god these lil bastards seriously wanna kill me ._. well anyhow im just gonna just take this skull and walk far away and when i turn my back some overly serious rpger is gonna try and get all mad max shit on me by throwing in grudges with each other and i just really really want this skull D:

my skull.... i took it and walked away thats right

*still has skull*

Krio walks by.oh!what is this?some guy with a skull?okay!krio walks over to him and says if "if you give me the skull i will kill you okay?"He takes the skull and savagely stomps voltage.



My skull b!tches.

Voltage out for 3

Skull_ripper watches the brutal yet entertaining kicktasticness from afar, then springs forth wielding a hypnotist! Using the hypnotic power of... well... hypnotism, to hypnotize Darklioness, he grabbed the skull, but being unable to control himself, he made her breakdance for an hour. He made his escape before she could snap out of it and take retribution on him.

MY SKULL!!!

DL out for two.

Deathdrop, realizing the tobacco had done nothing to calm his nerves, spun his cigarette between his fingers and slammed it into the ash tray, drowning the little flames in the grey soot. He could have put it out anywhere; the entire room was covered in the shit. No. There was protocol to be followed. It didn't matter if he were swimming in a sea of bloody ash, the goddamn cig buds went in the goddamn ash tray. Always.

"Wait a minute... I don't smoke."

Before the thought could hit him-REALLY hit him-another plowed through his mind as if fired from a gun: what the hell was he holding?

"Deathdrop," said Bloo, "If you wanted to give me a handjob, you could have just asked."

AAAAAAHAHHHHH!!!

Deathdrop woke up screaming. There was something important. Something he needed to remember... Were there posts to be deleted? The chimp in bed next to him seemed to think so.

"Listen, you swine," growled the primate, "I don't have any time for your shit today. You need to wake up and delete those goddamn posts."

AAAAHAHAHHH!

Deathdrop awoke again, hopefully for real this time. The glow of the computer was still there, still radiating its harsh glow. The space behind his eyes stung, and so he dutifully kept looking. And typing. And looking. And typing. He wondered if this is what moths felt just before hitting a bug-zapper.

It was late. He had hoped the Ny-Quil wouldn't kick in until at least 1:00AM, but that was Ny-Quil for you. God, what had he been about to do?

Oh, right.

YOUR POSTS ARE TOO FUCKING SHORT, he began typing. Best to put it in all-caps, so people knew he was yelling. Which he wasn't, but it looked better in type. Which it didn't, but he just couldn't be bothered to overthink it just now. The little dash kept blinking away, underlining the uncompleted sentence again and again.

He'd been appointed the "job" of moderator at age 15, back when this sort of shit had still seemed important, and there was moderating to be done. These people just didn't get it. They kept putting less than two sentences in their posts. It was enough to drive him insane-except is wasn't. It was significant on only the basest of levels, and even then it wasn't that big of a deal.

More Louis Theroux documentaries, then. Then maybe some porn. And after that, maybe-MAYBE-he'd get around to deleting the offending posts and telling the people to put at least two fucking sentences in their posts.

Maybe.

MY SKULL!!!111!!!!1

Emerging from the darkness of where ever the hell he was previously. The legendary and fantasticaly handsome and poor speller after only a week of watching television, Tawganator. He lived by the philosophy of if it looks like what it sounds like then it probably is right, unless you go by this methos then in which case you probably did it wrong. And gramma. Failed gramma so bad that it was not funny and considered to be a handicap in most places. Anyway back to Tawganator the Amayzing.

Emerging from the darkness, Tawganator made his way to the nearest interent cafe' (or is it caf'e? Screw it I don't care anymore) and sat down a cushioned seat that was not as comfortable as it looked. "Damn strangers arse groove" he muttered to himself. The great Tawganator noticed that Deathdrop was on and began spaming him with the most stupidest of outdated and over used memes that cannot be typed here (mainly due to the fact that I am lazy and don't know many memes to begin with).

While Deathdrop was destracted deleting all of the "urgent" marked spam, Tawganator crept into his place and took the Skull. With the Skull in one hand and a bag of skittles that he also grabbed, Tawganator gleefuly skipped away.


MY SKULL

Deathdrop out for 1

krio looked at a gun and say "aw hell yeah,master chief is in the house bizzatches!" but suddenly realises that he doesn't have to make sense of this game. he just ate some poop and pissed out of his mouth,so who cares? it doesn't make sense! it doesn't make any sense! barney came in to kill tawganator but krio realized he could throw some more crap in there.

so he said,barney closed in on him and 50000000 nukes would hit him this instance but krio knew more could have been put into that.

so how about:barney closed into him,50000000 nukes where about to hit him AND jeff the killer would kill him.

BUT NO!!! KRIO WANTS TO F*CK SHIT UP AND SAYS:BARNEY CLOSED INTO HIM,500000000000000000000 NUKES WOULD KILL HIM,JEFF THE KILLER WAS AFTER HIM,JANE THE KILLER WAS AFTER HIM,BEN WAS AFTER HIM SLENDER MAN WAS CHOKING HIM AND SEXY CHICKS WHERE FOLLOWING HIM,MAKING HIM WANT TO COME CLOSER,BUT THERE WHERE THE OTHER THINGS CHASING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






TO F*CK IT UP EVEN MORE!!!!!!!


KRIO WAS SO FREAKING MAD AT THIS MOMENT HE ADDED EVEN MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BARNEY,50000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 NUKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEFF THE KILLER,JANE THE KILLER,BEN,SLENDY,SMILE DOG,MINCRAFT HEROBRINE,GLADOS,SEXY CHICKS,A ZOMBIE,JASON VOORHEES,THE CLOWN OF DEATH,JOKER,FREDDY KRUEGER AND MORE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


while you read all this crap,i took th skull.

my skull

tawaganator out for 3 because,i don't know why.

Then krio suddenly lost the Skull when it vaporized in his clutches.


Meanwhile in Antartica in some unknown area....

The Skull appeared in DarkLioness's hands, she smiled triumphantly.

"Yes...I have the Skull now and I shall keep it safe.



krio down for 3.

A plane dropped from the sky landing in the snow atop Darklioness, crushing her. Skull_ripper stumbled out wearing a party hat and a feather boa from an airborne party he did not remember, drunk as he could possibly be, he vomited several times causing steam to rise as the vodka and oreo puke melted the snow.

He tripped over something as he was walking in a circle, when he looked to see what it was he found the Skull which he promptly tried to mount but passed out in the act, when he awoke he was slightly less drunk.

He picked up the skull and clutched it to his chest as he wandered the arctic wastes in search of a gas station or pawn shop where he could find food,shelter and perhaps a feline friend named sassy to quest with.

Dl out for 2

MY SKULL!!!!!!!!

Oh good god you can really paint an image.

He woke inside the ground, where he had gone to sleep, but to a cold much unfamiliar. It was not cold like space, or like the winter, but something in between. He was in ice. The planet had turned without him. He started moving through the ice to where he saw a fire. A plane crash and a single mutilated body, of something that was still alive, but unable to move. Ah, but something else was alive, something that had left a trail. A circular trail, for some reason. He follows from inside the footsteps, hoping to find something that can still feel pain.

Unfortunately, NOPE. He finds skull_ripper, face-down in the snow, numb like a rabbit after an orgy, mumbling something about how "those cartoon bitches had it coming", holding... the skull.

Though coming back into the world after millions of years and finding that people were still trying to get the skull was a bit disappointing, he had to admit that it looked really shiny in that arctic light. So the Death Wraith took the shape of a Japanese schoolgirl, picked up the skull and strutted away to the tune of the Inspector Gadget theme song, leaving skull_ripper there for 1 turn to wake up from his alcohol induced coma.

Tawganator had followed the Skulls trail all over the place and it had taken him to the arctic wastes. This would be Tawganators' greatest adventure yet, until he triped over the half buried in snow Skull-Ripper. The kick must have woken the crazed drunk but only partialy as he was rambling on incoherently. Tawganator unable to make sence of the loon, threw a dollar at him and ran off, fell down a crevice and died.

*Groovy and Sciency sounds*

Steps in from a shining ball of light, Tawganator from the dimention next door in which he is the ultimate bad ass on a mission from God and is infused with the spirit of a 19th centuary psychopath with a heart of gold. Sensing the power eminating from one of the 9 ledgendary relics of Kome Tsu the great pig wrestler, Tawganator powers up his blue and green fusion drive trike named Cindy and makes tracks.

Upon the discovery of Death Wraith which was in the form of a Japanese schoolgirl, Tawganator grabed his 12 gauge and prepared to fire. The winds picked up and the sky darkened as the Death Wraith wailed to its challanger. The Skull began to glow a dark purple with its mysterious energies. The battle was on.

Tawganator fired from his trike at the schoolgirl, just missing the creature by inches. Death Wraith was a crafty foe and the power of the Skull was aiding him. Shadows formed around the Waith and from them came darker copies of himself in his schoolgirl form. Tawganator fired again and brought down one of the copies only to have the other give chase.

The copies were frighteningly fast but Tawganator was faster. On his trike he kept out of reach from the copies and blew them away one at a time between cool stunts. As the last copy hit the ground leaving a black blooded mess in the snow, Tawganator made for his prize. Death Wraith, now himself glowing with the powers of the Skull let out a blood curdling howl and brought dark lightning from the clouds to strike at Tawganator who was dodging every bolt like a boss, now meters away.

One big blast hit the trike and as it awesomly exploded Tawganator jumped in the air towards Death Wraith in a very epic fashion. "For Cindy!" He cried as he pulled the trigger.

The headless remains of the Japanese schoolgirl Death Wraith layed in the snow, still clutching onto the Skull. Tawganator let off witty one liner before pulling Skull from its fromer master/puppet. "Klaatu verata nicto" And like that the Skull was made powerless by the incantation. The storm began to clear and the Sun once again shun through. By the magic of it all, Death Wraith came back to life head and all in his true form, not remembering a thing.

Tawgantor helped Death Wraith up *Thwak!* and with a serious back hand knocked him unconcious. "That was also for Cindy". Tawganator takes off in his dimention hopping helecopter with Skull mounted on the front.



MY SKULL!!!

DeathWraith out for 2 because you REALLY feal it when you get bitch slapped by the Tawganator

Plese, tawg, it's wraith, not waith, it's an actual word.

krio licks his claws and sees the skull is in it as he laughs and makes it ungrabable to anybody because he used magic..... or something like magic... i thought it was called "lughahagu"....


i don't know who is out for 3 but it was the one who had the skull.

^It has to be three complete sentences Krio.

The predator known as Skull_ripper(That's an underscore not a dash) woke up alone in Antarctica, his ribs were bruised from being kicked or tripped over multiple times by someone or something, or maybe even more than one creature, he knew not.

He pulled out a bag of white powder for a little pick-me-up(you know what I mean bra) and snuffed a line to give him the boost he needed. He charged through the blizzard like a raging rhino, crushing several seals as he went in search of the skull. He eventually came across a huge colony of penguins that had never had any fun narcotics(Weird right?) and easily made them his drug addicted army, he marched long and hard with his new army at his back with an intent to destroy.

He came across the one known as Krio, a word bubble with but one sentence hovered above his head. The Yautja warrior bellowed at this terrible transgression to the sacred tradition of MY SKULL! He charged and tackled krio beating him mercilessly with the single sentence that krio had made without reading the previous post, BLASPHEMY! He took the skull gently from the clutches of the half-dead krio and marched away with his coke fiend penguins to the Savannahs of Africa where he built an animal empire of great power.

MY SKULL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Krio out for THREE!

The Death Wraith looked at himself and saw that he looked like a very fat middle-aged man, with glasses that had small, round frames. His arguably blond hair was split into two sides and he was wearing a T-shirt that had an orange lambda symbol on it. He couldn't remember how he had gotten in this state, which was very weird for a creature who is not subject to time-flow. Then, he saw skull_ripper get up and start sniffing some of the snow and it all made sense. That wasn't snow at all!

He quickly detoxed and looked back at what had occurred. He looked at the past events through both his and tawganator's memories, because they were just too trippy to miss. And then he looked at the real events. Apparently they both got so high from the stuff that was in Skull_ripper's plane that they just hugged and shat themselves and then tawg left with the skull while DW fell on the ice and tried to swim through it with one hand. Good thing no one had really been awake to see him do that.

While contemplating this, a sentence flew at him and got stuck in what was now his head, so he pulled it out and looked at it. It read "krio licks his claws and sees the skull is in it as he laughs and makes it ungrabable to anybody because he used magic..... or something like magic... i thought it was called "lughahagu"...."

This meant that tawganator no longer had the skull. The Death Wraith sunk into the ground and stepped outside the world to look at it from above. He saw three years go by and the rise of a great empire, which he didn't think was significant until he noticed that the emperor was skull_ripper and that he had the skull.




This was the peak of all civilization. No crime, no poverty, no disease. All the animals were happy and lived in peace. And all thanks to drugs. Nothing had gone wrong for three years, and skull_ripper was sitting proudly on his throne, in his temple-like castle. It was almost time for the weekly meeting with the delegates from the rest of the world, who all wanted to become subjects of this great African empire. SR and his advisors were walking down the well-lit corridor to the guest hall, talking about what was to be discussed and how everything should be approached. Of the three advisors, the one responsible with economy was walking behind SR and the other two were walking in front of him, so that they formed an equilateral triangle around the predator.

"I think you should talk about technological advancements." said one of the two advisors in front of him.

"I think you should talk about eco-" started the one in the back, but stopping mid-sentence.

SR turned and looked around, but there was no sign of the economical advisor anywhere. He thought this was some sort of prank, so he switched to his heat vision and saw that the advisor was... inside the floor. Switching back to wavelength vision, he turned to his other advisors, just in time to see them fall into the floor as if in a glitchy videogame. And then blood started dripping around him. Faster and faster, more and more, until it was almost pouring. He looked up and saw a puddle of blood on the ceiling and before he could react to it, a black, tendinous mass emerged out of the puddle, forming what looked like a human head. Except there were no eyes or teeth, just black tendons taking the shape of eyes and teeth and as the mouth opened everything beyond the puddle became dark and SR could hear a whispering voice coming from everywhere around him.

"I am the Death Wraith, the avatar of pain, I am the shadow inside the walls, I am the fear of immortality, the tears of weeping mothers and the blood of edgy teenagers who think it's cool to cut themselves for some reason. I'm here to take your skull."

The Death Wraith could feel the fear of being decapitated rise up inside skull_ripper as he touched his temple with his right hand, so he added "No, not that skull, the queen skull, you know."

"Oh." said SR, becoming visibly more relaxed.

"Yeah, so give it." said the whispered voice.

"Well I don't have it on me. I mean it's a freaking queen's skull, it's not like I can just keep it in my pocket, it wouldn't even fit in this corridor."

"Oh, right, heh..." said DW, somewhat embarrassed. "So where is it hidden?"

"It's... it's on top of the throne, it's not hidden anywhere, it's on display, right there, like a trophy, you know."

"I see. I'll just go get it then." said Death Wraith as he retracted back into the ceiling. "G'day m8!"

"What? This is Africa, not Australia" said SR a bit annoyed.

"Whatever nerd." was the last echo that could be heard as the narrow corridor became well-lit again and the advisors sprung right back out of the floor.


And so the Death Wraith went to the throne room, picked up the skull, took the shape of a generic African man and went to the nearest bar to get something cold to drink, because it was hot outside.



MY SKULL!!!!

Meanwhile, a cloaked, and rather short predator watched the man walk around town. Daedalus watched his quarry enter a small drinking establishment. 


 It was a short time later that DW exited the structure, and turned a corner. The young predator saw his chance!


 Calculating briefly before leaping from his elevated hiding spot, the predator's feet connected with DeathWraith's back (with a rather satisfying thud). Daedalus landed a few blows on the man's head for good measure.


 "Nothing personal," he purred close to his prey's unconscious head. 

 Daedalus searched the body until he found what he was looking for. The Skull! He picked it up, and hurried away.


MY SKULL!!!

It was unfortunate that Daedalus was so focused on the skull, because the fabled Mole-People has drilled several tunnels to the surface-drawn by the sale on pineapple-shaped dildos at the local K-Mart-leaving behind a huge number of holes in the street.

Daedalus promptly fell down one, yelling "Wait, what?!" just once before his body was engulfed by the rushing torrent of tepid poo-water. The skull was quickly lost in the river of shit, carried away by the current of a thousand flushes.

They told you in school that there were no alligators in the sewer. Your teacher was a lair. She did hardcore fetish porn on the side. The things living in her crotch had formed ecosystems. You mustn't believe her. No.


The baby alligator fad had ended with much flushing of toilets and gnashing of teeth. There's plenty of rats to eat down there, as well as the occasional homeless person. An alligator could grow big in a lovely little home like that. And so they did. You think the smell bothers them? They are not like you or I. They are reptiles. They'll hath early and eat their siblings. The shit doesn't bother them.

A predator? That's nothing. They tore into that sucker like babies to a fresh titty. Daedauls was ripped to hell before he got them off.

The skull? That was long gone. There are other things living in the sewers, you see. Goldfish. You think they're dead? No. More lies from the educational establishment. THE GOLDFISH LIVE. They're like alligators; they grow and grow and grow until they're the size of goddamn horses.

Wait, this next bit should be in the third person...

Deathdrop, riding his mighty steed (AKA Speckles the giant goldfish) snatches the skull from the depths of the filthy poo water, raising it in triumph. "HI-HO, SPECKLES! AWAAAAAAAAAAY!"

MY SKULL!

krio, being awesome, bitch slaps the hell out of speckles AND deathdrop, who drops a random dump... he then makes hoolah dances for no apparent reason and uses shang tsung to point the middle finger at death drop...ik vaiv usvd yu cyiewipe iu ciuwe viuwviuvAWUI; FVKIVI;VFK; VFI;F;I;iy ;i. I;YI; YIE VIY; FVi;y ;i ;l yi; yi; dKU I; y;i /;i ;I ; ;I u UFWY;Ogv

while you read this crap, i took the skull from deathdrop.

deathdrop out for 3, because of..... something....

Skull_ripper had been tracking the Skull for time now, hoping to regain his honor in the eyes of his drug fiend animal subjects whom all were saddened by his failure to protect the Skull which was considered a National treasure in the Animal Empire.

He had been watching DeathDrop for some time now from his stealth Zeppelin and had seen some disgusting things, but before he could haggle the Skull from DD for half a stale Twinkie, Krio bitch slapped him and his gigantic gold fish, now was the time to strike.

Skull_ripper uncloaked his Zeppelin and lowered it to near ground level, his Penguin corsairs streamed out and started fucking Krio's shit, then they actually beat up Krio after mincing his poop.

"For the Empire!" Skull_ripper bellowed, jumping from the Zeppelin and landing on Krio.

He gingerly walked over to DeathDrop and patted his face until he roused, and woke up too. He tossed him the stale Twinkie before picking up the Skull and saying "savy?" before returning home on his stealth Zeppelin.

Krio out for Three! Because..... um..... like the same reason Krio had, yeah that!