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Once upon a place, there were 4 Galactitron warriors, from the planet of Galactitron. They set out on the quest to slay all the zombie robot warriors of the planet Hickaraqua. The leader, Vash, was an expert in the arts of throwing cybertron laser-ninja-stars. Jesse, the comrade, was a master of the lightstick. Jason, the Redfield, armed with a Super HK USP with deluxe turbo boost engine caliber. Static, the gunslinger was armed with his trusty, bloodthirsty, care bear launcher, which shoots love, justice, and the almightiest sex appeal known to man, from his belly.
Together, they were, THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! Wait, no, they were the Band of the Righteous. First stop, the ammo shop! Redfield bought some deluxe turbo drives, Jesse bought a frozen burrito, Vash bought a new puppy, and Static bought a bag of Ruffles chips. And again, they were off!
They got on their ship and left. It then exploded. Noone knows why, and may never no. Are they dead? Are they alive? Am I a really bad writer? Find out! In the next episode of BAND OF THE RIGHTIOUS!

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First to pwn, i mean...Read. uuuh...Very short. I guess, So, Hoorah. I still like the silly Belly sex apeal thing.

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Edward Greeves. MIA.
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Yea, drugs do make you think better when you write stories

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I understand you were trying to be random...but iv talked to alot more randompeople....

The coconut was talking to the telivison showing three moneys eating the solid banana people that screamsed in horror as they realised icecream had no bones

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Award for trying NOT To get an award. Given to by Timmah 11-10-05.

Not funny. You have to make sense while being random.

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Edward Greeves. MIA.
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you obviously dont know random atall

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Award for trying NOT To get an award. Given to by Timmah 11-10-05.

On the contrary my friend. Theres never been anything more magical or special then the death defying feets of the hobo's feet, denying a wash for months in the one city in the world where you can say it blows without it being an insult. The windy city chicago sleeps at night, just as new york has a green statue that i like to call "The immigrant looking stone."

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Edward Greeves. MIA.
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WOW

that ending was so climatic im in f**king tears

great story

Well, I gotta say, that defending "Randomness" is really dumb. It is an extremely simple attribute to have, I mean, how the f**k can't someone be random? Especially today, with all the s*it on the internet from squrrels to s*it baggin Yakuza. People can be random just by thinking something off topic, or just blurting out whatever comes into their little hollow cranial cave.

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So i take it you didn't like it Barda

I was really just trying to think of a funny story about some people i was talking to on vent. Should i make episode 2, or leave the stories to Redfield?

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keep writing stories

barda is just mad cuz he failed life

Barda is cool, just cause he doesn't like my story means he is a failure.

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hes a failure for different reasons, dont worry it has nothing to do with your story

Yay! Doesn't my story boost spirits?

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Don't give it to Redfield, he leave me out of all of them... Looks like you do too. Im still working on my G-Mod crap, give it time.

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Ex-BD High General
Mr. Timmeh Polito