Pallet Town/Ashes House/Knock Again
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| - | You decide to knock again. You bang hard on the wooden door until it finally opens | + | You decide to knock again. You bang hard on the wooden door until it finally opens. It is the Mr. Mime again. "Dude," You start, "I really need to see Ashes fine ass mom." His frown becomes something of nightmares. It is arched from dimple to dimple, his pinkish complexion turning a more darker red. "Dude," You continue, "Like seriously." You are feeling the tightness of your loins, you crave release and no damn clown is going to stand in your way. |
| - | Or at least you thought. You just pissed off the clown. Unfortunately for you, you have been messing with | + | Or at least you thought. You just pissed off the clown. Unfortunately for you, you have been messing with his personal time. Aggravated, maybe even more sexually frustrated as you are, he unleashes his anger on you. Next thing you know you have two giant white hands wrapped around your neck, choking the life out of you. You try to reach your pokeball but fail to reach it, hands not wanting to let go of the mitts strangling you. The life seeps out, body feeling numb until, well, you're dead. Congrats you have been killed by a pink Mime, ya doofus. |
THE END? | THE END? | ||
Current revision as of 20:32, 18 March 2014
You decide to knock again. You bang hard on the wooden door until it finally opens. It is the Mr. Mime again. "Dude," You start, "I really need to see Ashes fine ass mom." His frown becomes something of nightmares. It is arched from dimple to dimple, his pinkish complexion turning a more darker red. "Dude," You continue, "Like seriously." You are feeling the tightness of your loins, you crave release and no damn clown is going to stand in your way.
Or at least you thought. You just pissed off the clown. Unfortunately for you, you have been messing with his personal time. Aggravated, maybe even more sexually frustrated as you are, he unleashes his anger on you. Next thing you know you have two giant white hands wrapped around your neck, choking the life out of you. You try to reach your pokeball but fail to reach it, hands not wanting to let go of the mitts strangling you. The life seeps out, body feeling numb until, well, you're dead. Congrats you have been killed by a pink Mime, ya doofus.
THE END?
