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Tell me a story.
Best story wins prem scroll on rowana
I gonna win!
joey walkin along grass
redhead kevin walk along grass
throw runed sword at joey
joey screams
joey has green hair
there is a tree behind joey
here is img
of battle
http://i59.tinypic.com/af8xw6.png
Dominated by the most ruthless botters and intense ragers, Deletera had fallen into a state of chaos. The mighy warriors Joey and Kevin realized this, and decided to capitalize on the chaotic state of the world. They planned to dominado it with their army of characters. They used their patented methods to transfer multiple characters to Deletera, then conquered the world using their amazing PvP skills.
the end gg
I lost it.Quote:
Originally Posted by DarkstaR
Once a wild warrior stopped me on my way so I did, he told me too give him all of my money or he would kill me, I did but he killed me anyway =[
there once was a battle on Calva which knuda survived from..
Aaaand I lied, the end.
Story time will end tomorrow 21.00 cet
True story by the way.
When we were 16, my buddy kept bitching about how everyone who says they cant quit smoking is a pussy. He said its gotta be easy. just stop doing it. So he said he would smoke cigs daily for 6 months. then quit on the spot just to show how much of a pussy everyone is. 6 months later i said dude, u gotta quit now. He said he didnt feel like it. 9 yrs later.. still smoking.
Summer vacation had just begun. The sun shone and the birds chirped. Everything felt fine. None of Kevins friends were at home that day so he decided to take a refreshing walk in the woods on their own. A few miles from where he lived was a hunting cabin he was thinking of going to. He packed up a little picnic and was on his way. After a half-hour walk, he began to glimpse the house among the trees.Quote:
Originally Posted by Knuda
As he approached the house he noticed that there was already someone there. Of rotten fish and flesh to judge, it was some trolls who were there. From the cottage heard chatter, laughter and happy exclamations. Kevin has never been shy but went to the house and opened the door.
When he got into the cabin, all fell silent and looked surprised and disconcerted him. Inside, he saw something he had never seen before. Here was seven trolls with splendid stalls and j*rked apparently over a large cinnamon bun. He was therefore surprised them in the act! Sure, he had heard of runkbulle but he did not think there was real.
"What the f*ck are you trolls doing?" He said in surprise, and looked at the trolls. They looked back at him embarrassed and tried unsuccessfully to hide their stiff limbs. There was no answer. It was obvious that everyone already had the trip and he looked curiously at the soaked cinnamon bun. The trolls had apparently done a good job. It actually looked real good out with all the white sticky "icing".
Since he do not know what got into him. He surprised even himself when he asked if he could eat up the sticky pastry. Without waiting for an answer, he picked up the unabashedly soaked bun and brought it to his mouth. He carefully took a small bite. It tasted wonderfully of salt. Semen he had eaten earlier and he actually belong to the people who think it tastes pretty good, but eating it on a bun was something completely new.
He took another bite and looked irritably at the guys who just gaped. He enjoyed every new chew. When he ate the bun he licked seductively by his sticky fingers. Then he looked at the trolls again and said in a clear and irritable voice: "Yum huh godt! Can I get another one?".
They couldn't believe what they were hearing, but it finally broke the silence. First came some applause and whistles. Then they released unabashedly present their stiff trollbodies again. Sure, he would get a creamy bun! After placing a new bun in place in mid-wank ring began frantically jacking their troll-d*cks again. It was pretty exciting as a shemale to sit with seven masturbating trolls. As they moaned and puffed. It was noticeable that they were enjoying themselves.
Now it was time for the grand finale! One by one, they roared off their load over the bun. It was no small batches either, they milked on properly! When they were finished they looked expectantly at Knuda when he happily started eating at his second runkbulle. It tasted just as good as the first. When he finished up the second bun, it was time to go home. He thanked the trolls for the pleasant company and not least for the yummy buns. Then He went home happy, satisfied and happy. After this incident, Knuda was called "runkebulle-slukarn" by the troll kingdom.
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