MrPotatoMan wrote:
>Pull out all your hair from your armpits
IN A FEAT OF STRENGTH TO IMPRESS THE LADIES, YOU GRIP YOUR ARMPIT HAIR AND RIP THEM OUT WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT. YOU LAY SCREAMING ON THE GROUND, EYES FILLED WITH WATER FOR THE NEXT FEW MINUTES.
-5 BODILY HAIR
Lolita wrote:
>eat hot dogs
YOU ASSAULT THE NEAREST WEINER SALESMAN AND GORGE ON THE HOT DOGS LIKE AN ANIMAL. SOME WOULD SAY YOU WERE TOO BRUTAL AND ANIMALISTIC IN YOUR APPROACH, BUT THEY'RE NOT GETTING DELICIOUS HOT DOGS NOW ARE THEY. JOKES ON THEM.
Game Angel wrote:
>Tell your OTPs you love them
YOU WHISPER TO YOUR DRAWINGS YOUR INNERMOST DESIRES, THINGS THAT WOULD MAKE A SAILOR BLUSH. THEY'RE YOUR PAIRINGS, AND THEY ARE UNIQUE AND PERFECT AND YOU WILL CUT ANYONE WILLING TO BREAK YOUR SHIP.
SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE CONCERNED FOR YOUR HEALTH.
Potato wrote:
>Harass all the wizards
YOU PARTAKE IN THE WEEKLY BASHING OF WIZARDS AND THEIR FUCKING WEIRD WAYS. THROWING ANGRY ANIMALS AT THEM, HONKING THEM, INSULTING THEIR WEIGHT ARE ALL THE NORM AN D YOU RUN OFF BEFORE THEY CAN PULL OUT THEIR WANDS TO CURSE YOU. WELL, YOU HOPE IT WAS THEIR WANDS THEY WERE GOING FOR.
Sol Reaper wrote:
Fuck chaos. let's >make it complete anarchy
YOU GO INTO A FIT, SCREAMING TO RAISE CHAOS. YOU LIFT THE SEATS ON THE WOMENS TOILETS, PUT THE WRONG CLIPS ON THE WRONG BULLITENS ON THE TOWN POST BOARD, AND WHEN SOMEONE ASKS WHERE THE GENERAL STORE IS YOU POINT THEM IN THE DIRECTION OF THE BANK. YES, TOTAL CHAOS. LOOK OUT WORLD, YOU'RE NEXT.
Supaaku wrote:
>Grow the finest moustache. And shave that beard. Only wizards grow beards.
YOU GRUNT OUT A BUSHY MUSTACHE AND SHAVE YOUR NON-EXISTENT BEARD. YOU ONLY MANAGE TO CUT UP YOUR CHIN BADLY, BUT ITS BETTER THAN LOOKING LIKE A WIZARD.
betrippin wrote:
>Dig a tunnel
YANKING OUT YOUR PICKAXE, YOU PICKLE A TUNNEL OUT OF A NEARBY HILL, ALLOWING TRANSPORT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL. LOOK AT YOU, GIVING BACK TO THE COMMUNITY. ONLY NOW THE TUNNEL EXITS INTO THE LAKE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL. OH WELL.
General wrote:
>Become God
THERE'S ONLY ROOM IN THIS TOWN FOR ONE GOD. YOU ARE SMITED.
+5 SMITES
Sol Reaper wrote:
Hehehe.
Also, new action
>Retrieve arms.
YOU ROLL SCREAMING ON THE GROUND IN PAIN REALIZING YOU FORGOT TO PUT ON YOUR ARMS THIS MORNING. STRAINING TO STAND UP, YOU MANAGE TO HOBBLE HOME AND PUT YOUR ARMS BACK ON. YOU'RE NOT EVEN SURE HOW YOU MANAGED IT BUT YOU TRY NOT TO QUESTION THINGS THAT REQUIRE MORE THAN ONE SYLLABLE.
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