03-29-2005, 01:59 AM
?Hoo-haw! Hoo-heffaw! Kick him in the pooper!?
Two ogres, on the ever-guarded borders of Hell, were watching a wrestling match on Snobbit Television, cheering one steroid-enhanced fighter to win over another steroid-enhanced fighter. The air around them retained the kind of musty flair gathered from 103 years without a proper bath.
Just before the wrestler performed his signature move, the Armpit of Stolid Strength (A.S.S), a knock reverberated off their door.
Annoyed at the interruption, one ogre scowled, ?Who the hell is it??
In came a small boy, with an ancient stapler in one hand, and a small poster in the other.
?Um?sirs? I?ve got some information here from Mayor Crusty?? the boy stuttered.
Sighing, the two ogres turned off the television and stomped their way over. The boy handed them the poster and, gagging from the stench of it all, ran back three paces and fell over.
The two ogres huddled over the poster, reading its contents.
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THE FIRST ANAL CRUSTY MARATHON!
That?s right, the very first Crusty Marthon, held by me, Mayor Crusty! This grand race will be so groundbreaking, it is a guaranteed way to secure your place in the anals of history! Don?t miss it!
Registration will be at the Rapsody Pavilion in Heaven. For this special event, the Border Guards of Heaven and Hell will even let warriors from the Place Down Below enter the competition!
Remember, this will be an anal event! If you miss it this year, you?ll have to wait until next year! Be there!
-Mayor Crusty
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Laughing at the misspellings of the poster, the ogres hunched themselves over and blared the information through the intercom.
?Attention all you fleabags! Mayor Crusty is having a Race. If you want to join in, come to the South-East-East-West Border #213, and register.?
((OOC: Just post in here, roleplaying about your character signing up.))
Two ogres, on the ever-guarded borders of Hell, were watching a wrestling match on Snobbit Television, cheering one steroid-enhanced fighter to win over another steroid-enhanced fighter. The air around them retained the kind of musty flair gathered from 103 years without a proper bath.
Just before the wrestler performed his signature move, the Armpit of Stolid Strength (A.S.S), a knock reverberated off their door.
Annoyed at the interruption, one ogre scowled, ?Who the hell is it??
In came a small boy, with an ancient stapler in one hand, and a small poster in the other.
?Um?sirs? I?ve got some information here from Mayor Crusty?? the boy stuttered.
Sighing, the two ogres turned off the television and stomped their way over. The boy handed them the poster and, gagging from the stench of it all, ran back three paces and fell over.
The two ogres huddled over the poster, reading its contents.
--------------------------------
THE FIRST ANAL CRUSTY MARATHON!
That?s right, the very first Crusty Marthon, held by me, Mayor Crusty! This grand race will be so groundbreaking, it is a guaranteed way to secure your place in the anals of history! Don?t miss it!
Registration will be at the Rapsody Pavilion in Heaven. For this special event, the Border Guards of Heaven and Hell will even let warriors from the Place Down Below enter the competition!
Remember, this will be an anal event! If you miss it this year, you?ll have to wait until next year! Be there!
-Mayor Crusty
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Laughing at the misspellings of the poster, the ogres hunched themselves over and blared the information through the intercom.
?Attention all you fleabags! Mayor Crusty is having a Race. If you want to join in, come to the South-East-East-West Border #213, and register.?
((OOC: Just post in here, roleplaying about your character signing up.))
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