Mammoth type Notable! Now you are the ruler of the forum. It'll be great!"
Pro Evo, YH and all the other regulars who appeared in this story grabbed him and hauled onto a throne.
Dringo gave a very ticked off look.
"Great! Of all the people I don't like and I'm stuck in a room full of them!"
He looked at the camera, and sighed.
"Well, here I am, Dringo the Notable, King of alllllllll the forums. Who'd have thought that?
Not I.
Now you know why I'm here but I wish I wasn't. All I want is to go home, with the Gamecube, possibly a bit of Notable hunting here and there...
But that's not going to happen now.
It's all gone.
Gone.
Gone for good."
Eerie music plays...
The mammoth got bored and went decided to try and get on TV. It got onto the set of The new british gas advert with Paul Whitehouse but ran away, back to Fog Prime, when Paul shouted Ggggrrrrr at it.
By this time....