01-4-2005, 08:13 PM
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#135
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FFR Player
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: d colon
Age: 36
Posts: 1,014
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As the ball lodged itself deep into my brain, I had one last thought as a mortal
kill moogy
Falling to the ground, and flying toward the wall, writhing with pain, back wrenching; I caught the ball that had killed me, and in a final swoop, threw the 8 ball; subsequently lodging the ball in Moogy's throat as he laughed at himself and his lame postwhoring jokes, still cackling he fell to the ground, his fatass hitting with a "WHOOMPHF!!!"
Attempting to get back up, still a slight bit of life inside of me, I screamed in a triumphant- and slightly dain bramaged- manner, "w00t!"
I fell to the ground, blood pooling, and drowning whatever life I still had left out of me.
The burbling noises escaping my mouth after my traumatic death seemed to form the words, "Good luck."
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