Jump to content

Gancho Libre

Members
  • Posts

    2998
  • Joined

  • Last visited

Everything posted by Gancho Libre

  1. Another message comes into existence.
  2. Ioc materialized in a flash of beige. "Hey, can you halp me?" Ioc asked to nobody in particular. "I just need a very accurate fabrial watch that counts every three seconds. And, I repeat, it's gotta be accurate. can y'all do that?"
  3. Granted. Your own version of 'spidey sense' entails constantly having the feeling that spiders and running(crawling?) up and down your body. I wish for 6,452 dray weights in gold.
  4. "A..." Ioc was conbamboozled. Which was a feeling that was a cross between confusion and bamboozlement, which share the same meaning, so yeah. "A Grater Demon of Teench? I don't know what that is. However, i don't know much about my own personal nature, so I might be one. However, I doubt it," Ioc eyed the sorcerer. "Will you join me in my quest? @Grey Knight
  5. Once such a storm was finished, it had covered the entire land in five feet of layered lasagna casserole.
  6. And once the team all died, he replaced them with Kandra, adding at least another hundred years to his scam.
  7. "Okay, Bob, O Great Changer of Ways," Ioc said, then paused. "No, that's too long. An acronym, maybe?" Ioc hesitated, which is another word for paused, which it also did. "Okay, BOGCOW, the artifact is, in this case, a volleyball covered in blood with little tufts of grass sticking out of it. It is of great sentimental value to me and countless others. And right now it is floating in Earth's ocean. We are going to retrieve it," Ioc stopped, which is another word for hesitated, which is another word for paused, even though 'stopped' has multiple meanings. In this case, that particular words acts as a synonym for the others. "Are you OK with me calling you Bogcow? Or is that too weird?" @Grey Knight
  8. Ioc was mad. It was very mad. It was also mad. Very mad. The two mads combined to make a super MAD(TM) and that was, in itself, completely mad. Thus, it could only be used by someone who was so mad and mads that they didn't mind being either mad or mad. Ahem. Ioc started punching the bar.
  9. Ioc stood still for a second, then sighed. It would just bring the sorcerer along. It had stuff to do, and the sorcerer would just have to cope. "First things first," Ioc said, walking towards the fallen sorcerer. "I gotta know your name. Sometime in the next couple hours or so, you gotta tell me your name," Right. Bring the sorcerer. Got it. "Well, sir," Ioc said, "I have made it my mission to retrieve something that was lost. Something that will bring someone great happiness and joy. And, well, might help people not kill us. What do you say?"
  10. Only years later did scientists find that it was a scam.
  11. Unfortunately, the Plot Gap secretly controlled these beings, like Ruin controlling those who are spiked. However, the thing the Plot Gap needed to take control of a person was...
  12. Ioc grew tired of just drinking it's drink. Too slow. Instead, Ioc proceeded to stand up from it's seat, smash it's glass on the floor, tip over a couple tables and attempt to tip over the bar. It didn't realize, however, that the bar was screwed into the floor. Dangit.
  13. Ioc walked over to the fallen sorcerer. It laughed, noting the sorcerer's extensive wounds, and set to healing him. Ioc didn't know why it was helping the sorcerer, but Ioc never did like unfair fights. Two on one was bad. Ioc had to level the playing field. The healing done, Ioc looked around it's surroundings. it hadn't specifically chosen a place to go. They just went. It seemed Ioc was somewhere at Sel. Where, that settled it. Ioc would wait for the sorcerer to wake up, then they would decide on a future plan together. @Grey Knight
  14. The narrators tried to fix the Plot Gap, but the Plot Gap was cunning, appearing where nobody suspected it would...
  15. "No, no, no. Don't apologize," Ioc said to Mack. "I find it quite interesting. Also, you helped me from masking a gigantic mistake. I was going to have an Aon go somewhere... well, I don't know exactly where. But that would blow me up. So, thanks..." Ioc realized that Mack had gone back to guarding. Ioc sighed, the sighed again in case Mack hadn't heard it. Ioc strode up to the counter. "One hundred egg noggs, please," Ioc said proudly. "i'm really thristy. Also, I hate egg nog,"
  16. however, it was possible to feint the feint faint fainting. Wayne tried this, because it was easier.
  17. Ioc caught the spikes, then threw them into space. "Well, that was my last attack," Ioc said, defeated. "Let's go. It was fun, though. You're the first truly worthy opponent I've faced in a long time,"
  18. Ioc saw the sorcerer fall into the pit, the signed. It had Ignored again. Ioc had a problem. it could only really react to important things once, maybe twice per day. Thus, Ioc had watched while the battle had continued. Dangit. Ioc teleported a short distance away to clear itself of the dog, the teleportet into the ground, where the pit had opened up. It immediately squished, but a little fragment of the squish managed to touch a body. The, all of the squish and the body teleported away, particularly, to Sel. Ioc was delighted to find, once it's squish had properly healed, that the body was, in fact, the sorcerer. 'Yay!' Ioc said, jumping up and down in it's not-squishy body. @Grey Knight
  19. Ioc came to a stop in the air once more, gloweing with stormlight, but didn't attack. 'What are we doing?' Amygdala asked. 'We should go fight!' 'Wait,' said Prefrontal Cortex. 'We don't actually know what we're fighitng for, and this is a good place to stop and think,' 'Haha, very funny,' Amygdala sneered. 'Now, can anyone else-' 'Quiet, Amygdala,' said Subconscious. 'Prefrontal Cotex is right,' There was a stunned silence. 'WHAT???' Amygdala screamed. 'SINCE WHEN CAN PREFRONTAL EVER BE EVEN CLOSE TO RIGHT?' 'Right now, obviously,' said Association Cortex. 'Fighitng without a reason is dumb. 'WE'RE ALWAYS DUMB!' Amygdala screamed. 'WHY-' Somatosensory Cortex decked Amygdala in the face. Coincidentally, Ioc punched itself in the face. 'OW!' Somatosensory screamed. 'Oh no,' Hippocampus whispered. 'Not again...' Another punch. Another scream. 'This is gonna be bad,' Hippocampus thought.
  20. Ioc tasted it's drink. It was amazing.
  21. But that was just a feint. The slime was an illusion.
×
×
  • Create New...