Boing… boing…. Boing…. the sound of those hateful zombie mushrooms echoes throughout the room as they attempt to trample me. The only light that pierces the dark and gloomy room is that of my golden mole, radiating its power and smashing zombie mushrooms into tiny bits. The dents in my special forces black jangoon armor reflects how long I’ve been smashing these pasty white oversized marshmallows. I can slowly feel my strength ebbing away with every zombie I smash and with every swing of my mighty weapon. All of a sudden the Golden Mole drops to the ground making a loud clattering sound as if symbolizing how my life was dropping into the deadly abyss that is death. While my mind is willing to continue my body simply could not go on anymore, Slowly the darkness creeping slowly into my vison overwhelms me and with one last hateful boing I dropped unconscious with the feeling of the soft pasty flesh of the zombie mushrooms covering my face, slowly but surely starting to turn me into a zombie. read more

Well I don’t really play maple anymore since I play SF now on ijji i still have to list the game as maple since SF isin’t there. Today on sf was ok.. In a 10 round game I slaughtered people with my uber light p90 of doom! a 38-4 record is pretty dam good if I do say so myself! Oh yeah.. I had to write this INCREDIBLELY stupid and ANNOYING story about rocks for science
Author is not responsible for any boredrom hair tearing or weird urges to use the facilities while reading this read more