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Winston churchill

[SkyMyl]

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[Spud]

[Custom]

http://nsfcd.com/index.php?topic=34879

[SkyMyl]

http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TurnOnTropes

[Silverhawk79]

[spoiler]All was still on the Harvest base. The moon shone high overhead, just past full, starting to wane. Tomorrow, both RED and BLU would ship out to do battle for the Yukon. Exactly whose idea it was to send them to a frozen wasteland for the winter was unclear; RED Scout had been the first one to ask loudly why they couldn't be assigned to the frickin' desert for the winter, but all the others had secretly agreed.

Tonight, though, the only sound in the night was a shuffling, squeaking noise. It seemed to come from two directions at once, converging on a bare area out of sight behind some sheds and backing up on a high fence. Eventually, the noise resolved itself into footsteps, and both the BLU and RED Pyros squeezed into sight between the sheds. Neither of them was carrying any weaponry; for Pyros, they were naked.

They eyed each other warily across the empty space. the RED Pyro was resplendent in its rubber glove headdress, the BLU wore a shiny, protective fire helmet. They stood uncertainly for a moment, then the RED eased itself into the arena. The BLU adopted a saucy pose, one hand on its hip.

Sensing that its approach was not unwelcome, the RED did a little hopping dance. It waved its arms and legs, and wobbled its rubber glove hat. Encouraged, the BLU Pyro advanced. It essayed a few softshoe steps, a little heel-and-toe. Its RED counterpart nodded enthusiastically. "Hudda huddah huh!" it called.

"Hudda hudda huzzah!" the BLU responded.

They danced together, silently, keeping one rhythm. the RED did the Funky Chicken, the BLU put on the Ritz. Miming the act of holding an invisible guitar, the RED shredded out an air chord.

Unnerved by this aggression, the BLU Pyro retreated a few steps. Seeing that it had been too bold, the RED moderated its behaviour, soulfully miming a power ballad. This reassured the BLU, and it approached again, mirroring the RED's actions. Crooning through its mask, the BLU mumbled out the lyrics to "Light My Fire." They approached each other, slow but sure, playing their invisible guitars. They thrust their hips until the backs of their hands brushed together. There was no sound save for the faint squeaking of rubber on rubber. More carefully this time, the RED approached the crescendo to the song. The BLU moved in unison, building toward the triumphant organ solo.

At the point in the song where the guitarists would cede the stage to the organ solo, the Pyros stepped back from each other. Both of them crouched and, in unison, each formed a glowing ball of Hadouken fire. They held the fire in their hands, willing it larger, larger, until they could hold back no more. Each of them selected a nearby shed and let fly, the dry timber all but exploding with the sheer force of their passions.

In the light of the burning sheds, the Pyros fell upon each other, clutching and grappling, their rubber suits squeaking where they stuck together. They pawed each other desperately, snuffling through their masks, fumbling with the zippers of their chemsuits in their urgency. Finally, each of them latched onto the other's zipper, and each of them opened its lover's suit. The zippers made modestly narrow gaps at first, then gaped open at the Pyro's chests. As they opened, wider, potatoes began to pour through the gaps. A few spuds at first, then more, then a torrent, until both chemsuits were entirely empty and the ground was covered with potatoes.

The spuds tumbled together, rolling and rubbing each other in a tuberous orgy. They bumped together with wild abandon, wobbling and tumbling. The activity reached an apex in which every potato tumbled together, and then it was done. The potatoes rolled back toward the chemsuits, slowly, lumpily reinflating them until the two Pyros lay side by side on the dusty ground. They tenderly zipped each other's suits, then the BLU pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from some unknown hiding place. It lit them both, then passed one to the RED; they smoked contentedly through their gas masks, then separated.

On the way out, the RED Pyro picked up its flamethrower and disposed of the BLU Sniper, who'd been sitting up in his roost and narrating the whole thing, with occasional exclamations of "Crikey!" and "BEWdiful!"

Toward the end of the winter in the Yukon base, both teams noticed that their Pyros were moving more slowly than usual. However, the firestarters refused to be examined by the Medics. After each team's Scout had called his respective Pyro "fat," a few bouts of friendly fire from the flamethrowers convinced everyone to ignore the whole situation.

That spring, after the whole war had been relocated to the Granary complex, the RED Engineer happened upon the RED Pyro humming to itself and tenderly burying something in a compost heap. He might not have thought anything of it, but later on he swore that he could hear faint "hudda!" sounds coming from under the soil.[/spoiler]

[Java]

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[Spud]

[11:59:44am]   <ThisIsAShovel>   .define faggot
[11:59:46am]   <cookies>   Pokemon of the hour: Typhlosion.

[SkyMyl]

http://www.youtube.com/user/azureblade49?blend=1&ob=4

[Mystic]

/msg NickServ identify <password>

[SkyMyl]

[Mystic]

<Custom> mystic

[Kayo]

Windows socket error #10051

[Macawmoses]

- Developed by 5TH Cell
- DS Only
- D-pad controls for Maxwell
- significantly improved stylus controls
- camera is now fixed.
- Big updates to physics
- Levels are revamped and completely improved
- levels are deeper in content.
- The 10,000 words refers to adjectives
- some new words