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Posted by Robert "The Omega" Main - 11-13-2020, 08:19 AM
After a few hours Robert kicks out pushing Charlie out of his chair to the floor flipping him off. He then grabs the chair and beats the ever loving shit balls out the the dickless prick that tried to pin him. Robert gets ready to walk away noticing Charlie. He smashes the chair over Charlie’s head before walking away
Posted by Charlie Nickles - 11-13-2020, 04:23 AM
Charlie pulls up a chair and starts chomping on some popcorn as he watches the drama unfold.
Posted by Marf - 11-13-2020, 02:51 AM
We’re staring at a long hallway. There’s several closed doors on each side of the narrow corridor. Marf Swaysons stumbles into view. He looks around, seemingly lost.

Marf: Now where the hell am I? Germany is really starting to piss me off. Well, let’s see what’s behind door number one...

Marf tries the first door on the left and it opens without protest. Marf steps through and now suddenly we’re in a big room, it resembles a dressing room. Which really doesn’t seem connected here at all. Robert Main is in the room staring angrily at a BOB poster that also seems out of place.

Marf scratches his head, trying to figure out if any of this is real. He shrugs and approaches the distracted Main. Picking up a guitar that has no business being there, Marf raises it up high and than smashes it over the back of Robert’s head. The guitar splinters into many shards while Marf rolls Main up. The referee that absolutely nobody noticed playing solitaire in the corner quickly runs over.


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