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I guess there's a reason you omitted this:

Kevin: lol
I am an epic winrar
time for a double jerkoff
me: ...
Kevin: http://video.****************************
you have to see this
****ing hilarious

Alright alright I give, shaddup and lemme finish this segment or I really will colour you pink, Klaus >_>

So that this page does not solely contain Klaus' and my conversation about a pornographic video clip that HE watched and I did not, I will post the next segment here:



It was one of the biggest hospital-budget-blowout debacles Strop had ever faced. True, part of it was due to the fact that there was no budget for Armor Hospital, and Armor Hospital was the only hospital in all of the land of ArmorGames, but still, between Nemo's act of terrorism and Strop-nurse's zeal in bandaging every cut and scrape the victestants suffered (thank god for the indemnity forms they all unwittingly signed at registration). Strop didn't even bother checking Cen for any evidence of injury before he broke out the plaster. But of course, part of Strop wasn't about to do that anyway, because it was funny to see whether Cenere could see through plaster. Which, obviously, he couldn't.

All the victestants stood in a scraggly line outside the Armor Hospital. The seasons were moving, the morning now becoming cool and slightly damp, and so everybody was restless, shifting this way and that and wondering what would happen next.

"Ahem," Strop coughed. Everybody turned to face him.

"We have now come to the conclusion of the Steeplechase." Strop fidgeted before continuing: "I do apologise for... the technical difficulties we had during the round."

There was a very uncomfortable silence, as the images of the victestants' collective damage burned into Strop's mind. Dudeguy managed to escape any damage thanks to his tar and feather armor, but getting it out of his hair resulted in irrepairable damage to his mohawk. Manta's wig was also history. Frank also managed to escape serious injury, with the exception of his eyebrows, which had been singed to a crisp. Many others, however, had been gashed, smashed, bruised and battered or otherwise burnt in the conflagration. And everybody else... was missing. Presumably quit, of course.

"Well, then, I think what would be best is if we had a few days to rest, then-"

That was as far as Strop got before he realised that nobody was paying any attention to him. They all had their eyes fixated on some point behind Strop. Strop blinked, then he turned.



When the smoke cleared...

Oh shit. He is going to eat me.

Would have been so much more epic if I hadn't seen the Klaus page on dA first. But yay!

Hahaha, I like it Zophia. I'm not going to archive it, because it would ruin my narrative pacing, but I was thinking of somehow archiving all related material elsewhere...

Papyrus, Calibri and Arial?

FYI, I don't have a mohawk..... -.-

I am jealous of klaus for having a pipe.

My wig... ;-;

I'm tempted to draw my own picture of Manta kneeling over the burnt remains of his hairpiece.

It should of been a bong though strop

I am jealous of klaus for having a pipe.

I'm tempted to draw my own picture of Manta kneeling over the burnt remains of his hairpiece.

FYI, I don't have a mohawk..... -.-

Ok not to brag but that picture is so epically awesome it is going in my WoM Scrapbook.

We're doomed. It's Klaus...and he has a pipe.

DUN DUN DUUUN.

*rides away in wheelchair*

FYI, I don't have a mohawk..... -.-

It should of been a bong though strop

p.s.

We're doomed. It's Klaus...and he has a pipe.

You do not realise how significant this statement is.