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Post by Darko on Sept 10, 2016 13:29:35 GMT
This is an old favourite... I remember playing this recipe for ridiculousness for years. Rules? There is a hill. The objective is to be the king of the hill. Find increasingly inventive or amusing ways to claim the hill from the previous poster. Knowing this game, we'll have escalated to nuclear missiles and time travel by page 3.
I walk onto the hill and plant the glorious flag of Darko. "I hereby claim this hill in the name of Darko," I say. Unfortunately I now realise I actually brought the flag of Warork by mistake, which features a mega dread headbutting a titan in the crotch. Disgruntled, I walk off the hill to go and find the actual, glorious flag of Darko. It's now Warork's hill, whether he likes it or not. Let battle commence!
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Post by Warork on Sept 10, 2016 15:26:01 GMT
"OH NO YOU FUCKING DON'T!" I scream as I charge up the hill and knock the flag over, carrying my own to set up in its place. "I HEREBY CLAIM THIS HILL IN THE NAME OF--"
I stop as I look up and realize the flag I was carrying was Darko's...it features a holographic image of a cat whose gaze appears to change directions constantly as the flag waves in the breeze.
"Motherfucker." I say, defeated. "Looks like we picked up each others' flags this morning by accident before we left the house...again."
Darko's hill.
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Post by Darko on Sept 10, 2016 17:15:02 GMT
I stare blankly at the flag, and then at Warork, then his flag, then my flag, then Warork again, then Warork's shoes -- "Damn, those are some nice shoes, Warork," I say -- then my flag, then his flag. I pick up his flag. "You dropped your flag," I say, as I impale him through the spine with his own flag. "Aw man, you got blood on your shoes. That sucks." H I L L D E F E N D E D
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