Wyrdysm Games

You forgot the cat.

Whaaat? Are you guys all crazy? Attach a leg! THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES!

You would never lose a three legged race again!

jwa8402 wrote:

Magick wrote: That's not funny, and it was clearly uncalled for. fix'd.

If Lizzie is offended by it then I apologize. I've never been good with possessive apostrophe placement, and I know it offends some people. I hope you won't think I'm a bad person...

HAHAHAHAHAHA

/wipes away tear.

EriErin wrote:Here's another sample log, though it was actually an IRC conversation. I wish I made that stuff up.

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Actually, screw that. I wish to sex the glasses girl.

***Typing...

ISIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS


*** !!LEVEL COMPLETE!!
!!LEVEL THREE!!

:S

*** !!LOG COMPLETE!!

I laughed sooo hard the first time I read that... and this just reminded me of it .

I say take all the arms you can get... they're useful for throwing at people! Regrow your missing arm and attach the new one to your chest or something. Name: Jason Daniels The story behind his extra arm and thumbs, is simple. Throughout his years of life, Daniels found that one thumb is never enoug...

My last name is Christmas o.o

Give the guy a break...

The middle ship is a multipiece aegis whore .

Well apparently animals in this world are huge and sentient, so the possibilties are endless... housefly, anyone?

http://www.clonk.de/gallery/ce/splitscreen.jpg

and

http://www.clonk.de/gallery/cp/battle.png

Buuttt stickyyy... serves you right :x.

Look for a door. And exit stage left.

Grab the stick, of course!

Oh wait, it isn't a stick? What is it... a- a wand?! Eww, much less interesting. Take the gun and use it as a club, repeatedly banging it against the crab shouting "Die, die, die!" until it realeases you.

Facing away from open space and the center of the hanger, Garion's only clue of what was going on behind him was the loud crash of something relatively big and the screech of metal on metal. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he waited a few moments before cracking his n...

It's a penis.

Garion's eyebrows arched as the soldiers filed into the hangar. Flexing his fingers, he telekinetically grabbed hold of their weapons and prepared to rip them out of their hands at the slightest signal of trouble. Then, another uniformed feline walked into the room. Or rather - No, that can't be. Th...