23.12.2009 - 23:27 Laser purchased(1) - 40.000 Credits 23.12.2009 - 23:23 Ship purchased(1) - 100.000 Credits
Age 94, Male
the 3 bobs
Your school
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Joined on 2/23/07
Marco looked out of the window. The anomaly was still there for everyone to see, a second sun, blazing as brightly as old Sol. Yesterday evening he had assumed that the light was simply some sort of comet, making a brilliant but brief display before it hurtled back off into outer space.
It looked like the ball of light was here to stay, a permanent fixture. Most peculiar. Perplexing, even.
2 magnifoyn glaces _under_da_2britballz_ be equal 2x lightpow 2 bake a cake
It was time to get dressed. Zooey, the beautiful young courtier he met yesterday, would soon arrive at the Hotel to escort him to the Palace precincts.
Marco still knew very little about the commodity which would be the subject of the trade negotiations. He hated to be so ill informed. For a momemt, Marco thought about his tutor Captain Pie, remembering the old man's insistance that "Knowledge was the key to all power". The Captain would be horrified at the present situation, would have yelled at his pupil for "Working blind" or "Fighting in the dark" !
Sometimes it's worth taking a risk. Marco had heard some very intriguing rumours about King Yobtengam. If even half of them turned out to be true... well, it was worth investing some time and a little money to find out for sure.
He tried on a Fararragol hat, but his mirror image looked absurd, the local costume just looked absurd on his tall thin frame. It was proably best to stick with his Explorer Club uniform, since he was representung the old firm, after all.
;very original;;; i ask, have you pen,ciled this st'ory b:efore pu/tted on this newgr.ounds?
I haven't written it before - I am just making it up as I go along
yo its september
Marco laced up his boots and decided that he would wait for Zooey's arrival in the lobby with a cup of coffee.
He locked the hotel room behind him and started to descend the mahogany staircase. As he passed a narrow window, a distant glint of light caught his attention, and he paused to stare at a parachutist slowly drifting past some of the high rise towers in the commercial zone. He's drifting towards the river, thought Marco.
He was briefly tempted to try out his new sensor suite and scan the chutist, but he had been warned many times not to advertise the presence of his implants while on King Yobtengam's world, and he managed to rein in the impulse to carefully scrutinise the slow falling figure, miles distant.
As far as he knew, this world only had Zeppelins and hot air baloons for sky travel. Maybe there was a Zeppelin in trouble somewhere over the city, and the pilot had bailed out. Marco forced himself to turn away from the window and continue down the stairs. It would not do to get distracted. He had lost count of the times his backers had repimanded him for becoming "sidetracked". It was always possible that his masters had observers stationed in the hotel to monitor him. They all seemed obsessed with PR and marketing these days, much to Marco's quiet disgust.
He hailed the porter's assistant and handed him a few coins to buy a strong java, picked up a newspaper from the rack, and made himself comfortable in the lounge to await the pretty courtier.
king yobtengam = magnetboy.
I suspect a hidden omtish attack
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harb. HARB HARB
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oh hai 2008
2010
Zooey checked her mikes were all working. Woven into various different parts of her clothes, they all fed back into a transmitter integrated into the back of her coat.
Each one had to be individually tested before she embarked on this little errand. It was all probably a waste of time, she doubted that Sargeant Solo would let anything slip about his real reason for visiting. His dossier might show evidence of insubordination and eccentricity, but he was a professional with many years experience.
However, orders are orders. Maybe the analysts were expecting the Sargeant to fall for a pretty face when he was lonely and far from home, confess his sins to a sympathetic ear. Ridiculous, but one must always be prepared for every possibility, no matter how improbable.
This task could be a stepping stone to more rewarding work. Zooey suspected that she had only been selected as the Sargeant's liaision because she was "his type of girl". Still, you have to swallow your pride when starting something new.
The final mike responded with a little green light. She was good to go.
She activated the Watchdog system and let the apt lock itself behind her as she walked to the elevators.
6.823/5
its good.
So there was this Prince, and he was getting married to Katie whatsername.
He's out on his stag night, with his pals the Ninth Earl of Rochester, Baron Von Bullion, Lord Lucre and the Duke of Dorktown.
They all end up drinking in some tiny dark little club at 3.00 AM, and Prince Bill is slightly inebriated. His companions keep telling him "This is your last night of freedom before you become a married man, you've got to make the most of it, go crazy. The Earl convinces him to snort a line of this white powdery stuff off the surface of a mirror, and the Duke pays one of the lapdancers to show Prince Bill how she can make her tassels twirl. Lord Lucre takes some photos.
Everything becomes a bit of a blur for Prince Bill, and he wakes up to find himself naked and chained to a lamp post on the Portobello Road.
The next morning, his head is hurting and he feels like a dead man, but his mom still wants an explanation from him about why his naked pictures are plastered all over the front page of the tabloids.
Thinking about the actions of his "friends" the Earl, the Duke, the baron and Lord Lucre, Bill protests to his mom :
"Your majesty, I have been a victim of Peer Pressure".
Ba-dum - Tish...
I THINK I GHOT IT
So there were these two cops, preparing to go out a deal with a riot in Brixton.
One is checking his stun gun, and he notices that the battery seems to be low. He asks his partner : "Say, can I borrow your tazer, mine's low on juice ?"
His buddy replies
"Sure, knock yourself out ".
pfunny^^
The cake is a lie.
that does not apply
fuck you bro.
. cake some tunes: taste like? Also, cake you is a lie here's bro. What fuck The does your
So Farmer Murphy - that fella who grows all the wheat and keeps a few chickens ? I head he has been nominated for a Nobel Prize.
Apprently they decided he deserved it for being Outstanding in his Field.
lol because hes the only one standing in the field :C
worst rapper on newgrounds = qshitthe11fruit
hi c
what is it even are you even talking about?? how HIGH do you even have to BE to talk like that?>?
who even ARE you??
why are you even not even responding to my comments???
im getting really angry grr
quit spreading shit about me im getting REAAALLLYYY MAAADDD GRRRRR
spamer fag!!!
piecaptin
lmfao.
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