RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST EIGHTEEN: WEEKS 10-17!]
05-24-2014, 11:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-24-2014, 11:33 PM by Dalmationer.)
Dinosaurs, Marx, Cannons.
Name: Karl Marx Riding An Acrocanthosaurus
Race: Human, riding an Acrocanthosaurus
Gender: Karl Marx is male. Acrocanthosaurus is female.
Text Color: Karl's text is like this: "The more the division of labor and the application of machinery extend, the more does competition extend among the workers, the more do their wages shrink together.".
Acrocanthosaurus speaks like this: "GRAUUAURUHUGHUG"
Description: Tumblr User Putmeincoach shuddered, as the stomping outside stopped. Replaced with an eerie silence. The birds had long since fled the anarcho-capitalist-hyper-utopia complex. Their exodus had not been the result of His arrival, rather that they just feared the wrath of the gun-toting oligarchs who reigned supreme in these lands. Foolish birds, thought Putmeincoach, they were probably off sucking up to mummy government or something like the socialists they were.
The thing outside moved again, closer. Sensitive tongue tasted the air, making the softest sound, only nearly audible over the beast's heavy breathing. He could hear the man on its back, now. He dared peek through to examine the figure, the fake wooden wall that was all that separated him from his demise.
The man on the back of the theropod dinosaur was old, grey haired, with a bushy beard and a frowning manner.
It was Karl Marx. Or rather a caricature of him. Riding on the back of an Acrocanthosaurus.
Only the confined nature of his hiding place stopped Putmeincoach from tracing a cross on his chest. Communists here? In America, land of freedom and freedom? Intolerable!
It was as if the mounted figure heard his very thoughts. He lifted his Sprut-A Anti-Tank Gun with one hand, and levelled the barrel at Putmeincoach.
"Аста ла виста, бэби."
Biography: Karl Marx Riding An Acrocanthosaurus is Karl Marx, but riding an Acrocanthosaurus. Marx was illegally cloned by Acrocanthosaurus, a lab-grown clone Acrocanthosaurus who idolised him and grew up enamoured with the idea of socialism. One night, she broke into the lab and cloned him. Now the two of them hunt the countryside for capitalists and meanies.
Weapons and Abilities: Karl Marx Riding An Acrocanthosaurus has three powerful weapons. Weapon 1 is Marx' knowledge of sociology and economics, as well as his powerful reasoning abilities. Weapon 2 is Marx' Sprut-A Anti-Tank gun, a 6,500kg gun which he can lift and fire in one hand. Theoretically, if he had two, he'd be unstoppable. The third and final weapon is the Acrocanthosaurus. She is quite fast and can eat people. She also has intricate knowledge of modern cloning techniques and genetics (due to being cloned and raised by scientists.) She has a decent knowledge of feminism and is very good at making her point clear.
The most powerful weapon of all, however, is their friendship.
Name: Karl Marx Riding An Acrocanthosaurus
Race: Human, riding an Acrocanthosaurus
Gender: Karl Marx is male. Acrocanthosaurus is female.
Text Color: Karl's text is like this: "The more the division of labor and the application of machinery extend, the more does competition extend among the workers, the more do their wages shrink together.".
Acrocanthosaurus speaks like this: "GRAUUAURUHUGHUG"
Description: Tumblr User Putmeincoach shuddered, as the stomping outside stopped. Replaced with an eerie silence. The birds had long since fled the anarcho-capitalist-hyper-utopia complex. Their exodus had not been the result of His arrival, rather that they just feared the wrath of the gun-toting oligarchs who reigned supreme in these lands. Foolish birds, thought Putmeincoach, they were probably off sucking up to mummy government or something like the socialists they were.
The thing outside moved again, closer. Sensitive tongue tasted the air, making the softest sound, only nearly audible over the beast's heavy breathing. He could hear the man on its back, now. He dared peek through to examine the figure, the fake wooden wall that was all that separated him from his demise.
The man on the back of the theropod dinosaur was old, grey haired, with a bushy beard and a frowning manner.
It was Karl Marx. Or rather a caricature of him. Riding on the back of an Acrocanthosaurus.
Only the confined nature of his hiding place stopped Putmeincoach from tracing a cross on his chest. Communists here? In America, land of freedom and freedom? Intolerable!
It was as if the mounted figure heard his very thoughts. He lifted his Sprut-A Anti-Tank Gun with one hand, and levelled the barrel at Putmeincoach.
"Аста ла виста, бэби."
Biography: Karl Marx Riding An Acrocanthosaurus is Karl Marx, but riding an Acrocanthosaurus. Marx was illegally cloned by Acrocanthosaurus, a lab-grown clone Acrocanthosaurus who idolised him and grew up enamoured with the idea of socialism. One night, she broke into the lab and cloned him. Now the two of them hunt the countryside for capitalists and meanies.
Weapons and Abilities: Karl Marx Riding An Acrocanthosaurus has three powerful weapons. Weapon 1 is Marx' knowledge of sociology and economics, as well as his powerful reasoning abilities. Weapon 2 is Marx' Sprut-A Anti-Tank gun, a 6,500kg gun which he can lift and fire in one hand. Theoretically, if he had two, he'd be unstoppable. The third and final weapon is the Acrocanthosaurus. She is quite fast and can eat people. She also has intricate knowledge of modern cloning techniques and genetics (due to being cloned and raised by scientists.) She has a decent knowledge of feminism and is very good at making her point clear.
The most powerful weapon of all, however, is their friendship.
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