Adventurers plops, ripe for the grabbing

Adventurers plops, ripe for the grabbing
RE: Adventurers plops, ripe for the grabbing
A planet that is just a gigantic hive of carnivorous bee aliens has been hijacked by space pirates, who are dragging the planet to earth. In the hopes of making it collide and drowning out our oceans in sweet, sweet delicious venomous honey nectar.

The god of feng-shui has turned you into a powerful decorator, able to rearrange your surroundings to your whims. ON A 10th DIMENSIONAL LEVEL. MOTHERFUCKER.

You can barf out disgusting goblin babies from your gut who represent all your baggaged negative impulses. You decide to make a profit by monetising them, however due to whacky, charming 80's movie hijincks your business may be shut down as these bastards run rampant all over town. THEY'RE THREATENING TO TEAR IT ALL DOWN. motherfucker.

A ghost has been possessing you for such a long time, that your pee has turned into ectoplasm. "Sniff" "Sniff" but could it be? No... It smells too familiar... OH MY GOD IT IS THE SECRET INGRIDIENT TO ECTO-COOLER!

Your pal Isaac invited you to his Mazel Tov. That's it... There's nothing else.....

Every time you kiss someone, whether on the cheek or on the lips. They die. After 9 days they rise up as exact clones of you, with all of your memories. They can't kill or convert others into you though.
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