I am the Herald of the Apocalypse
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Apparently, it's the end of the world and I'm supposed to awaken or something. This is a mess, nobody seems to have arranged the ceremonial sacrifices and as far as I can see, the dead are still in their graves, the stellar orbs continue their gyrations, and Lady Gagalathotep still maintains its hu-man shell. It seems that I'm going to have to handle everything personally because sure as hell I'm not waiting for the next b'ak'tun in this planet.
Now, who wants to be eaten first?
No, seriously, what's up?
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oh crap…. abandon server!
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Gurby! :mrgreen:
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Offers tortilla and pimientos de Padron to the High Uberlord hoping to be spared
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kneels before the gurb
BY TROM!
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GURB!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D SUPER HUGS!!!!
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…and Lady Gagalathotep still maintains its hu-man shell.
This is gonna make me giggle all freakin' day!
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Gurb!
tackle hugs
What's up?
War, destruction and mayhem. The usual. >_> -
nobody seems to have arranged the ceremonial sacrifices and as far as I can see
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No! Do not fall for its tricks. Do NOT feed the Gurb!
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It is good to see you emerge from the depths again, my lord. The sacrificial maidens and complementary heart-flavored mints have been left on your pillow, as requested. We've also taken the liberty of preparing a wine tailored to your favorite flavor - broken dreams and Essence of Fugue.
tl;dr: Hi Gurb! :D
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wat
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And as as prophecized, the Gurb arises from his slumber to lay waste upon the stuttering populace of weak-wills and feeble minds, though a bit late –
The Mayans did not make a calender; they made an alarm clock, but, since they did not anticipate the Spanish, they were not able to finish it and awaken the Gurb promptly from his nap.
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Bah, I'm Spanish anyway, so I'll have a siesta and lay waste to the world mañana
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Oh shit hes back guys….
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Abandon ship! Abandon ship!
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welcome back :) hugs
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Where's Tinker? :/
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That's Gmork, not Gurb.
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yes you all abandon ship….. and ill be left to sail it into new waters that are gurb free while he deals with all the infidels who rush about from his steps
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By BALE'S left testical… We is gonna die.