Day 20
Man, that shit looks comfortable.
Someone's cryin', someone's dyin'. It's a regular fucking country song in the front yard.
Here's a snap of FG's current needs.
How the hell is he so comfortable?!
Well, fresh piss is sort of warm, maybe. Not that I, your esteemed host and executioner have any basis for compari*cough*cough*cough* aspirated a little water there hey look over here at this.
Yeah? Wait'll he's dead.
Euronymous and that random guy I could care less about, leave. I am just laying in wait now, for Esco to try. Once he's in that front yard...
Could this narrow fence gauntlet POSSIBLY be a trap? I don't know, I don't really think so. This is a family show.
OBOY!
SPROING!
AHAHAHA! The befuddled, stupid fucker just paces back and forth, bitching about the lack of a doorway.
This is awesome.
Etcha got promoted from barista to the guy that changes film at a movie theatre. Keeping in step with realism, this netted him a $780 bonus.
Etcha slips into bed for some well-deserved rest, dreaming abouFUCK ALIENWARE.
It's a bright and sunny morning.
So, Otik takes it upon himself to further torment Rathen in the bathroom. What a vindictive bitch he is.
Otik here is saying, "Would you guys get the fuck out so I can shower?" Etcha then tells Rathen a dirty joke about how his ass shook all over the place and then the whole world exploded.
Otik then exploded the whole shower.
Oh did he now.
He pissed himself, then fell asleep standing up. I'm sure once he wakes up he's going to take that lost grade right on the lip.
Esco helps the flowers grow.
As usual, some dumbass starts a kitchen fire, and GIIRyudo's right there, terrified out of his wits, and screaming like a bitch.
OH SNAP.
Ok, now you'd think right here that Etcha's objective was trying to find a way in to plead for FG. But, he wanted in very badly only to...
...sigh.
Duey shows up and he's pissed he can't get in there... to cry softly.
The weeping starts, and just look at Death. He's all, "ROFL pwnd, faggots!"
He then calls some shout-outs on his nifty Death-phone.
CAROL ANNE! GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT HONEY!
Then it was over, just like that.
Death is pretty bad-ass I'd say.
Everyone had little tomstones over their head and were crying a bit.
Let's see how the fire situation is...
You must be fucking kidding me.
Mourning can wait when Otik wants to see if he can get his lamp rubbed until the genie spurts out.
A little clean-up, and a lot of closure.
Now we can focus on the dick we WANT dead.
WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT
uh thanks?
He's playing Chopin or some shit. It sounds pretty great. He's on his very last creativity point there. I hope he paints something soon.
Ob proceeds to walk around the house doing normal things but busts out crying left and right. One of his wants is to ressurrect FG? Fuck that, that's creepy.
Rathen starts crying in front of the computer. But this fucker leaks more often than Bush administration CIA, so who the hell knows what its over, now.
I go look to see why Otik hauled ass outside...
And it's Pikminhead!
And then she leaves. Lovely.
I've been notified by the game Ripley has until tomorrow and then she is going to grow again.
Ripley gets her homework started and disturbs the slumbering jock homosexual.
Sleep tight, kittenchops.