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Post by Cherrio (A.K.A O___o;;) on Nov 4, 2006 15:55:44 GMT -5
I got this from horselovers.net forums, and I thought it was awesome. So all you do is bang your head on the keyboard once, and see what you can come up with.
Don't worry, it can be UTTERLY pointless. I'll start.
ghbty Good Hobos Bought Terry's Yeti
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Post by alpacas4eva on Nov 4, 2006 16:01:49 GMT -5
Oh, this sounds fun!
fgtkihych Freakishly Great Tasting Kool-Aid Is Holding Your Cat Hostage ??
Hmm... That's a little weird.
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Post by darkblood_alchemist on Nov 4, 2006 16:51:29 GMT -5
hsdio Help short dogs in offices??
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Post by bram on Nov 4, 2006 16:55:53 GMT -5
hyfdos Hey You Freaking Duck On Speed?
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preada58
Jet
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Post by preada58 on Nov 4, 2006 17:05:50 GMT -5
nyuhjgbfv
No yams unless hippos jamming, go bombard flaming vans?!?
;D
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Post by gigirl942 on Nov 4, 2006 17:09:32 GMT -5
hyyu
horyo's yams yank uranium?
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Post by ILZ on Nov 4, 2006 17:10:48 GMT -5
ythb
Young tiger hunting bugs??
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Post by gigirl942 on Nov 4, 2006 17:12:58 GMT -5
jhun
jerald hunts urine nymphs
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Serene Muffin
Ba Sing Se Iroh
Avatard Spazz-a-holic
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Post by Serene Muffin on Nov 4, 2006 17:16:02 GMT -5
That sounds like fun..... and pain. ;D
fgh
Fudge Ghoul Hogs?
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Post by Cherrio (A.K.A O___o;;) on Nov 4, 2006 19:40:58 GMT -5
yuh
You Umbrella House!
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Post by Taintedmushroom on Nov 4, 2006 19:42:30 GMT -5
fvgtrgb
fred votes garbage to recycle goat boats...?
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Grandi
Bato
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Post by Grandi on Nov 4, 2006 19:44:23 GMT -5
But I'm on a laptop and it would break.
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Post by alpacas4eva on Nov 4, 2006 19:45:16 GMT -5
mwcbkc Mike Was Consumed By Killer Cockroaches
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Wilderness Writer
Wolf Sokka
Zutarian Propaganda Writer
~Weaver of Words~
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Post by Wilderness Writer on Nov 4, 2006 20:11:42 GMT -5
gbhv
Taking it a step further and turning it into a story (cuz that what I do, doncha know)
"Good bye." Hayla's voice seemed to hang in the air for a moment, a frail and broken-winged butterfly, before it was crushed by the tempestuous wind that whipped of the sea. She knew it never reached the ears of the warriors that lined the ship's railing, but then, it wasn't really meant for them. It was meant for herself.
Hayla watched the ship depart into the orange-red of coming dawn, the sky streaked with a smattering of blood-red color, an ominous and terrible foreshadowing of what was to come. The ship carried her father and her brothers away, along with the village chief and the boys who had once been her childhood friends, back when mothers still scolded about dirt on their clothes and the village elders sat in pools of sunlight and the smell of hot tapai drifted out of the doors from the cookfires.
It had been a long time since the days she would race those boys to the old tree and back. Maturity and work had hardened their muscles and war had hardened their faces. Hayla turned before the ship could dissapear entirely into the horizon. A part of her longed to go with it, to escape into battle and lose herself in the blood and mindless savagery of war.
She could escape the waiting, and with it the daily worry of what would happen if they didn't win... about the consequences of Ozai's final and complete rule. About what would happen to her younger sisters, her home, and the frail but treasured pieces of what was left of her nation if her father and brothers came back defeated... or didn't come back at all.
But she could not escape. She remained a fixed point between sea and sky, standing on the furthest rock of her homeland. As her final goodbye slipped from her lips, she acknowledged the end of her childhood innocence, carelessness, and freedom, and shouldered the heavy burden of silent bravery, knowing that she faced the task of keeping what was left of her village together, and surviving whatever was to come.
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Post by Kirsten on Nov 5, 2006 2:26:48 GMT -5
okay, that will be pretty embarassing if somebody walks in when you're doing that
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