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 Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 7:05 pm
I am the genius mechanic. I found the engine, but it was no use. I couldn't fix it. Instead of admitting my failure, I stole the engine into the night and sold it to the scrap yard. I watched in glee as it mealted into molten goo.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 8:17 pm
I am a run-down tabloid magazine editor. I an suspicious of the "genius mechanic's" genius-ness. I don't believe he can truly fix everything. I caught a picture of him burning an engine to goo in the scrap yard and wrote a large article over the lies of mechanics. The mechanic found out I discovered his secret and died of humiliation. It wasn't supposed to be that effective...
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2008 9:22 pm
I am the celebrity who used to be popular. I was ruined by speculation that I was using a stage name, and that my real name was "Fluffles McEvil". Stories suggesting that this was true were published in the run-down tabloid magazine, and I lost everything. To get revenge, I tracked down the editor of the magazine and murdered him in the middle of the night with a piece of string.
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:07 am
I am the celebrity who used to be popular's older brother. I see what she did to the run-down tabloid magazine editor, and I kill her to stop her from harming anyone else, I believe the editor didn't need the string, so I used that...
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 7:22 pm
I am the celebrity who used to be popular's older brother's rival. We hate each other. Because he killed my girlfriend, his sister. In order to get my revenge, I take learn magic and cast a killing spell on him. He died slowly of "unknown causes". Mwahahahahahaha >D
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:27 pm
I am a bullet that was shot back durring the American Revolutionary War and got lost in a worm hole. Amazingly, I find my way out and through all of this odd time paradoxical tradjectory driving, I find myself second away..nope, never mind, I'm lodged in the head of some celeberty's brother's rival's head.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 3:45 pm
I am the antibodies that come to life and push out the intruding bullet. I beat it to a pulp, crushing into the cement ground. Unfortunately, my host, the celebrity's brother's rival is dead. I am saddened deeply.
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 9:56 am
I am the deadly virus that has just invaded the dead body of the celebrity's brother's rival. I rip through the already-weakened antibodies.
They were going to die anyway.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 11:41 am
I am the mother of the deadly virus who is now looking for a new home.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 1:28 pm
I am a man with a name who happens to be wearing explicitly random anti-virus boots that appear to also kill the others of deadly viruses as I have now discovered that I had stepped on one and it is no longer within existence.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 3:41 pm
I am a piano who falls from the sky and squashes the man with a name, and his boots, to death.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 5:59 pm
I am a bonfire. The piano some how manages to bounce off the ground and into the fire, where it burns to ashes.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:31 pm
I am the man with a name's cousin, who just so happens to be a fire fighter passing by and put out the fire using the materials on hand- gravel, dirt, and some lady's leather jacket.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 4:49 pm
I am an imaginary dark blob that has some how come to life, and is sucking every thing in my path into me where I then use strange acids to dissolve my food. I am relishing a particularly tasty morsel right now, the last fire fighter I had, yummy!
And now I see the man with a name's cousin...
He tasted very good.
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